After that night's incident, Alicia couldn't shake off a creeping sense of dread around Cherl. Even though Carlos had stopped deliberately avoiding her, she'd still take detours and scurry away like a startled rabbit whenever their paths crossed.
Thank God for Elvis having her back—without him running interference, she'd never have kept herself together.
Then, one afternoon while taking out the trash in a deserted corner of campus, Alicia caught the faint crunch of footsteps behind her. Whirling around, she found Carlos looming before her, a black plastic bag dangling from his fist.
He didn't even let her speak first. "Did I piss you off or something?" he demanded.
Alicia c****d her head, brows knitting in confusion as she gave a dumbfounded shake.
"Then why the hell are you avoiding
