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Twelve
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“So, Jess, you’ll start. I’ll go second. Brian, you fit yourself in. And Asher… you can just add points where necessary.”
Arianne barely looked her way as she spoke.
Typical.
Did they even see her?
She often wondered.
The presentation came and went, but it was so forgettable it didn’t even deserve a spot in her memory.
By the next class, she was exhausted. She found a seat at the back—withdrawn, unnoticed.
This time, she had to catch a nap.
Maybe the noise would be loud enough to scare off her nightmares.
Not until—
“Oh no,” someone groaned, sinking into the seat next to her.
Asher glanced up, and—great.
The blonde girl.
The same one from days ago, the one with her bratty friends.
Their eyes locked.
The redhead glared. Asher rolled her eyes and turned away.
"Ugh… I so hate you."
She muttered it just as the lecturer walked in.
Asher didn’t even flinch.
“You don’t even know me.”
“Oh please.” The girl scoffed. “I could only know so much about Everest’s new hit—don’t think we don’t know about you two.”
Asher turned sharply, her face serious.
“What?”
The girl grinned. That awful, Cheshire cat grin.
“Me? Did I say anything?” She placed a finger on her lips, pretending to think, before letting out a light chuckle. “We know what you two have been up to, darkness.”
Snap.
Asher barely noticed when the pen in her hand broke in half, or when her knuckles turned white from her grip.
Not only was this girl testing her patience—
There was a rumor.
A rumor spreading across Colland University.
And it was all because of that idiot, Everest.
Her mind raced, piecing it all together.
The sudden, longer-than-usual stares from strangers.
The hushed whispers.
Even Professor Mikalsky.
And she supposedly believed in her.
By the time class ended, Asher was already storming out.
It all made sense now.
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She marched through the hallways, dodging clusters of students, pushing past anyone in her way.
Then—
“Wednesday!”
She stopped mid-step.
And there he was.
Everest Miller.
Leaning casually in the middle of his usual crowd.
A girl draped an arm around him, casting Asher a look—something between smug satisfaction and irritation.
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