“I didn’t talk your ear off.” He huffed, the sound more playful than irritated. “Imighthave mentioned it a few times.”
“A few times?” I locked up behind us. “I’m pretty sure I know the course material as well as you do, considering how much you were bellyaching about it.”
“It’s not my fault. I hate philosophy.”
“Why are you taking it, then?”
“It’s a distribution requirement. Don’t you have to take it?”
“Nope. The worst class for me is the mandatory English ones.”
“Those were easy. Like redoing high school AP English.” He followed me into the stairwell.
“Not all of us were in AP English.”
“Which one are you taking this year?”
“American Lit.”
“I took that one. A lot of reading.”
“And writing about what you read.”
“I can help you if you want.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you want.” His cheeks flushed pink as he held my gaze. “I did pretty well in it.”
“Let me guess. You got an A+?”
He dropped his gaze, blushing.
“Relax, kitten. I’m not going to get mad because you did well in a class I’m struggling in.”
“I’m still not used to nice Ash,” he said quietly. We left the building and headed into the parking lot. “I guess I keep waiting for asshole Ash to come back.”
“Asshole Ash?”
“You have to admit you were a dick to me.”
“Oh, I fully admit it. But it’s not like you were some innocent bystander. You dished it out too.”
“Yeah.” He sighed as I unlocked the van. “I did.”
“What are you thinking?” I climbed into the driver’s seat.
“That all this time I was pissed at you when it wasn’t your fault.”
I started the van and pulled out of the lot.
That was exactly what I’d been thinking for the past two days.
Jules and I had spent the weekend together, and it had been fun. We hadn’t bickered or fought at all.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
“I mean, I guess it was easy to take my anger out on you when I couldn’t take it out on the people I’m really pissed at.”