Seerat
Melbourne, Australia
Some days had passed since the hallway.
Some days in which my relationship with Asher somewhat improved, despite his killing every bit of goodwill I had in my body to tell him the truth about the leaked s*x photos and Jules’s engagement. He was no longer actively bullying me.
Instead, he chose to ignore me altogether. I shadowed him like a lovelorn puppy, the equivalent of punching my self-respect to death. We spent the couple of days driving from Sydney to Melbourne, with a stop in some desert town that served mean BBQ ribs and iced tea.
Asher spent the majority of the drive at the back of the SUV, trying to write and groaning in frustration.
Sometimes he was hyper, animated, and conversational. Most times, he was a step away from a sulk. Barry was alwa
