Molly is quiet and tends to blend into the background. I often forget she’s in the room, and I think the girl prefers it that way. From what I’ve heard she doesn’t think she belongs. It’s understandable. Her mother was a nurse that busted her ass to afford their small apartment, and now she lives on the Score family estate, which is bigger than some small cities. I’m sure it’s a bit overwhelming for her.

This girl I’ve barely noticed is the very reason I think Asher’s life is about to change in ways he doesn’t understand. I do, because I’ve been where he is for a while.

For Asher’s whole life, he couldn’t stand most women. He puts everything into his work. Not that I can blame the man. His mother is one fucked-up bitch, and that’s not something I’d easily call someone. My own mom would kill me if she ever heard me utter those words about a female.

Asher’s mother is what the word was made for. Some people have daddy issues, but I think Asher’s mom Heidi gave him mommy issues. It’s why he keeps all females at arm's length. Until now, it seems. If I had to guess, Molly is avoiding him at all costs, and it’s driving him insane. He’s gone from hiding from women that often throw themselves at him because of his last name to now chasing one. I’d laugh, but I don’t need karma kicking me in the face right now.

“Are you just going to storm in there and toss her over your shoulder and storm back out?” I ask, giving my seatbelt a small tug to make sure it’s on tight with how fast he’s driving. Which I’m not complaining about; I’m actually thankful for it. I want to get there as quickly as we can.

Emily has turned into a social butterfly over the past few years, but I wasn’t aware she’d been hitting the party scene. The girl is in every damn school club, and let’s not forget cheerleading. That shit is torture.

There have been a few parties here and there, but they’ve been at family homes I knew and that had tight security. As in, I knew the security teams personally. Now the McDonald brothers are a different story. I went to school with a few of the older ones. They’re all pieces of work, and Emily knows that, but still she’s there. I know it’s the end of the year blowout for the seniors. Graduation is days away, but I still don’t like it. Not one fucking bit.