Asher rolls his eyes and then turns back to me. "One more." He leans back in and kisses me for a second, biting my lip and then pulling away. He leans his forehead against mine and breathes deeply.
"I don't think I can fucking contain myself tonigh...
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I haven't been to school all week. I haven't been anywhere all week. In fact, I can barely walk. I mean, how am I supposed to go to school with a black eye and bruises all over me without being asked all kinds of questions.
I texted my friends. I told them I was sick. I texted Asher, too. Told him I was sick, that he shouldn't come by because he'd get sick too. Because, believe me, he's been begging to come over.
He texts me every day asking to check on me, but I tell him I'm too sick. When, really, I know my dad will kill me if Asher shows his face here.
I miss him though. I really do. I miss all my friends but especially Asher. I've had nightmares every night. I cry every night. I can barely walk down the stairs without aching with pain.
He can't know, Asher can't know. He'll freak out, I know he will. It's not a big deal, I'm fine. I'm alive and breathing, aren't I?
Maybe the bruises will be gone and I can see him again next week. I miss him so much. I wish he was here to hold me.
Right now, I'm trying to distract myself. So I'm watching The Hunger Games. I can't read, it makes my head throb. So, I'll settle for rewatching this for the thousandth time.
I'm lying on my bed, focused on my movie, when I hear a knock that sends a pain through my head. I snap my head up and see Asher on the outside of my window.
My Asher.
He tilts his head at me and grins a little. Shit. He can't be here.
I jump up immediately and run over to my window, wincing immediately at the pain. My fingers fumble with the latch before I get it and I open the window for him. "Hi, love. I missed you," he grins before he climbs into my room.
"A-asher what are you- you can't be here you can't," my head starts hurting from the stress as I stumble over my words.
"I know you're sick, I was just worried. I haven't seen you all week, I had to check on you."
My heart warms a little before I go back to panicking. He's standing right in front of me, so close yet I refuse to meet his eyes. "You have to leave, you have to go," I whisper.
"Allie, what's wrong are you okay?" He cups my face in his hands and tilts it up so that I'm forced to look at him.
His furrowed eyebrows raise immediately when he sees my face and he looks like a mix between unimaginably worried and unimaginably angry.
"Who hurt you," he growls.
I look up to meet his eyes. "What? No one hurt me, I-I fell," I lie.
"Allie, don't lie to me," he strokes his hand through my hair and I accidentally wince. He pulls back. "Who the fuck hurt you, Allie," he says in a murderous tone.
I shake my head, my mouth open, about to lie again but a tear falls down my cheek, giving me away.
"Allie!" I hear and I snap my head over to my door. "Allie, what the fuck is all that noise!"
