The Guy Who Called Me An A-class Bitch

Chapter 34 - What Do Boys Even Want For A Birthday Gift?

I'll never get bored with that song. It's just so motivating.

Not a fan of Chinese food, but damn, those noodles sure know how to look gorgeous.

Asher would look good in a suit. Actually, he'd look better in some beach shorts.

Or maybe a leather jacket.

Woah, that'd look cool. And hot. And attractive.

He'd look good with me too, I guess. Yes, me standing beside him as his girl would be a dream coming true.

Oh wait, maybe standing beside him as his wife would be even better. I can totally imagine our small little kid, standing between us, with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes.

Aww, he'd be so adorable.

I'm going paranoid over Asher, aren't I?

Ever since Hana suggested the idea of me liking him, I can't stop thinking about him. He's on my mind every second, everyday and even every daydream.

I'm not very sure about my night dreams, I forget them too fast.

I'm literally going crazy. I need to do something about it. Something which'd help me get him off my mind.

I need to confess it to him.

Yes, I myself can't believe I'm saying that. But I've seen this in movies and books, that if the girl does not confess, everything goes from bad to super bad.

I'll not be one of those girls. I'll act smartly and make all my decisions carefully, thinking about it thoroughly before taking a step further.

And I've made one major decision : To confess my newfound fondness for Asher.

And even if I actually don't like him that way, and this is all in my mind because of Hana, anyways I'm not feeling that spark with Elliot anymore. He doesn't seem that perfect to me now, as he did in eighth.

Maybe it were the hormones that time.

Anyhow, I'm gonna finish it with Elliot once and for all.

And I'm sure about it.

After a series of deep breaths, I picked up the phone, and unlocked it as slowly as possible, rethinking about my decision. Looking for the name 'Oreo' in my contact list, as that is what I had named him as 'cause he is sweet and perfect.

Well, was sweet and perfect, until he broke my nose, which is not a very sweet and perfect thing to do.

His phone begins ringing. I close my eyes and try convincing myself that this is for the best, although I'm not sure if it is.

"Jess? Is that you?" I hear Elliot ask on the other end, the surprise clear in his voice.

Somehow, his voice didn't seem as charming as before. Weird.

"Uh, hey Elliot. So, how've you been?"

I decided to have a casual talk with him before dropping the big bomb on his face.

"Been good. I'm perfect now that you called me." He answered.

"Always cheesy."