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

~Chapter thirteen~

--Asher's POV--

The crap that weirdo dude said to hot stuff was just...harsh. I mean, I admit that I do cuss, a lot and I do have my fair shares of ladies, but that doesn't mean that I don't respect them. As you all know, I'm not the relationship kind of guy. I just can't stand  all that whining and clinginess, so its better to tell them what you want.

After that shocking stunt, which was a peck on my kiss by the infamous hot stuff, we pretty much stayed outside in my backyard and talked. Usually, when I'm with a girl, I would prefer some action...if you get what I mean but with her?

With her, its like I have to take things slow. Not just so I could take her to bed, but to make progress in our friendship. I know by now most of you must be wide eyed at my confession. Big deal! Is it wrong for a guy to have a girl friend? Can't he want a girl who he doesn't hump? Please, give us guys a break will ya?

Take me for an example. I'm the guy who is your party, booze and hot chick lover. I ain't got time for loving and all that other mushy gushy stuff. I prefer to be single till I'm ready to settle down; which won't happen for maybe another thirty years!

"Well douche, I gotta go. Mom must have gotten back."

Truth to be told, I didn't want her to leave but my ego thought otherwise. I stood up and dusted my jeans. For some reason, I wanted to smoke, so I fished out a cigarette and lit it. I took a long drag and puffed out the smoke through my nose.

Hot stuff was looking at me with her mouth agape. I couldn't help the egoistical question forming in my mouth and asked. "Sexy isn't it?"

Knowing that she wasn't exactly the normal chick, she scowled at me. Expected. I ran a hand through my already messed up hair and sighed. I'm sighing a lot lately.

"Ew no! You look constipated." I choked, well on the smoke I was inhaling and gave her an incredulous look. Was this girl blind or has she never seen a hot guy smoke before?! Where the hell was she all this time? Sewing clothes?

"What? Why are you staring at me like that? I know dude, the truth is always bitter but you gotta accept it." She gave me a cheeky grin which made her look so damn adorable! Dude!!

I shut my mouth because for the first time ever, I have no comeback or any sarcastic reply whatsoever. The only thing I thought of was rolling my eyes and I did just that.

"You're mean. I always compliment you and yet you compare me with either crap or just insult me."

She scoffed and came closer to me. Now this? This definitely caught my attention. The way she moved was in a slow and somewhat kinda seductive way. She was turning me on! And she wasn't even doing anything! Talk about desperation.

"Now now, who said I was mean babe. I was being honest." If she wasn't fluttering her eyelashes like a Japanese fan, I would've said or maybe done something which I would've regretted.

"Didn't you say you had to leave? Well will you look at the time! Run along now, mommy must be getting angry." I heard her growl in annoyance and I smirked knowing I hit a nerve.

"Whatever. I was leaving anyway." With one last look, she turned around and left for her house. I stood there watching her retreating figure with hawk-like eyes. In other words, my eyes were trained on that piece of meat. Damn I have to get me some of that meat!

I squished the finished cigarette under my foot and went inside. Fred and Jenna were sitting and watching TV. Awww, isn't that cozy? I felt my blood boil when I looked at Fred's relaxed figure slumped on the couch. I marched towards him and blocked his view. Did he actually think that I would just let everything he said to Katherine? Just like that? Hell no!