Knowing Asher

Chapter |13|

"Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the voice said again, and I was shocked is an understatement.

I know I hoped for a lot on this trip, but that was just a wish. I didn't think it would actually happen. Not after what happened the last time. At least I looked better than the last time. I was not reeking of sweat, and I sure smelled nice.

He waved his hands in front of me, and I finally looked up, staring at his green eyes. It looked like you were staring right at the forest, and you could get lost in it.

His cologne filled my nose, and I tried not to sniff it to avoid looking like an idiot.

His vanilla, sandalwood scent, made my brain become mushy.

His thick, baby soft looking hair that is glistening in the night sky is nestled on top of his head, messy, ruffled in the attractive. Eyes lined with gorgeous eyelashes were fixed on me, and I tried not to squirm under his intense gaze.

I tried to get my wits together.
I didn't embarrass myself the first time, so why now?

"It's ... okay." I managed to stutter out, facepalming myself internally.

I looked around, thankful no one was awoken by my little scream. He gave me a small nod before turning his back to me.

I wonder if he still remembered me. That was going to be shocking. He probably doesn't since he meets a lot of girls every day. It was a special moment for me. My eyes dropped to his body as he moved.

Is he trying to give me a heart attack?

Walking around like he was modelling for Calvin Klein advertisement. My eyes were fixated on the ripped muscles of his back. He was still in his sweatshirt and joggers exposing the waistband of his Calvin Klein. I could see his chain dangling in his sweatshirt.

I just have another attribute added to my dream man. I want him to wear a silver chain, and most especially, he must have dimples. Green eyes and my list go on. I was so nervous right now.

I didn't know what to say, what to do.
What do you say to a person you like?
The last time we talked, he was the one doing the whole talking, and I was just replying. I could start with, don't you think the weather was great today?

Or why are you in front of me? Both questions are lame.

Or you could just go back inside quietly and forget this ever happened.

I am not going to miss one of the few chances I get to speak to him.
My mind was going haywire, and my head was blank. He kept pacing up and down, staring at his phone's screen like something was bothering him. I don't know if it was in my place to ask.

How can I ask someone I don't really talk to something personal?

What if he snubs me?

Maybe that will make me hate him like I have always wanted.

You wish.

"Are you okay?" I blurted out without thinking.

He didn't even acknowledge me and pretended like he didn't hear. Maybe he didn't because my voice was almost a whisper. He continued pacing, and I sighed.

Try again.

So easy for you to say.

"Are you okay?" I tried again raising my voice up so there was no excuse for him to ignore me again.

"Hey girl, don't think that just because I am here with you gives you the right to talk to me. I heard you the first time, and I think you should have a bit of IQ to tell you I am not interested in talking to you. Stop your antics into luring me into sleeping with you. I am not interested in that shit right now." He sneered, and I gasped, shocked at his words.