15. SINGLE

~ Zoie’s POV ~ The car ride to the party’s venue was mostly filled with silence. Asher was driving the car, a black BMW that Zoie’s dad had prepared. Zoie sat in the passenger seat and she’d occasionally steal glances at Asher. He didn’t say a word to her all night long and there was a strange coldness in the air. I wonder if he’s mad at me? “You know, if you don’t feel like going to the party, you shouldn’t have come. I can drive myself,” Zoie said, breaking the deadly silence. “I know that,” he replied coolly. “And do I need to remind you? We both agree this whole bodyguard thing was just a front for my dad, so you don’t have to take it seriously,” Asher let out a scoff. “Trust me, I’m not doing anything I don’t wanna do,” he said without taking his eyes off the road. Asher was acting super cold. Zoie was convinced there was something else going on here. She started backtracking, thinking of what went down before he went ice cold. And then she remembered. They almost just kissed befo