ASHTON
"You never told me what happened to your arm." Mila voices as she pulls me away.
"What?"
"Your left arm. Did you hurt it two weeks ago? I noticed you grimacing each time I touched it, even while we raced together last week. I saw the arm cast in your room too. You didn't bring it up and I didn't want to be the first one to ask."
How considerate of her. I flex my arm. "It's all good." We get in the elevator. The moment the doors close, she clasps both hands behind my neck.
"You owe me two truths and one dare, remember? Tell me the truth about what really happened to your arm, please."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
Sighing, I proceed to tell her about the club fight and Josh stabbing me but I leave out details of the bone of contention. She goes pale with shock. The elevator stops and we step out.
