ASHER
Reed's laugh still hung in the air, chilling and purposeful, when I made my decision.
If I was going to do this, if I was really going to provoke Reed Jackson in front of half the Academy then I needed to commit completely.
There would be no hesitation, no second-guessing, all in.
"Come on," I said to Scott, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from Reed's immediate orbit. "Let's get another drink."
Scott followed, his hand trembling slightly in mine. "Asher, are you sure about this? That laugh… that wasn't normal. He's planning something, and I don't like the sound of it."
"He's always planning something, when has he never had a plan going on in his head.." I kept my voice light, casual, even though my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. "We don't have to care." I told him and we made our way back to the drinks table, weaving through clusters of students who were all pretending not to stare at us while absolutely staring at us.
