Stuck With The Bad Boy

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"Ew, his hand was so sweaty," Vanessa laughed awkwardly, breaking the heavy silence that surrounded them. She was trying to appear okay, trying to appear fine. Trying.

Asher stared at her, not laughing, just staring. Analyzing her. His eyes not backing away from hers.

Vanessa shifted in her place. The awkwardness suffocating her. Killing her. She was already shaken up, she didn't want someone staring into her soul. She felt trapped, she wanted to speak up yet she didn't know what to say, so she just looked away. Far away from Asher's gaze. Far, far away.

The silence was loud in this scenario. Asher was still looking at her trying to line up his words in his head before speaking. Trying to find the right words.

"What were you even doing out here?" He finally said, his voice low and composed.

Vanessa quickly looked at him. He's finally speaking. She thought. But the reality of the question sinked in. What was she doing out here? At the back and not the front?

"Um....I think- I don't know, I guess I just thought this was the entrance," She laughed anxiously, not telling him the real reason.

I can't tell him I was 'preparing mentally to see him' that's like, rude. But mostly stupid. But also rude.

He looked at her. Not speaking again. He liked—no, had to organize his words in his head before speaking. Words aren't just something he can toy around with. They can hurt as much as weapons. He knows that better than anyone.

Choosing it's better not to speak, he gave her one last analyzing look, before walking away.

Vanessa stared at his silhouette as he walked away. Why did he have to be so tall, his legs at his walking speed are my legs at running speed.

She let out a sigh.

"Um so...should we head inside or...?" Vanessa asked, her voice coming out barely.

"No. I'm leaving," He said as he stopped beside a black rusty looking-motorcycle.

"What? But you were the one who said to meet here?" she furrowed her brows.

"I got other plans," He said as he extended his arm and placed a scratched up helmet on his head.

Vanessa paused.

She couldn't take it anymore. He can't just invite me here then tell me to leave! That's just basic etiquette.

"Then why invite me here in the first place!" She finally spoke up. Her voice higher with two or three notes.

He glanced over at her before turning away "Well maybe if you checked your phone, you wouldn't have come all the way here." He said.

Vanessa's eyes widened. She quickly looked away, a tint of pink appearing on her-still-very pale face.

Asher looked at her rosy cheeks and her wavering eyes and he understood what was going on, so without a second thought he said, "Don't tell me you don't have your phone on you?" You could hear the mocking in his voice.

He was enjoying this. She wasn't. She really wasn't.

"What? No! I do!" She can't let him make fun of her like that.

He looked at her, smirking, she saw it and wanted to tear that look off his face. He was having the time of his life.

His gaze dropped as he patted his jeans to get out his phone. "Want me to call it right now?" His eyes fixated on hers.

She shot his eyes at him. Whatever.

"FINE. I forgot my phone at school. Happy now?" Her cheeks becoming redder.