Until I Met You

Chapter 2: Asher

"So Black, you gonna make this a habit of ours or what?" The blonde stick smirks.

Is this chick kidding me? Does she have a death wish or something?

Ever since she ran into me this morning, she's spoken like she doesn't give a damn about a bone in that delicate little body of hers. First, she calls me an asshole, then she knees me in the balls, and now she has the nerve to make me look bad in front of my friends? I feel like I'm dreaming. Or living out a nightmare is more like it. I better be dreaming for this girl's sake. 

She's not even in a position to piss me off. I'm holding on to her waist and all it would take is one slight push to make her go tumbling down those stairs. But I know I'm not gonna do that since, God forbid, it might ruin her bright pink manicured nails or that porcelain-like face of hers. Come to think of it, she does look like a porcelain doll, what with her fake blonde locks and the hideous ten pounds of make-up she threw on her face this morning. I know Halloween just passed but damn, someone get this clown a memo. 

What is it with girls these days? Thinking the best way to attract a guy is to present yourself like a clown in a circus. All I can think about is kissing a thing like that and getting that shit on my tongue and all over the inside of my mouth. Disgusting. I almost gag thinking about it. 

I don't know if this girl can tell I'm pissed because her smirk is growing even wider by the second. She's getting cocky and we can't have that, now can we. 

So I throw her a curveball. I quickly mask my expression with a blank face. My lips are carefully carved into a straight line and my eyes look skillfully bored.

And, of course, I get what I'm looking for. 

A hint of confusion and an even smaller hint of fear.

The moment you show emotion you're human. But the moment you don't, you're an animal. You're the prey to the predator. Biology 101.

I suppress a laugh. Man, I almost thought she had me. But even the best of them crack.

That is, until her face mirrors my own.

"We gonna have a heart to heart all day, Black?" she says, raising her eyebrows the slightest bit. "Cause I have somewhere to be".

There is no emotion behind her words. She looks bored. I'm looking for some kind of emotion dripping from her face. Anything. But all I can decipher is her disinterest. 

I furrow my eyebrow, looking her up and down intently. She's good at playing games, I'll give her that. This was certainly not something I expected, least of all from little miss popular. 

Well, if she wants a game, I'll give her one.

My expression remains the same as I slowly descend my head toward hers, my mouth stopping right next to her ear. 

My breath tickles the top of her ear as I speak, and she instinctively moves her head to the side, away from me. I chuckle.

"You're right. Let's skip the heart to heart. Meet me under the bleachers after school. We'll pick up where we left off."

I say that loud enough for everyone to hear, including all of her so-called friends. Almost half the school is witnessing this. Nobody wanted to miss out on the feud between the princess and the bad guy.

Her jaw drops and suddenly a flurry of emotions cross her face. Much different than the look of disinterest she was attempting to pull off.

"You-"

I cut her off.

"You what? Dick? Douchebag? Scum of the earth? Hate to break it to you, but I've heard it all."