Her blond hair is pulled up in a ponytail like mine, and she’s dressed in ripped jeans and a long black sweater. Huh. That’s not her usual glamorous chic style. I wonder what happened. “So, where are we going?” I ask as she slides into the passenger seat. “It’s a new place, near the campus. You’ll love it.” “And the guys will be there?” She rolls her eyes, the crystal blue made more impressive with the thick application of black mascara and eyeliner. “Ash will be there. Don’t worry.” “I worry either way,” I mutter as I pull into the street. “That he won’t be there, or that he will be there and refuse to talk to me.” “Why would he? I’m sure it’ll be fine.” “He hates me, and he hates his brother. I bet he can’t wait to talk to me about his brother.” I huff as I focus on the road ahead.
