ASHLEIGH
"Since you're still freaking out about it, let me handle Carl."
"No."
"I'll just talk to him," Zayn insists as we walk across campus.
"I said no," I hiss, stopping to face him. "I know you. Talking isn't what you do."
He lifts one brow. "I won't touch him."
"Yeah, you will."
I resume walking.
He exhales. "I'm getting my ears pierced today," he says casually, pulling my hand until I stop. "You coming?"
I turn to stare at him. "No. Why the hell do you want your ears pierced? Your brow is already pierced."
"Why do I have ink covering half my body?" he counters, already moving. "Also thinking about selling my car. Getting a bike instead."
I fold my arms. "Interesting. Will you also be getting a Mohawk soon?"
Dad lifted his grounding weeks ago. Zayn's been restless ever si
