Too bad I’d never done the smart thing.
* * *
“We needto make a schedule for the van.”
I ignored Jules as he sat next to me on the loveseat, a determined look on his too-pretty face.
“I’m busy.”
“You’re on your phone.”
“Exactly. I’m busy.”
“We need to talk about this.”
“No, we don’t.” I kept my eyes on the phone screen, not even seeing the Insta posts I was scrolling through.
“Yes. We do.” He let out a frustrated huff and waved his hand in front of my phone. “Focus, asshat.”
I looked up at him and couldn’t stop my smirk.
He was pissed. His cheeks were pink, and his eyes were blazing with anger.
“What’s your schedule like?”
“I have classes.” I turned my attention back to my phone.
“Fuck you, Ash.” He punched me in the shoulder.
“Remember the last time you punched me? What ended up happening?”
He drew in a quick breath.
“Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish.”
“That was a mistake.” He glared at me.
“Sure it was.” I turned my attention back to my phone.
“It was! You just caught me off guard.”
“Sure I did.”
“I hate you so much.”
“Likewise.” I looked up at him. “Here’s how it’s going to work with the van. You can come to school with me in the mornings. Then I’ll drive you home when my classes are over. Since you’re a loser with no friends, it doesn’t make sense for you to have the van. You’ll work around my schedule, or you’ll walk.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Seems fair to me.”
“I don’t even know your schedule. What if my classes start first or end later?”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
“I hate you so much.”
I didn’t bother answering, just pretended to focus on my phone.