Chapter 3

On Friday, Asher came to pick me up.

The moment I opened the car door, I saw a girl in the passenger seat.

She eyed me up and down, then abruptly rolled her eyes. "Sister, I get car-sick easily. You don't mind if I sit up front, do you?"

I looked at Asher. He said nothing.

I smacked him. "You dare give someone a ride when they're car-sick? What if she flatlines right here in my car?!"

Scarlett's face instantly fell.

Asher snapped, "Rowan, you're going too far. She's just…"

"Just shameless, I know." I cut him off, grabbed the girl by her hair, and easily yanked her out.

She tumbled onto the ground. I stepped over her, got into the car, and slammed the door shut.

Outside, she was wailing and sobbing, tears streaming down her face. "Mr. Davies! Mr. Davies!"

I picked up the water bottle she'd been drinking from, rolled down the window, and tossed it at her. "Just because you're pretty, you think you're hot stuff? You picked the wrong fight, sweetie. You have no idea who you're messing with!"

"Rowan, she's not feeling well," Asher said, getting into the driver's seat and grabbing my hand.

I turned to him, smiling. "Did *you* make her uncomfortable, bro?"

Asher's face darkened, his lips thinning into a hard line.

I continued, "Bro, you don't think I'll let *you* off the hook just because I chewed *her* out, do you? If you don't want this to blow up, drive."

Asher looked like he wanted to speak but held back. Finally, he started the car.