Facing Death (FINISHED)

Chapter-3

Recap-

"She blew you off man, don't take it out on me," Asher says.

"Then at least tell me the real reason you don't wanna hang out."

"I-I'm doing something, I told you," I say.

"You can tell him," Asher says, wrapping his arms around my waist, making me freeze.

"Tell him what exactly?"

"That you blew him off because your with someone."

"Who?" Stalker Dude asks. 'I'd like to know too', I thought.

"Michael," he says slowly. "Meet my girlfriend, Anne."

Well shit.

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The look on Stalk-I mean Michael's face was priceless. I would have probably had the same expression and pushed Asher away, but I couldn't move, couldn't think. It felt nice to be in someone's arms, but it also felt...familiar.

"You mean, your with her? She's with you?" Michael asks, disbelief written all over his face.

"Yup," Asher says, popping the 'p'. His hands tighten around me, a small, unnoticeable squeal escaping my lips. My back was flush against his chest, his chin resting on the top of my head.

"She just moved here!" Michael exclaimed.

"Long distance relationship. I moved down here to surprise him." I say, playing along. "But if you tell anyone, we'll deny it."

"And why would you do that?"

"Because, he wants to keep me away from all the drama."

"What drama? He's a loner, has no friends, and could care less about anyone."

"But she's not." Asher pipes in-again tightening his arms. A warm feeling was spreading all over my chest, making a small smile form on my face. "She's the new girl, and everyone wants to know about her, to know what's up, and then throw her away like the rest. If she gets to be somewhere, gets to be someone than her dating me would be...social suicide, as most say."

"We're just going to be hanging out, and it'll probably be more of a cover, right?" He asks, a smirk forming at his lips. "The new girl, hanging around other guys, and not just you. Make it seem like she's single."

"Fine," I say, cutting off what Asher was about to say. His hands clenched into fists, him pulling me closer to his chest if possible. "But if you make any passes at me, I swear to god, the only thing u touch will be the inside of a body bag."

"O-Okay." He stutters. "W-When you wanna meet up?"

"Tomorrow. Today I want with Ash."

"Okay. See ya then."

With that, he walks away. About three minutes has past, no one around, and Asher hadn't let me go. I don't think he noticed, but I certainly had. His arms were covered by a hoody, but as his hands unclenched, a saw the tiniest bit of a tattoo peeking out from the sleeve. He hadn't let me go yet, and I was starting to get nervous, being this close to someone, even if it did feel nice.

"You can let me go now," I whisper. I didn't know why I was whispering, I just knew I couldn't speak any louder.

"Shit, sorry." He said, backing up and giving me room to turn around and face him. He looked away, his hair falling in his eyes, but I saw them flicker to where I stood-now only a few feet away.