Bad Boys Can't Love

Almost Kisses & Maybes

Part 16: Almost Kisses & Maybes

  The rest of the school week flew by. Tests and quizzes, everyone was studying hard for finals. Even Asher. So I didn't really hang out with Asher, Adam, or Kayla out of school for the rest of the week. Then the weekend comes.
   Today it's Friday! Yippee! "TGIF!" I yell out of Asher's Mustang, glad that school is over. He chuckles and turns to me. "Movie night?" He smiles. "Maybe." I say in a sing song voice. "Maybe?" He mocks me. "Meaning yes." I tease laying my head on his shoulder. I'm too cheery that it's frightening.
   We get to my house to see my mom gardening in the front yard. "Hey kids." She greets as we walk past her, into the house. We run upstairs, dropping bookbags on the floor. I hop onto my bed and he laughs at me. "Happy?" He asks. I nod quickly, "Pick a movie!" I squeal. "Okay.. Okay. How about..." He ponders, searching through Netflix. "Expelled?" He suggest. I nod as he presses play and lays down next to me.
   I take out my phone for a moment just to see what's happening before actually getting into the movie. I quickly scroll through Facebook to come upon a post that makes me smile and my heart flutter:
    Every good girl wants a bad boy that will be good just for her; every bad boy wants a good girl that will be bad just for him.
   That was my situation in a post. I turn and smile at Asher before turning off my phone and putting it on my nightstand.
My hand found its way into his.
   Maybe he's not such a bad boy. Even if he is, he's my bad boy. So maybe it's not that bad that I like him.
Asher's POV
   After the movie ends, I tell Sarah to stay where she is. I leave her room, and run downstairs.
I get two cups and fill them almost to the top with fruit punch out of her fridge. I then carefully proceed to walk up the stairs with them, praying that I don't spill a drop.
When I get to her room, she takes a cup out of my hand and goes to take a drink. "No." I stop her before she drinks. "Aw. What are we doing?" She sighs. "Okay. Truth or Dare is what we're doing. If you pass you drink. First one with an empty cup loses." I explain with a wide grin on my face. She smiles, and I start.
"Truth or Dare?" I ask. "Truth." She answers, nervousness written throughout her beautiful blue eyes. "Do you like me?" I smile, a devilish grin plastered on my face.
Drink.
"No fun!" I tease before she asks me. "Dare." I tell her bravely. "Go tell my mom that you're pregnant." she finally says, laughing hysterically.
Drink.
"Dare." She says next, fear and insecurity spread across her face. "Tell your mom you're pregnant." I laugh.
Drink.
"Truth." I try, testing her. "What was your first impression of me?" She asks. I think back to the very first time I saw her. The beginning of this year, was the first time. Before that we never had classes together. Never really passed her in the halls. English was my first impression of her.
She was pretty, preppy, modest, and smart. It took me all year to finally say something to her, because honestly I didn't really care. All I knew was she was the only girl that wasn't head over heels for me from the start.
"Preppy, smart, pretty..." I list carefully. She nods. "Truth." She picks next. "What was your first impression of me?" I wonder. "Honestly?" She asks. I nod. "Freshman year. You sickened me, disgusted me really. I thought you were nothing more than a shallow, player who thought he was cooler than everyone. I took you for a douchebag and a heartbreaker." She says. Every negative word hurts, it bothers me that that's my reputation. But it's not exactly wrong. That's what I used to be before I starting talking to Sarah.
"And now?" I ask hopefully. "Now you're a softie that takes risks and likes to act cool and that's okay." She smiles at me. "And also really hot.." She mumble quietly. "What was that?" I ask, my face lighting up, a smirk playing at my lips. My eyebrows dance wildly. Did she just call me hot? She thinks that I'm hot?
"Shoot. Nothing." She stutters out quickly, her face turning crimson. "It's okay, babe, I know I'm hot." I tease, pulling a smolder. She stares at me and then snaps out of it, "You wish." She laughs, lightly hitting my arm.
We play a little bit longer and it comes to a time where I ask her. My cup is still halfway full while she only has one sip left in her. Well, barely a sip. If she passes, I win.
My heart races when she chooses dare. I can do it. Man up, Asher. Take a risk.
"I dare you to kiss me." I let it fall out of my mouth. She blushes wildly and pushes her hair out of her face. "Um. Maybe." She smiles awkwardly. Maybe? "Are you going to drink?" I ask her. "Maybe." She ponders. "Are you that desperate to win....?" I question. Knowing her, I didn't think she'd have to think before drinking, but I might actually get to kiss her. My face heats up and my heart pounds. "Or maybe I just want to kiss you." Sarah tells me, looking up and into my eyes. She wants to kiss me? "Maybe?" I smile lightly. "Maybe." She repeats playfully. She leans forward toward me and my breath hitches.
She wraps one arm around my neck as her other arm holds her drink. She's really close to me, almost on my lap. She looks so beautiful and perfect as she bites her lip carefully. She moves even closer to me. Our noses almost touch and she tilts her head. I tilt mine, and as I'm about to close the gap between us-
Drink.
"Whelp. Game over." She sighs, backing away. "Tease." I playful poke her. She laughs at me. "Flirt." She says back. Yep. That's me the huge flirt. I glance at the clock, and it's almost seven thirty.
Looking outside, the sun should start setting soon. "Want to go for a walk?" I ask her. She nods as I take her hand in mine.
Sarah's POV
I really almost kissed him. Then I stopped myself. I didn't want our kisses to be over dares, but it was funny when he got all pouty afterwards.
I walk down the street next to him, our hands swinging. We keep walking until we reach the beach. The beach that he took me to the first day we hung out.
   We climb the lifeguard chair and sit next to each other. I lean my head into his shoulder. "I remember how cocky you were on the first day. You're barely like that anymore." I tell him, smiling at the memory. "You were being so uptight." He laughs. I nod, "I just needed to be taught how to loosen up." He looks at me, and his eyes are full of something that I don't understand.
   He leans down, and I lean in, too. "Maybe." I whisper. "Maybe?" He asks, the familiar question ringing. "Maybe meaning yes." I smile, and then our lips meet.
   First it's gentle and subtle. Then it's crazy. They crash into each other and I hold on to his neck for support. His arms are laced around my waist as he pulls me even closer to him. They're there again. The fireworks, sparks, igniting in my lips. Then I have to pull away. Stupid human need for oxygen.
   I'm panting as I look at him nervously. "SarBear." He smiles. "Ash." I smile back. We watch as the sunset goes down. I sit on his lap, him holding me close to him.
   "Yes." I whisper. "What?" He looks at me. "I like you." I tell him, and my heart pounds as his voice doesn't fill the air. It's silent and peaceful and terrifying.
   A huge grin comes across his face as he kisses my neck. "I like you, too, Sar." My entire face lights up. He likes me! He actually likes me!