Drowning in Regret — Logan Grabs Hazel's Wrist

Yeah. The exposed skin on the back of Asher's neck was pale and covered in a sheen of cold sweat. He was clearly at his limit. Then let me help you to the nurse's office.

Good thing I was a sturdy, chubby girl. Otherwise, I never could have supported someone so tall. The school nurse gave him painkillers and told me to bring back a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup for him. I nodded at once.

I jogged to the cafeteria for a takeout bowl of soup, then came hurrying back, out of breath. When I returned, Asher was the only person left in the nurse's office. You hate me that much and you still came to my rescue? I stared at him, confused.

Huh? I don't dislike you. Thank you. I thought you hated me, so I was too scared to talk to you. Why would I hate you?

I pressed my lips together. Because I'm fat? I'd long since grown numb to this kind of thing. Asher gave a quiet laugh. All I could see of his face were his deep, captivating

I had a feeling he was nothing like the disfigured freak Derek claimed he was. After that day, the wall between Asher and me slowly came down. But he still acted strangely. He never took off his mask or cap in front of And he spoke to no one but me.

Before I knew it, I was down to 141 pounds. pounds. Grandma was extremely proud. She said that once I reached 127 pounds, I could fit the sexiest prom dress. To my surprise, Logan was the first person at school to notice that I'd lost weight. After swim practice that day, I sat alone on a bench on the school lawn, miserably chewing

the chicken salad Grandma had packed. Logan walked over and suddenly grabbed my wrist.