Chapter 3Let Go of the Final Result

Asher and Randee didn't try to hide their relationship from anyone.

They were both eighteen.

And they were ranked first and fifth in our graduating class.

Last year, Asher's family had literally funded a new science wing for the school.

Even if the administration wanted to crack down on them, they wouldn't dare.

I forced myself to stop looking in their direction, even though Asher sat diagonally in front of me.

During breaks, Randee would constantly come to our classroom to find him.

"I accidentally brought an extra bottle of iced coffee today, you can have it!"

"Are you sure it was an accident?"

Randee would get flustered, a pretty blush creeping up her neck. "You are so annoying!"

He would just smile, his eyes curving into crescents as he nodded along.

He spoiled her completely. "Yeah, yeah, I am annoying."

Asher didn't even like iced coffee, but he took it anyway.

I kept my head down, forcing my eyes to focus on the geometry textbook in front of me.

But I couldn't absorb a single word.

Later that night.

I got home and pulled my phone out of my backpack.

I hadn't deleted the anonymous venting app yet.

Out of pure muscle memory, I tapped the icon. When my brain caught up, I was just about to close it.

But my pupils contracted sharply.

Asher's profile picture was still glowing green.

Wait a minute.

Didn't he say he was deleting his account?