Boy vs. Girl ✔️

•XIX•

I reached up towards the blanket, but as I did, my shirt came up as well, so I awkwardly tugged on it with one of my clammy hands, and reached for the blanket with my other. Asher just stared at me for a long time, as I struggled to reach the gray blanket that was a good foot above me.

"Here, let me get it," he offered, his voice soft.

I turned to look at him with eyebrows raised, until I realized there was probably no way I could get the blanket without setting the school on fire, and stopped pathetically reaching for it, and succumbed to him.

"Fine."

He reached up quickly and grabbed it off of the shelf, and bent back down, with the rough cottony thing in his hands.

"Got it."

"Give it to me."

"No."

"I found it."

"But I got it."

"You have a sweatshirt on!" I whined.

"I'm cold."

"The hell you are."

"I could share..." he trailed off.

"What could you possibly want from me?" I snapped.

"A kiss? Or a confession?"

"Confession?" I asked him, with an eyebrow raised. I tried to hide the blush creeping up on my cheeks, attempting to appear nonchalant.

"That you love me," he sang, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.

"I'd rather freeze to death," I told him icily.

"I know you would."

"I hate you."

"Sure you do."

I breathed a deep breath, and bent down to where he was sitting, instead of snapping, and brought my face close to his. Just the thought of being that close to him revolted me, but I held back my puke, and let my minty breath coat his face. He seemed frozen for a second, as if surprised by my actions, but something in his eyes held anticipation. But at the last second, right when his lips were about to brush mine, I pulled away, a smirk forming on my lips.

"You really thought I would do it?"

"No."

"Wow...you're an even bigger idiot than I thought," I pretended to muse.

"Fuck off."

"Nah," I grinned.

"I mean it."

"What are you going to do? Lock me in a janitor closet?" I asked him sarcastically, raising my eyebrows.

"I can do much worse, sweetheart," he spat back bitterly.

"Are you hurt that I didn't kiss you?"

"That's it, I'm breaking through that door."

With that he got up from where he was sitting, dropping the blanket to the ground, which I gratefully swooped up, and covered my body with. My goosebumps were still there, but I felt relief course through my veins as the scratchy cotton covered my bare arms.

I watched him with amusement in my eyes, as he slammed his shoulder against the metal door. As soon as he did that, he grabbed his shoulder wincing in obvious pain, as I gave him a disdainful look.

"I forgot to tell you, the door's made of metal."

"Thanks for that important piece of information."

"You're welcome."

He finally looked at me, through the hazy light that the candle was providing for us, and noticed me, with apparently his blanket.

"You stole it."

"You stole it first."

He groaned in frustration, and sat across from me, leaning his back against the very door he had been trying to smash through.

"Why you?" he asked with utter disgust that made me grin.

"Because you know you love me."

"Ew. Never."

"I know, I know, it's hard to resist my irresistible charms."

"You're a number one asshole."

"If anything, I'm a number two. You have number one reserved."

"Oh really?"

"Yup," I grinned back, and I could see the clear hatred for on his face, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"You know... as long as we're stuck here, let's play a game."

I pursed my lips hesitantly, as I looked at his bored visage. I didn't trust Asher enough to play a game with him, but the boredom was starting to control my mind.

"What game?" I asked him.

"Truth or dare."

He flashed me his trademark smirk, as I rolled my eyes nonchalantly, secretly feeling terrified.

"What kind of dares will we able to do in this place?"

"The creative kind," he whispered, still smirking as I groaned.

"No thanks."

"Oh come on..." he begged my, with pleading eyes. 

"For gods sake, fine," I quipped back.

"Yes! Truth or dare?" he asked me excitedly.

"Wait, why do you get to go first?" I pouted.

"'Cause I thought of playing the game," he shrugged carelessly.

"Truth."

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Boy: 13          Girl: 13