Triplets (j.s.)

Chapter 9

Adeline POV

"Asher?"

"Adeline"

"what the hell do you want?" I ask. he can't just show up to my house and expect it to be okay. hell, I could have been peeing for all I know.

"are you okay?" he asks inviting himself in and placing his hand on my arm.

"yes im okay, what did you think happened?"

"i don't know, I just got worried." that brought a blush up to my cheeks and a amazing feeling in my heart. but why did he want to know? he used to hate me!

"well, i'm fine. no need to worry asher." he nods and looks at me straight in the eyes. he slowly comes closer and my heart beats faster. what is he doing to me? He inches closer until there is hardly any space between us. He cups my face ever so lightly with his right hand, slowly caressing it with his thumb.

"i know my brother is a douche, but Im not. I want you to know you're beautiful," he whispers as minty breath is aired onto my face. He lightly presses his lips up against my forehead, staying like that for about ten seconds and then pulling away. He turns around and walks out of the door, shutting it behind him.

I stand there, trying to process everything that happened.

***

"You sure this will help you?" Jacob asks.

"nope, but it's worth a shot." Jacob sighs as we park next to a house that had a party going on in it.

"but isn't a party where shit went down last time?" Jacob asks, getting out of the car and me doing the same.

"yep," I respond. I set out of the car and look down at my outfit. light gray long sleeved cropped sweater, black high-waisted shorts, and black heeled ankle boots. We walk side by side into the party, stepping inside and gazing around.

"geez, I haven't been to a party in forever," Jacob tells me, just loud enough so only I can hear. I giggle and grab his arm, leading him to the kitchen to find the drinks.

"I wanna get drunk."

I grab different alcohols and start to mix them together in a red solo cup, swooshing them around in the cup. I take a big gulp and squint my face.

"and lets not," I hear as a hand takes me drink and pours it down the drain. I look up at the person who did that and saw it was Jacob.

"Jacob! you just wasted perfectly good alcohol!" I yell. He rolls his eyes and giggles, muttering something under his breath. sadly, I could not make out what he said.

"can I have a hug," I blurt out, blood rushing to my cheeks afterwords. Jacob smiles and gives me a hug, holding me in his arms. I then pinch his sides, making him pull away in pain and grab a bottle of alcohol, chugging as much down as possible.