Asher was smiling at that beautiful girl so easily. How rare were his smiles for me!
White hot jealousy flashed through me. For one brief, delirious moment, I thought of bursting through those doors and tackling her as I had been taught at warrior training. But I quickly came to my senses.
It wasn’t her fault Asher smiled at her and not at me.
Maybe it wasn’t Asher’s fault either.
Maybe I only had myself to blame.
I slumped, defeated and still scared from the way those girls had talked about Aimee being pregnant.
What a disgrace, they had said.
I wanted to crawl into myself. Perhaps I could settle for hiding under my blankets for a while.
I turned from Asher and his smile, but only made it two steps in the opposite direction before a voice called out, stopping me.
“Cynthia!”
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