Page 96 of Endless Anger
Considering the goal of Quincy’s student organization is supposedly campus beautification, I know she’d be on my side too. Even though the Andersons are close-knit, there’s obviously something tying them here that they don’t want to be removed from.
And if they won’t explain it to me, if Asher just wants to pick thingsup where we left off after he ruined my life, he’s got another think coming.
I’m not the same codependent girl he shattered back then.
I won’t let him close enough to do it again.
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ASHER
I watchLucy’s ass swing from side to side as she stomps away from the quad.
Fuck, she’s hot when she’s mad at me. Or when she’s bossing me around. I can’t help but admire the way her short little black skirt hugs her hips, and her tall boots make her legs look miles long.
Getting them wrapped around my waist is all I’ve been able to think about since she rode my thigh the other morning.
Foxe drops into her now-empty chair, kicking his legs up on the table. He lets out a low whistle, popping another cookie into his mouth. “Boy, does she hate you.”
I shoot him a dirty look. “She does not hate me.”
“Sure seems like she does.” He cocks his head to the side, studying her retreat. “She looks good walking away from you too, huh?”
My arm lashes out, my fist connecting with his injured shoulder. He winces, losing balance for a split second. One of his cookies falls, and he groans.
“Look what you made me do!”
“Quit perving on your fuckingrelative, you cretin.”
“What? Is it my fault that our family won some sort of geneticlottery? Am I not allowed to say we’re beautiful?” He huffs, scooping up his cookie. “Besides, our moms are cousins. It’s not like we’rethatclosely related. I bet it wouldn’t even be illegal in some places if we fu?—”
Turning in my seat, I hike my foot and kick the back leg of his chair. It splinters and explodes, sending him sprawling onto the ground.
I know he’s fucking with me. His heart belongs elsewhere.
But the anger doesn’t rest.
“One of these days, you’re going to seriously maim me,” he groans, stretching out on the cobblestone. He lays his head back and stares at the overcast sky, grabbing cookie crumbs and pushing them between his lips.
“That is the hope.”
“Psychopath.” He looks at me, putting his chin to his chest. “Why’d you bring that box here with you anyway?”
I glance at my lap where the ornate wooden container sits, having already forgotten its presence because everything happened so quickly. Lucy going off on me was distracting in itself, though I wish she wasn’t such an issue.
My issue. Not hers. The fact that all I want to do is let her pin me to my mattress again is aproblem, especially since there are actual things I’m supposed to be doing while I’m at Avernia.
Things I’ve been neglecting while trying to reinsert myself in Lucy’s life.
Clearly, it isn’t working.
And this box isn’t mine.
“Hello?” Foxe stands up, waving a hand in front of my face. “Can you focus onmefor five seconds?”
“You asked a fucking question.”
“And then you immediately floated off on some Lulu-induced cloud, I’m sure.” He huffs, perching on the edge of the table.
