Up until the night of the carnival, I tried desperately to keep my mind from thinking about Asher dating someone else. I had pushed him to this by even suggesting that he should date again, and I hated it.
So I kept myself busy with studying and practice. In my free time, I hung out with Nicole, or talked to Joseph. I avoided taking Asher’s calls, though I knew that made me a bad friend.
I was a bad friend. I should have felt glad that Asher was trying to find someone to make him happy, but all I felt was hurt.
Before the night of the carnival, I had made Joseph promise me three times to help me forget Asher, and each time, he insisted that he would.
Now that we were at the carnival, with Joseph leading me by the hand, I realized there was nothing Joseph could do. Nothing I could do e
