Ash was getting sick of Scarlet clinging to his arm and telling the other girls she was dating him. To his surprise, most girls would either support her or act jealous; he had to play the role, too, and he could feel the eyes of other women burning holes into his soul. He, indeed, had not been aware of how he was viewed at university, and all this new attention from dating Scarlet was taking a toll on him, and he did not like it in the least.
Right now, he was at Bubles’s place, his phone thrown onto the bed so he could ignore Scarlet’s messages and focus on his coding as he had been doing for the past hour, but he was getting sick of the view in his bedroom; it was small and stuffy, and it almost made him feel as he if he was trapped.
So, he picked up his Macbook, groaning as his bones
