He didn't know what was more unsettling, the fact that Anthony and Asher were standing together like it was the most natural thing in the world, or the fact that Myles and Asher were now face to face.
"Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you too."
Asher stepped forward, extending his hand. Myles accepted it, his grip firm but brief.
"Mhm."
He simply nodded, nothing more.
Blake's smile didn't disappear, but his thoughts spiraled.
'Why is he with him? This doesn't make sense. Why is he even wearing our school uniform? This isn't how things are supposed to go. The plot, this isn't like the plot at all, right?'
His fingers curled tightly into his palm, nails pressing into his skin as he lowered his gaze. A cold sheen of sweat gathered at the back of his neck.
"Blake?"
Anthony's voice snapped him back. He looked up to see him raising an eyebrow.
"This is my cousin, the one I told you about the other day, remember?"
