Calculus

Aria

Nash was still standing near Jett’s car, grinning like he was enjoying every second of the silent conversation between me and Jett. He pointed back toward the direction of the parking lot exit and said something I didn’t catch fully, but his expression made it clear it was another invite to a party.

Jett took a deep angry breath and growled, “No.”

Nash laughed like it was the funniest thing.