Bad Boys Can't Love

Fists & Feathers

Part 18: Fists & Feathers

   Asher's POV
   I obviously catch the fist the second I notice it. I calmly trace my eyes upwards, to see who the fist could possibly belong to.
   Adam. That pretty boy preppy, good, safe kid. Normally those would all be compliments coming from someone else, but not in my mind. I gulp.
  For once, I'm not angry. I know I have her so there's nothing to be angry about. All fighting him will do is get my SarBear upset, which is the opposite of what I would ever want.
   "Adam!" She gasps. He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. I still hold his fist until he tugs it away gently. All eyes are on us.
   "I don't know what I'm doing- I don't know why I did that..." Adam trails off, looking terrifies as hell. I act tough, I don't need him bothering us. "Well, figure it out because I'm about five seconds from beating the crap out of you." I lie, concealing it with fake rage. He nods, "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, I want thinking." He stutters. "Better not." I say, this time protectively as I sling an arm around Sarah.
   She looks concerned and confused. I glance at her again, until I peck her on the cheek. She looks at me. "Sorry." She says timidly, thinking I'm angry. I wink at her, and her nervousness drops. She's figured it out, she's a smart girl.
"Catch up with you later, Sar. We need to talk at lunch." Adam tells her before shuffling away miserably.
I almost pity the kid.
Key word is 'almost.'
I leave to class with Sar and forget about any troubles at all.
Today will be a good day.
***

Sarah's POV
Lunch has rolled around and I'm a bit anxious to speak to Adam. What will he say? Why did he almost punch Asher this morning?
Walking into the cafeteria, I take my place at my normal table. Kayla sits to my left, and Asher sits to my right.
Before I can even take out my lunch money to go to the vending machine, Adam pulls my arm from behind me.
I get up and follow Adam. I can feel Asher's eyes burn into my back as he studies is curiously. Once we turn the corner into the hall, I stop him.
"Are you two together?" He asks. "No but we like each other." I tell him. "Sar- Give me another chance! Please- we had so much!" He pleads desperately. I shake my head no. "I told you, and I'm sorry. I really like Asher. We didn't have as much as you think." I sigh. "That's a lie. I remember your smiles and giggles when I did this." Adam protests before he does what he referred to as 'this.'
He picks me up, twirls me around and places a passionate kiss on my lips. I kiss him back for a mere second before pulling away. "No. You're like a brother to me, and I love you Adam but not like how you want me to." I tell him. I wish that I liked him so that I didn't have to feel this bad. He sighs and looks at the floor.
I turn around and walk back into the cafeteria slowly.
Poor guy.
   When I sit back down next to Asher, I answer him before he has the chance to open his mouth. "Nothing to worry about." I tell him, running my fingers through my hair. He looks suspicious, but I'm not going to tell him. He'll get angry or upset if I do.
   "Fine." He sighs, pushing good around on his plate. I kiss him on the cheek, and I think that it cheers him up a bit.
  "You guys are so cute." Kayla smiles. "Oh shut up." I laugh at her. "Asher and Sarah sitting in a tree!" Kayla chants childishly. I roll my eyes at her as he slings an arm around my waist.
   We sit there laughing and smiling, as I try to block out the fact that Adam's staring at us from the cafeteria entrance.
***
  Asher throws a smartie into my mouth as we watch 'Pretty Little Liars.' It was his suggestion, which kind of made me laugh.
A scaryish scene comes up. I'm not scared, but surprisingly, I find Asher has a death grip on my arm. It's kind of cute that the tough bad boy gets frightened while watching Pretty Little Liars. "Wimp." I tease. He takes the pillow and lightly hits me with it.
  A pillow fight? Oh it's on.
  I grab the other pillow. Jumping up, I smash it over him. He gets up and runs after me as I swiftly move out of my room, pillow in hand.
  My mom's working late.
  We run across the entire house, sneak attacks behind every corner.
  As we make our way back into my room, I hit him with the pillow as hard as I can. This results in feathers spilling out of its ripped side. We laugh as small feather drift down from the air.
  He picks a feather out of hair and kisses me. I take this opportunity to grab his pillow out of his hand and hit him. "No fair." He pouts. We flop back onto my bed in continuous giggles.
Everything is finally perfect just the way it is.
We lay with our hands intertwined in the absolute perfection that fills that room and let's us breath.
We lay both knowing that for the first time in years, everything is fine. Everything is good. Everything is great.
Everything is amazing.
***
   We end up in 7-11 to get candy, chips and Slurpeez. I am such a pig, but that's okay. Food is amazing.
  I stroll the aisles, picking up anything that interests me as I walk. Asher walks beside me, and wrinkles his nose in disgust when I choose ketchup flavored chips. "Come on, give it a shot." I tease. He shakes his head no, and I sigh before putting it back.
   "Twizzlers!" He exclaims as he grabs a pack. "Chocolate." I smile as I pick up a king sized Hershey's. "Don't leave out Skittles." He smirks happily. "You mean M & Ms." I glare. Skittles V M&Ms is the ultimate battle.
  "So you're a chocolate girl, huh? Well I'm a fruity boy." He laughs. I peck him on the cheek before picking up both.
   We head to the Slurpee machines. I get a simple small Coke Slurpee. He mixes all of the fruit flavored into one large Slurpee. "You mix flavors?" I gasp in disgust. He gestures for me to try it, and I do.
   Wow. That's amazing.
   I nod and he smirks in victory. "I told you." He says. I roll my eyes at his childishness.
   Before going to the counter, we browse some more. A guy walking passes by us, and then does a double take.
  He seems to be in his early thirties. He stares at us, but I don't look at him or his face. I don't care, quite frankly.
  We turn into the aisle where the guy now is to look for donuts, when his fist collides with Asher's face.
  He just hit Asher.
   My face fills with recognition and realization.
   "Dad?"