Into You - BEING RE-WRITTEN

Eighteen: Hurricane

I really hope I heard Asher wrong. I looked at him like a deer in the headlights. I was frozen and I had no idea how to react to him.

"Should I have not said that?" Asher asked, looking straight up at the sky full of glimmering stars.

"You really shouldn't have," I said, getting up, ready to climb back inside.

"Naomi, wait," he called for me. "Can we just rewind?"

"Asher, what do you want from me?" I almost whispered, not looking back at him.

"I want you back," he said, grabbing my arm and turning me towards him. He towered over me and this feeling of nostalgia came over me. It was a feeling I know I shouldn't have been having. It raced down my spine and had me in chills.

I forced myself to step back and think realistically. I had Wesley and I was safe with him. He didn't have to go back to college in a week and leave me here alone. I had him here for me and I was not willing to give that up.

"I have Wesley, Asher." I said sternly. "I don't want to ruin something that good."

"It's too good, Naomi. Face it, you don't do easy."

"Maybe that's why I kept getting hurt. Wesley and I just flow together. We don't fight and he really cares about me."

"You think I stopped?"

"Well, I don't know, Ash. Who hasn't talked to me in months?" I protested, trying not to raise my volume.

"You told me it would hurt to stay in touch without being together so I respected your decision. What else was I supposed to do?"

"If you really did still love me, you wouldn't have been able to help yourself," I was fuming at this point and the more upset I got, the less he towered over me. He was becoming smaller.

"There's a lot of things I can't help yet I still have to stop myself," he claimed, not ever losing eye contact.

"Yeah? Like what? Hooking up with a bunch of random-" I was cut off in the most predictable Asher way.

He crashed his lips onto mine and his hands pulled me in closer to him by my hips. I tried to pull away, but Asher just increased his force by the tiniest bit preventing me from leaving. I took my hands and pushed myself away from him as far as I could. I felt absolutely a whirl of emotions because of him and I was not ready to process everything he just brought up with that godforsaken kiss.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I crawled back inside as quickly as I could without tripping. My vision was getting foggy with tears I was holding back. I went straight to mytwo room and locked the door. The door knob jiggled and I heard him mutter quietly on the other side of the door. 

I pressed my forehead against the door and let out the tears that were dying to get out. At that exact moment, I wished there was a way to get rid of feelings. That would have made my life much easier. I hated being torn between two people when the choice was supposed to be as clear as day. 

I heard Asher ask me to open the door; asking turned into begging. "Not now," I replied. I kept listening until it was silent. I got into bed and tried to go to sleep. I was tossing and turning, but no position ever felt comfortable. Unlike other nights, I didn't have the availability to call Wesley. One, he was probably asleep. Two, there was no way in hell I was telling him what had happened. 

Eventually, my eyes got tired and gave into sleep. I woke up the next morning at noon to the smell of barbecue. I tried to stay in bed as long as I could before my stomach started to rumble. I finally got up and took a quick, cold shower to wake myself up.