For the next few days, things between Rayla and Asher escalated into an all-out war. It seemed like no matter where they went or what they did, they kept running into each other—always by coincidence, or so they claimed. Whether it was at the campus café, the library, or even the park, their paths crossed with an almost comical frequency. And every time they met, it was like two rival generals meeting on a battlefield.
One afternoon, Rayla was sitting with Scarlet and a few friends at a picnic table outside the café when Asher and Nick strolled by. Asher’s eyes immediately locked onto hers, and a smirk tugged at his lips. Scarlet groaned, leaning back in her seat as she prepared for the inevitable clash.
“Well, well,” Asher said, his voice dripping with mockery as he stopped by their tab
