Devilish Detective ✅

I'm Not Throwing Shades

Chapter Twenty-Six: I'm Not Throwing Shades

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There are times when the glaring evidence that Sam lacks empathy and tact gets thrown in my face, and it seems to always come just after my heart softens at the thought that he may possess human feelings. Now is one of such times.

Asher is thrown off-guard. He stares at Sam, then at me, then back at Sam; his head whipping so fast, I fear he may suffer whiplash, but his shock is unmatched to mine. I bury my face in my palms for a second, wanting nothing more than the earth to open up and swallow me so I don't have to deal with this awkward situation.

A part of me wants to take back what Sam just said, but I can't as he spoke the truth. I just wish he had allowed me to think of a better and more sensitive way to drop the issue on Ash without making him feel like we are ganging up on him and outright accusing him of murdering his best friend.

With a deep breath, I look up to catch Asher's look of sadness and betrayal. I turn a stern glare to Sam, but he's too busy smirking to notice. He has leaned back and is watching Asher with his usual slightly amused expression, as though the tension in the air is a source of entertainment to him.

It probably is!

"Wait a second!" Ash blinks rapidly. "So, you think I murdered my best friend? Bells, do you think I am capable of such, or is this guy just filling your brain with crap?" While I can hear the pain in his voice, his expression has become stone cold and somewhat defensive. He has his shoulders squared, his jaw clenched and his arms crossed.

He looks absolutely nothing like the Asher that was eager to go on a date with me.

"She actually doesn't think so," Sam speaks up before I can get a chance to defend myself. "That's probably because her brain is clouded with infatuation and lust towards you, it seems to cloud her better judgement."

My cheeks turn red and I cast my gaze away from the boys, hating that Sam braided my hair upwards, do I cannot hide behind it.

"However, I have no intention or desire whatsoever to have sex with you, so I can see that something just isn't right with you. I see the way you look at me, the malicious intent emanating from you. It's almost fascinating."

"Sam, stop!" I finally insist, finding my voice. "We didn't come here to throw shades at anyone. We came to have a conversation like the mature people are."

"I'm not throwing shades; I'm simply wondering why this kid won't admit to wanting to do what everyone in this town was thinking. No one liked the boy, so why are you so defiant, Asher?"

"First off, I don't like you. I'm sure a blind person can see that. You're the one that something isn't right with. Who in the name of fashion dresses like you? Also, you're creepy. You just appeared out of nowhere and I've looked you up. You have no records whatsoever. You are in no way connected to Bells here so no, you're not her cousin like you have everyone believing.

"That makes me hate you more because you can't seem to keep your paws off the girl you know I have feelings for."

I swallow hard and fiddle with my fingers. Ash doesn't spare me a glance however. He has his gaze locked on Sam, and if looks could kill, Sam would be... Well, back in hell by now. Sam doesn't seem fazed by Ash's glare though. If anything, he stifles a yawn, and I have a feeling it's because he's bored, and not because he actually needs to yawn.

"Trust me, less than pretty boy, I have no intention whatsoever to sleep with Bells. She's not that attractive." Sam turns to regard my baffled expression. "Take every offence, dear, you know it's true." He turns back to Asher. "Granted, she is less idiotic than most of your peers and humans in general, but not only does she lack a good sense of humour, she has a level of curiosity that will most likely get her killed one day. To think I'm actually sexually attracted to her is something to be laughed at. It's completely insane!"