Rachel’s POV
I don’t know why the hell she’s here. I know it wasn’t because of me, and I know that I don’t like the constant, meaningful looks she and Dash exchange every time they pass each other in the halls. I put my headphones in at night and bury my head under my blanket, praying that I won’t hear the sound of one of them creeping into the other’s room. I have no idea what’s going on between them, and I don’t want to know.
But when Dash’s parents call me, I decide that, at the very least, there’s one plus to her being here.
“Rachel, sweetheart,” Dash’s mom, Victoria, says enthusiastically when I answer. “Dash just told us the news. We’re so impressed that you managed to convince her!”
Dash just told them the news? Harley moved in nearly a week ago; he was a bit slow to the draw on
