Bad Boys Can't Love

Don't Trust You

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  I wake up early, somehow feeling happy. I eat breakfast, brush my teeth and then decide what to wear. I decide on some nice bright blue skinny jeans and a pink blouse. It's warm out, so I find some white and brown open toed sandals. I brush my hair, then stare into the mirror at my bright blue eyes. I don't know why I'm so excited, and then my phone buzzes and I realize why.
God, how does Asher Ross have me happy? He texts- need a ride? As I prepare to leave, backpack over shoulder. I go to reply as I walk out my front door towards my small blue car, and then I see him. With his motorcycle.
"No thanks." I call to him, not even curious to why he thought enough of me to come to my house. He gets on his motorcycle and moves it into my driveway.
"What do you think you're doing?" I ask. "Oh, looks like my ride is here." Asher claims as he hops into the seat next to me in my car. I roll my eyes, "Whatever. Just don't speak or bother me." His eyes glint mischievously.
I roll my eyes once more, buckling my seatbelt. He buckles his, too. "Shocking- bad boy follows the rules." I gasp playfully. "I wouldn't if I didn't have a reason to." he sighs seriously. I look at him, my eyes rows furrowed in confusion. "Just drive." He says. I put my hands on the wheel and I do as he says.
He blasts my radio, banging his head to Green Day. I turn to him, now I have his stupid smirk. "What?" Asher asks, returning the smirk. "I love this song." I say simply as I turn back to the road. I really do, Holiday is one of their best songs. I like all music, from Green Day, to one of my personally favorites, classical.
"Wait,really?" Asher looks shocked, "I pinned you for one of those classical chicks." He read my mind. "I like classical to, and I'm not a chick." I narrow my eyes. "I knew it!" He smiles in victory. I roll my eyes for the millionth time as I we arrive at school.
Everyone glances towards us, all of them seem surprised. That I of all people- 'typical good girl' - actually knew Asher Ross. I hop out and girls whisper. "This wasn't a good idea," I begin, "the gossip is everywhere." He simply shrugs, "I don't mind."
We walk in together, his fan club glaring at me. He checks out a blonde and leaves me to take the heat alone while he give her his number.
"My place...next Saturday." He tells the girl before meeting up with me. I don't look at him, disgusted. "Jealous?" he teases. "No. You just have the whole player vibe. And I have a deep burning hatred for players being that my deadbeat dad was one." I lash out. Wait, did I just tell him one of my innermost secrets that easy? I never told anyone. How, and why, did I tell him?
  He seems shocked, as I am. I sigh, "Sorry. I shouldn't have said- I shouldn't have told you that." He seems worried, but I'm not sure why. I'm just another stupid girl to him. Then, the bell separates us before he can say anything. I rush to math, holding back tears.

When English rolls around, I take my seat next to him. He has his usually cocky and annoying attitude again. "Are you from Heaven? Because you look like an angel." he smirks. I don't respond, I just glare at him and then look back down at my binder. Then, I finally say, "Shut up you egotistical Manwhore." I dart harshly.
   I'm furious that he can get my walls down so easily, the defense I had spent years building up. I don't know how he does it, but he does. I don't like it, it scares me. I was usually nice to everyone, but now I feel like an angry, bitchy hormonal teenager. Which I am.
    "Sorry." Asher sighs. Did he just apologize? "If you need anything, we can talk." I scoff at this and say, "I need you to stay away from me, okay? I don't trust you." I say angrily. "Why?" He finally asks, stunned. I bite my lip, reluctant to tell him. "Because you break down my walls- send them tumbling down." I admit sheepishly. He gets the stupid cocky smirk that I want to punch off his face, as he doesn't say anything, just turns away. Then, he grins. I know he's planning something.
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   I sit, studying for chemistry, even though I know the chapter by heart. I figure if I drown myself in schoolwork that I won't have to think. The breeze from my open window cools me on this really warm spring day. Summer is almost here, and I'm excited to be off from school. Just because I'm a nerd, doesn't mean I don't like a break. I do know how to have fun, just safely.
  Suddenly, a huge bang comes from outside my window. Figuring it's the gardener failing once more, I don't move. I continue to reread the chapter notes for the millionth time, playing a game with myself where I try to guess the next word. Sure enough, I win every time. I crank up my music, the classical pounding loudly into my eardrums.
   A hand on my shoulder. I jump, and yelp, my shriek just below a scream. My earbuds fall out, and I drop my notebook as I look to see what murderer has me in their grasp. I see Asher Ross. I would have preferred the murderer.
    "What the hell are you doing I my room?!" I gasp. His face goes into somewhere between a smirk and smolder as he gazes at me. I slap the look off his face. He doesn't even flinch.
    "Get out." I demand. He looks at me, and then turns to leave. "Wait." I pause. He turns back around. "How did you get in?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. "Window. Climbed up to the side of your house, fell twice. Didn't hear me?" He explained. I shrug, shooing him off, putting my earbuds back in.
   Instead of leaving,  he pushes me over to the side of my full sized bed, as he sits next to me, taking one earbud to listen.
   "You like loud music. Like me. But you also like gross classical." he comments, taking an earbud out.
   I am breaking down, and he can see it. I'm  thinking about what I told him, and he is just acting casual like he doesn't notice. He smirks, like he wants me to cry so that he can comfort me and then he can play me, one of his twisted games.
   I fight to hold back the tears threatening to fall, my eyes watering immensely. He studies my face as tears start streaming down my fair skinned face.
   "Sorry that I upset you before." Asher apologizes, he had probably been waiting for me to break down and be vulnerable so that I would forgive him.
   "Sorry for lashing out at you. You have every right to do what you want, and it's not your fault that you gain my trust so easy." I whisper, crying and sniffling unattractively. "I thought you said you don't trust me." Asher smirked, calling me out. "Secret code for I trust you but I wish you didn't." I explain. He smirks more, "You really shouldn't trust me. I'm the typical bad boy, remember?" "Oh shut up." I stifle a laugh as I lean into him. Shocked, he lets me. He had the face that read, 'I'll be your friend that you like but I don't like people.' I sigh, not caring at the moment. He's comfy and doesn't make me feel as bad.
God, Sarah, why are you trusting him so quickly? He's a player, a bad boy. He will never like a girl who's not drooling over him. It's been less than too days, and your walls have fallen. Build them back upZ
Listening to my inner voice, I sound bipolar. I take my head off of his chest, and wipe my tears. I shouldn't of cried in front of him, I realize. "You should go." I say. "Yeah." He agrees awkwardly as I sniffle, staring at his tear stained shirt. "Sorry." I say. I know I've scared him off. I know he's freaked out. He leaves through the window, without a goodbye. Time for my walls to build up.

<><>ASHER ROSS POV<><>
  I leave her house quickly. That was so weird, she isn't a friend, I don't  have a crush on her either. Not that I ever had a crush. I sigh, feeling a bit bad for leaving.
   I don't know what to call her. An acquaintance? Nah, too little. I know her better than the people I pass in the halls that I would call acquaintances.
   The title I found most fitting was ' a good girl I hit on often that gets really annoyed and I kind of care about and I think is pretty.' Why am I thinking about this? I need some guy time, with Parker, Weston, and Mason. Or some girl time with the blonde I met in the hallway.
   I decide on guy time, to get back to being myself. I text them, and we all decide to meet up at Parker's house.
    I arrive on my motorcycle, and everyone is already there. In my leather jacket, black jeans, converse, and tear stained gray tee, I open the door.
    Entering, I greet them all, but the first thing they notice is exactly what I don't want them to. "Why is your wet? Or is that like a stain...?" Parker asks, Weston and Mason nodding in confusion.
   "um." I sigh, as I tell them the truth, "Some girl just cried on my shirt so I was out of there." I laugh, smirk, joke, tease, anything to make them laugh. Which they did. Maybe my 'truth' was a bit sugar coated, but it was still the truth.
    We all hang out, drink, smoke, play poker. But I can't  get a very different sobbing girl out of my head. So I leave early. Leaving at 11 instead of 5 in the morning, I use some lame excuse and zoom away on my motorcycle.

I don't know what I'm doing, she's probably sleeping, I stand outside her house, motorcycle down the block so her mom won't notice a random vehicle outside the window. But everyone is sleeping it seems, the house looks dark, no lights appear to be on. A light flickers on in a very familiar window that I climbed through earlier. From a very familiar bedroom that I stumbled into earlier. Containing a very sad good girl that cried on me earlier.
~~~~~SARAH JAY POV~~~~
  I wake up in the middle of the night, my face crusty with tears and my earbuds still in. A textbook sits on my lap. I had fallen asleep, it appears.
   I lay in bed for a number of hours, listening to the music, before I turn on my light. I open my window, curtains still closed, as even in nighttime the air was warm and sticky. A cool gust of air blows my hair back, making me smile.
  I run my brush through my hair and walk to the bathroom. There I splash water on my face to wake me up, my groggy eyes and blurry mind still in a dream state.
   My phone dings- can I come in? ;) from Asher Ross. My mom would kill me if she found a boy in my room at eleven thirty at night, assuming the worst. My walls are still down, and I miss him for helping me, so I decide that he can.
    Before that, I quickly change into long pajama pants instead of booty shorts that I only used for sleep, and also I put on a pink tee shirt and an actual bra on before glancing out the window once more, where he was. I realize I fell asleep with my contacts, where I reluctantly take them out. No one has seen me with my glasses, except Kayla and Mom.
   I put on my glasses, hesitantly. Throwing my hair into a sloppy bun, I text back- Come through the window
   He does, quietly this time. He nimbly makes his way to my room and enters.
   He strolls around looking at pictures and clothing, and all sorts of things lying around in shelves and drawers in my room.
   I shake my head, "What are you doing here?" I ask with confusion on my face. "I was bored." Asher states. "Ash, then why did-" I begin to say before he cuts me off. "Ooo. Ash. You're giving me nicknames now. You love me." He snickers with the biggest smirk ever. What a cocky jerk. He blows a fake kiss to me, as I pretend to catch it and throw it at him. He giggles at this, an innocent giggle that I've never heard from him before. It's kind of cute. Wait, I mean different. Not cute. Asher is not irresistibly amazingly adorably cute.
Well.
Let's be honest.
He kinda is.