“Ben, where is Av—Amy now?” I asked briskly.
I handed him back his phone, trying to keep my expression as neutral as possible. He glanced at the time on the small screen.
“Um, she should be coming out of Statistics right about now,” he told me.
“If you texted her to come and meet you here, would she?”
“I believe so,” he said with a shrug.
“Good. Do it.”
I wasn’t used to speaking with such a clear tone of command. Naturally, I didn’t see myself as a dominant sort of person. But I could sense the anger simmering high beneath my surface.
I found it amusing how Ava’s immaturity and snotty behavior used to frighten and bother me. Now, she was nothing more than a nuisance that I couldn’t stand to deal with. But I had to.
I watched Ben send out a quick text to Ava without so much as
