The next day at cheerleading practice, I had hoped that the girls would be sharing news of Brent’s apologies and admissions of guilt.
Instead, they were only talking about Joseph and Asher’s challenge.
“I can’t wait to see Asher in action!”
“Joseph’s sure to get annihilated.”
“I don’t know. He seemed pretty confident when he was sharing the news. He said not to underestimate him.”
“Sure, but against Asher? He’d need a miracle to win.”
I tried to ignore them. I didn’t want to think about the way Asher had looked at me last night, like I had betrayed him by being unsure who I had hoped would win the fight.
He still walked me home, of course. Even if it had been in uneasy silence.
To turn their attention to something else, and because I was tired of waiting for them to mention it, I a
