Dangerous Dance

CHAPTER 8 - Asher

It was Saturday, and I woke up at 9am, with the biggest headache. I opened my eyes in the dark room. Yesterday I drank a little too much, normally I don't drink my brain out. but my moms anniversary of her death is next week, and I can't think about anything else. She has been gone for nearly 2 years, and the hard part was that I missed her so much.

Sometimes I dream about her, sometimes good dreams, other times bad dreams. Dreams of my dad whos beating her up, i fucking hate those dreams. It makes me think about the other night when Scarlett woke up from a bad dream. I still think about her when she's alone in her room, and if she has nightmares.

I was rude to her yesterday, but I need distance from her. She's just so sweet, and not to talk about how hot she is. But shes also my best friends sister, and i promised to take care of her, not fucking her or worse, fell for here. Which is not happening, but I might admit she's getting under my skin. I hate that, and I don't want it. So the only way to get her away is to make her hate me.

I got up from bed and took some black shorts on, because I had to pee. Everybody is shirtless all the time, so I didn't think it was a problem if I was too.

But from Scarlett's face the other day, I could see she was surprised, 15 shirtless boys is something to get used to. Also by me, I hate when she looks at other boys. i can't figure out why i get jealous, but I do, and its fucking annoying.

The first person I stepped into when I walked out of my room was Scarlett. What's the odds? I walked past her, and saw a glimpse of something on her arm. I turned around and lightly grabbed her arm.

"What's that?" I asked and looked from the arm, to her eyes, and back again to her arm.

"Why do you care," she said, and pulled her arm out of my grip. She turned around and walked away. I couldn't stop my eyes from looking at her ass. She had her gray shorts on, they just formed her ass in the perfect shape. I stopped myself from all the dirty thoughts, and went to the toilet.

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The clock rang, it's 7am on a Monday morning. Today we were gonna practice. I haven't spoken with Scarlett since the morning I saw a number on her. I think she saw me take a girl home yesterday. What can i do? The blond girl from Friday at the club called me nonstop. I was fucking horny so i just decided it was a great idea. Maybe not because she had texted me since she left. It was a one night stand, nothing more. Not for me. So I blocked her number. I didn't want a relationship. It's just too deep.

I took some clothes on, and washed my face, before I went down to the other boys.

"Asher the man," Julian said, and rushed over to me. He puts both of his hands on my cheeks. "What was going on last night, I heard moans from a bear." He meant the girl from last night, I don't remember her name. But she did really moan loudly like a bear, and it was the most unsexy thing i ever heard. Imagine laying there tryna cum, but the only thing you can hear is a moan who sounds like a man. It's not for me, no.

"Shut up julian," I said while laughing. I moved his hands from my face. I looked over at the table and Scarlett sat there. She didn't look at me, but I'm sure she heard what we talked about. I don't understand what is going on at the moment. Does she like me? Or is she just mad because she thought we were friends? which we were, i just got a feeling that she wanted more. Maybe it's true, or maybe it's just my ego.

"Get some food, and then we gotta go," Julian said to me, and pointed at the food he had made for me. "Alright boss," Julian is good at making food. But not like me, I do really have some cooking skills. I learned it when I lived at home, my mom made food for me sometimes, but things got worser at home. So I just did it on my own. I hated that my dad turned my mom into a depressing woman. She was so depressed all the time, and i don't blame her. My dad was a lot, she still took care of him, but it was never enough for him. I told my mom, that she shouldn't think about me. But I'm glad that I learned to take care of myself.

"Cole, Jack, Liam, are working on their solos, and then we are gonna practice the duet by Scarlett and Asher" I looked over at her, but she just stood there arm crossed, looking directly at Julian. She had a black tank top, and some black leggings on. When Julian was finally done talking, I walked over to Scarlett, "Ready?" She looked up at me. I was much taller than her. To be specific she's 5′ 7″ and I was 6′ 4″ Her height was perfect.

"Yea," was the only thing she said. She turned around, so we stood in our start positions. Everytime we do that, she stands a little too close, which means her ass is touching my dick. I won't complain about it and that ass. I spun her around and we got eye contact. I stared into her eyes, but she breaks it and looks away.

It's the best part of the dance, the touches while the intimate eye contact, it gives me something of her, while I have nothing from her. "Look at me," I whispered. I want her to look in my eyes, but she doesn't. She was mad. Which I understanded.

We just keep going on, with the dance without any eye contact. Which makes this dance so impersonal.

It worked, she hates me, and I couldn't figure out how I felt about that.