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I see why she might’ve misunderstood his intentions.
“Oh, your eyes are a lot darker than his,” she commented, letting go of my hands and sitting down by the door. “I really liked him.”
“Did you ever let him know?” I asked her, and she sighed as she played with her thumbs. She was going to fall asleep.
“I gave him hints,” she mumbled, and I smirked as I crouched down to her level.
“As strong as your flirting from earlier on?” I teased her, hoping that would somehow let her forget about her failed crush.
“I’m not always drunk,” she spoke softly as she pressed her head against the door.
“Why does it bother you that he doesn’t like you?” I asked her, and she took a deep breath in as I got up from my position and picked up her stuff from the floor, fishing for her keys in her bag, but I couldn’t find them, and she wasn’t holding them, either.
“Because I thought he was the one.”
“The fuck?” I blurted out as I tried to push her door open, but it was locked. “Brooke, where are your keys?” I asked her, and when I turned away from her door, I noticed her slumping by mine.
“Come on,” I sighed as I noticed her even breathing. Annoyed, but also amused that she had passed out, I walked over to her and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder as I pushed my door open.
Why must I always be the one to help this girl, this foolish girl?
Chapter 10
Brooke
I stirred in my bed as I stretched my arms over my head. These sheets were so soft; I didn’t recall ever buying such soft cotton sheets.
“If you’re awake, leave.” I sat up on the bed, surprised by the manly voice that came from the door.
“What are you doing here?” I asked in a small voice as I pulled the blanket over my chest, realizing that I was still in my dress from last night. Oh, that’s right; I had been rejected.
“Kicking you out,” he rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the door and walked away. What was I doing in Asher’s apartment?
“You didn’t?—“
“I’m not that desperate. Now get out.” What did he mean by “desperate”?
I got out of his bed, feeling extremely embarrassed that I had been rejected once again and this time called a desperate option. Asher was mean.
I made sure to fix his bed as best as I could before I left his bedroom. I smoothed down my hair as I took small steps toward his door, and just as I was about to leave, a pair of small hands wrapped themselves around my waist, and a head was pressed against my back.
“Brooke, did you come to play with me?”
“Hi, Anne!” I greeted her as I turned around and gave her a hug, meeting her father’s eyes from across the room. I still had no idea how I had ended up in Asher’s apartment. “I came for...uh—” I looked at Asher desperately, hoping he would help me out.
Anne’s eyes looked into mine, waiting excitedly for my response. Why did it feel like I was sneaking around with Asher? He tilted his head to the side as he crossed his arms over his chest, and I stared at him. Help me out here, Dad!
“Your father,” I started, and she also tilted her head, looking so much like her father in that moment. “He...”
Did I have to beg?
“Did you forget we have a date today, Anne?” He finally spoke up, and I sighed, relieved, as Anne looked at her father with guilt.
“Of course not, Daddy! I just wanted to see if Brooke wanted to play with me, but she failed the test.” Failed? Is that how she was covering her ass?
“You wound me, Anne,” I groaned as I clutched my chest, and Asher cleared his throat, bringing my attention to him.
“Brooke, where are your apartment keys?” he asked me, and I pointed to my handbag.
