Will I Ever Get My Happy Ending?{On Hold}

~Chapter six~

--Katherine's POV-- 

I stared at his back till it disappeared. Did douche the third aka Asher Collins kiss my cheek and gave me a genuine smile? Somebody pinch me! And no, I'm not saying this beacause I'm fangirling or something. I'm saying this because I can't believe it! How can I possibly feel something towards that, that hypocrite?

This is Asher douche the third Collins we are talking about! The boy who is rude, obnoxious and all the bad words in the dictionary! He's not trust worthy! How can I believe whatever he's feeding me! Maybe he's here to spend some time alone or something.

"Kathy? Whatcha doing 'ere all by yourself, staring into space?" I turned around and saw Big Pete standing there with a bid oil stain on his apron.

Big Pete was an African-American with milk chocolate complexion, with charcoal coloured eyes and salt and pepper hair. His real name is Peter but we all call him Big Pete 'cause he has the height of a giant!

"Nothing Big P." I said while shaking my head slightly.

"Well I just wanted to let you know that your time is over. Go home and rest kid." He gave me a pat on the back and left. Peter was the closest thing I had to a father. He was there for me almost all my life. He helped my mom during her tough times and treated me like I was his own daughter.

Going back to the kitchen, I helped the other members to clean up and changed back to my normal clothes and headed out the diner. The streets were empty with crickets cricketing in the background. I had a feeling that someone was watching me so I turned around and saw nothing.

Me and my imagination! I kept on walking, unfortunately my ipod had died, so listening to songs was out of question. I heard footsteps behind me so I sped up my pace.

The faster my pace got, the louder the footsteps could be heard behind me. No matter how much attitude I show in front of people, I'm a weakling at heart. 

"Hey wait!"

Did that oompa loompa actually think I would stop just 'cause he said so? Retard! I was literally running and that freak was still chasing after me! What does he want from me? Money? Psh! When we have banks worldwide then why rob poor womens' purses?!

"Hot stuff! I said wait!"

Wait a fishing minute! That voice belongs only to one homo sapien and that is Douche the third! I swear if this was his sick plan to scare me then god help me!

I turned around and sure enough it was Asher, jogging to me, panting hard. I placed my hands on my hips and narrowed my gaze at him. I'm so going to bust his devil maker when I get my paws in him!

"What is wrong with you?! Were you trying to give me a fishing heart attack?!" Tears were spilling down my cheeks and I don't know why! I never showed my weak side to anyone, not even my own mother for crying out loud!

Without any warning I stared to slap his chest, anywhere where my hand could reach. Asher was trying to pry my arms off his chest but I was blind with fear. He snuck up on me which gave me a cardiac arrest!

"Hey, stop hitting will you?" As if that's going to stop me! 

"Shut up you oaf!"

I kept on hitting him and he took it all without stopping me. When I was finally calmed down, he took hold of my hands and made me look up at his gorgeous face. Oh god! He's anything but gorgeous or hot or sexy or...ugh!

"You done?" I simply blinked at him and then realization dawned on me. Our faces were just inches apart, our breaths mingling with each other. I stared in those deep, hypnotizing eyes and let myself drown in them. Don't worry, I may be high or on crack, that's why I'm saying all this crap! That rhymed!