Page 53 of Write or Wrong


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Zara opened her mouth. Closed it.

Nikki looked between them, struggling with whether or not to reveal Zara’s secrets. “She needed to vent. I needed to take down a wall. I thought it would help.”

That was essentially the truth.

Asa narrowed his brown eyes at Zara. “Forget I asked.” An exasperated sound rumbled from his chest.

Was he mad at her for the wall? Or was there more there?

They hadn’t even spoken in six months. And the last time they’d seen each other she thought they were maybe becoming friends. She had told him things. Things she didn’t talk about because of the way she was afraid people would look at her. And he’d listened without judgment. Or so she’d thought. But then when she’d tried texting him over the next few weeks, he’d never replied.

She could take a hint.

But mad at her? That seemed excessive.

It had to be because of the powdering of his donuts.

She’d figure out a way to make it up to him.

Asa’s eyes flicked to Nikki and back to Zara. He swallowed, shook his head, and left without so much as a wave.

Nikki sighed and dropped her head back to look at the ceiling.

“So does he play on a sports team or something?” Zara asked, her mind lingering on Asa’sassets.

Nikki rolled her head to look at her. “What?”

“His muscles.” Zara shrugged. “Just trying to figure out where they come from.”

Nikki’s frown deepened. She righted her head and faced Zara. “His muscles?”

Zara shrugged. “Asa’s hot. I had no idea.”

Nikki screwed her face up like Zara had just said that pizza was overrated. “He is not.”

“Okay,” Zara said, though her tone said she did not agree.

“You know,” Nikki said, tapping her chin, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “I still haven’t heard the full story of what happened that night in LA.”

Zara blinked slowly, keeping her expression neutral.

If Asa hadn’t told his best friend about that night, she wasn’t going to do it.

Besides, she believed that night had been for her and him and no one else. She couldn’t speak for Asa, but she knew what it had meant to her.

And it wasn’t up for interpretation.

“How about we clean up Asa’s room before he kills both of us? And then I can come over tonight and snuggle that baby,” Zara suggested with a crooked smile.

Nikki’s suspicion melted away with the mention of her baby.

Easy as pie.

Unfortunately that’s where easy ended.

Asa’s bed was coated in plaster and debris. And the room itself was not suitable for sleeping. Zara and Nikki had to wear masks so they could breathe.

They cleaned the room out as best they could though.

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