Playing The Player (Discontinued)

Chapter Eighteen - Asher's POV

Author's Note 

Dedicated to @killyourcakes for finding out more about Charlie's character, and helping me out with the other characters. I honestly didnt know that Charlie Swan is the name of a guy on Twilight (I havent watched that movie before).

And Charlie's character is played by Emily Rudd. That's her on the cover, on the side of chapter one, and on the side of this chapter. (:

[ Charlie ]

Should I tell you a reason why I hate Mondays?

Ok, here it is.

"Anyone want to come up to the board and explain the problem?" the Algebra teacher asked the class.

I wasn't paying any attention but I heard that part. I looked all around the room. If someone wasn't talking, they were asleep. Hell, even the nerds in the front of the room were sleep.

I was sat in the middle of the class, doodling in my binder. I was drawing a picture of me and a guy, kissing. And the next picture was of me telling the guy I loved him. And the next picture was of the guy running away from me, pulling out his hair in the process.

And no, before you ask, I am not still hung up on the Asher situation.

.......... .

I guess Asher wasn't kidding when he said I'm a bad liar.

"Anyone?" the teacher repeated. He then started walking around the room in search of a victim. And that's why I buried my head in my binder.

I said a mini prayer to myself, asking God to make him pick anyone other than myself.

That's when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I slowly looked up and saw the teacher, standing right over me.

"Hello," I said, nervously.

"Hi," he replied and grinned. "Wanna go up to the board and solve the problem?"

"Actually, I don't," I answered, truthfully.

He smirked. "Let me rephrase that. It doesn't matter if you want to. You have to."

I rolled my eyes to myself and slowly got up. It's obvious that this guy is still mad at me for my many outbursts from that last quiz he gave the class.

I made my way to the board, super nervous. I don't know a thing about Algebra. It's a shame that I only got in Algebra in 12th grade. That's how bad I am in math.

"Uh, sir?" I told him. He turned to me and frowned.

"Is there a problem?" he asked me.

"Actually, there is. Ya see, this is the last week of school before Thanksgiving break. Don't you think it's a bit odd for you to be giving us work?"

"Do the problem!" he demanded. If he was a cartoon character, he'd have steam coming out of his ears.

I sighed. Maybe I wont embarrass myself in front of the class. No one's paying me any attention anyways.

And that's when the teacher slammed his yard stick against the board. All conversations stopped, and every closed eye opened.

I turned to the man. "Do you hate me?" I asked him.

He just put on a sly grin and motioned for me to do the problem.

I tried to imagine everyone in class in their underwear. But that stupid thing doesn't work. My imagination isn't that strong!

And besides, it's obvious that everyone in here is in their underwear. You know, under their clothes. Unless someone's just so weird that they don't wear underwear.