HANNAH
He was there, leaning against my locker, obviously waiting for me.
Asher.
I sighed. He and Julia had more or less been avoiding me lately. I had begun to hope that it would stay that way. Unfortunately, the universe rarely granted my wishes.
I looked to my right. I could walk back the way I came and take the longer route to the next class. I could come back for the books in my locker later after he was gone.
Too late.
I saw him straighten and look directly at me. This confrontation- if it was a confrontation- had to happen then.
As I got closer to Asher, the smell hit me, the smell of a sweaty, unwashed body and stale perfume, probably applied the day before.
There was a glob of something that looked like sauce or ketchup on the collar of his shirt. I felt my eyes widen a li
