REED
I made it through exactly two more classes before my body gave up on pretending I had any control left and Callcum noticed first, of course he always does.
"Dude, you're sweating through your shirt," he said during our break between Combat Theory and Advanced Tactics. "Are you sick or something?"
"I'm fine." I answered, my voice harsher than I wanted it to.
"You don't look fine. You look like you're about to pass out or kill someone or maybe both."
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. My skin was burning. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed.
"Just tired," I lied.
Callum studied me for a long moment. "This is about Asher, isn't it?"
My whole body went rigid at the sound of his name.
"What about him?" I asked.
"Everyone saw the hickeys on his neck this morning. Your hickeys." Callum lowered his voice. "What the fuck happened between you two?"
