Playing The Player (Discontinued)

Chapter Thirteen - Asher's POV

[ Asher ]

With an annoyed groan, I gave the petite blonde the satisfaction of leaving one last kiss on my neck.

She's been trying to get in my pants for a while now. And on any other day, I'd give in and rip her clothes off.

But I didn't want to. Not with her.

"Alright, that's enough," I said and removed her hands from my chest. She shot me a frown. "You've had enough fun."

"C'mon, Asher," she begged in a seductive voice. She pulled my face closer to hers and whispered, "You know you want to."

I'll admit that I did consider it once or twice. This girl is sexy. And my teenage hormones can almost never be kept in check.

But it just didn't feel right.

She gripped the rim of my pants and smirked up at me. "We all know that you can't keep this bad boy tamed," she purred.

Ok, I gotta get her off of me before I loose control and give in.

"Look, Polly," I began.

"It's Molly," she said with an eyeroll.

"Whatever," I said. "You can't seem to take a hint, so I'm gonna just say it. I'm not gonna have sex with you."

She eyed me for a moment. She finally released my pants and picked up her bookbag for class.

Damn.

I may not be a good guy; I may be an asshole, but I don't ENJOY hurting girls. I've got a heart.

I rubbed my hands down my face. "Sorry," I said and sighed.

She grinned up at me and gripped my arms. "Who's she?"

"What?" I asked her.

"Who is she?" she repeated.

I scratched the back of my neck. "There is no she."

She rolled her eyes and took my hand in hers. I didn't want to hold her hand back, but it did remind me of holding Charlie's hand.

Charlie.

I haven't liked anyone since Bethany moved away. It's just been me and the guys with no permanent girl in my life.

And then Charlie came along. And at first impression, I thought she was nothing more than an uptight, goody two shoes.

And she still is a goody two shoes.

But it's just something about her that makes her different. I can't help but feel attracted to her.

Molly finally released my hand, which I was thankful for because all it did was bring back stupid memories of Charlie.

And what Dylan did.

I had already told him and Zac that I liked her. And that's what he goes and do.

If I hadnt broke them up, they probably would've screwed each other right then and there.

And the worst part is that Dylan got to kiss her before I did. I can never get to kiss her.

"You need to go and find her," Molly told me.

"I still don't know what you're talking about," I lied.

"The girl!" she yelled and punched my chest. "You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

I sighed. "Well what about her?"

"Go and make up with her."

"Why should I?"