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Eleven
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IT HAD BEEN THREE WEEKS.
Three weeks and for some reason Asher wasn't dead.
Emery remained locked up in her trunk and she didn't even feel to go anywhere near it.
Strange.
She hadn't been at the Bean ever since the you know what happened and relied on CollU 's miserable coffee for that long.
It's just that Harry's coffee did things to her she couldn't explain. It wasn't just coffee, it created an illusion—it seemed to put her parts together, even if it was for the moment.
His company too. She missed him.
Asher was paranoid.
Suddenly, every blond guy could've been Oren.
Her biggest threat—
"WEDNESDAY!"
The sudden yell made her flinch, her pulse spiking. Scanning the crowd, she found the source—someone waving enthusiastically in her direction.
Everest Miller.
Colland University’s smoking-hot-never-missin’-football captain—as people loved to call him.
To Asher, though, he was just the latest name on her ever-growing list of people who made her life unnecessarily difficult.
Creepy as hell.
The guy had a habit of hollering her name anytime he saw her, from that one coffee mishap, regardless of the situation—whether he was with his pack or in the middle of doing something completely absurd.
It drew unwanted attention.
And she hated it.
He was making his way over.
Nope. Not today.
Without hesitation, Asher turned the nearest corner and pushed into the ladies’ restroom, her back pressing against the door as she exhaled sharply.
Just when she thought she was safe—
"Oh my gosh, Debs."
A blonde girl’s voice cut through the air, laced with disdain.
"I think darkness just walked in."
"I know, right?" a brunette chimed in, rolling her eyes. "Such a sore sight."
Asher barely spared them a glance. She'd encountered their type before—the kind of people who thrived on empty insults and meaningless gossip.
Not worth her energy.
A voice from one of the stalls made itself known, its excitement almost palpable.
"Is it Sofia the radish?"
"No" the other girls chorused in disappointment "Someone much worse"
The stall door swung open, revealing a girl with dirty blonde hair and amber eyes. When her eyes rested on Asher, her face fell "Oh"
"Let's go shall we?"
The girl patted her hair with delicate precision before flashing a pleased smile at her friends.
"Of course. I'm done."
"Finally," the blonde scoffed.
Then, Aubrey’s gaze returned to Asher again.
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Short StoryNow Completed!! *** Haunted by a past that left scars deeper than the eye could see, Asher (Olivia) had long stopped believing in love-real, steady, unshakable love. Broken by years of abuse and weighed down by the silent battle of depression, she b...
