BEYOND THE FIRST DANCE

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'I used to ride around

I didn't wanna settle down

But now I wake each day

Lookin' for a way that I can see your face.'

*ASHER'S POV*

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*ASHER'S POV*


December 9, 2016.


"She'll come." I nodded, my attention flickering from the glare of the palette clock on the wall to the Queen of Hearts' squinting eyes.

"You've been repeating that for almost a month now, Mr. Rohan."

Yeah, that was what the little voice in the back of my head was telling me too, its echo almost as nagging as the art teacher's threatening tone.

"Her quota of nonattendance has been reached. If she doesn't show up in the next ten seconds, then—"

She didn't get to finish her death warrant when three knocks resonated against the open door, so perfectly on time I had to pinch myself, the peachy figure standing there still having the same effect on me as the first time I'd seen her.

"Hi, I'm sorry. I hope I'm not too late?"

Fuck, no, actually, my grin was even hungrier now that I knew those rolling lips tasted sweeter than they looked. My mind was running wilder as the fantasies forming there mixed with flashbacks of those soft curves under my hands, and now that I'd had a glimpse of what those dark doe eyes were hiding, it wasn't only the world that stopped when they met mine for a split second. Before Althea turned to Mrs. Hearts and whatever the evil queen was saying.

I didn't hear her pestering voice anymore, nor any whisper of doubt when Althea walked to a seat on the opposite side of the room, and I joined her, sliding smoothly onto the seat next to her, though still making her jump.

"Hey, glad to see you back here." My hands reached for the folder she was about to drop, her sweet fruity perfume already invading my nose. "Those past weeks have been hell without you, and I'm not only—"

"I'm only here because I don't want the art club to be canceled now that I've put it in my college applications. Nothing else." She quickly tightened her grip on the piece of green cardboard, trying to pull it away while I tugged back for the sake of it—and to bring her a micro-inch closer.

"So you got my messages finally?" Meaning she hadn't blocked my number.

That was hope enough for me to keep my smirk when Mrs. Hearts appeared in front of us, and I released my grip on the folder.

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