Me and You

Chapter 4

Asher's P.O.V

I put my car in park soon as I pulled in my drive way and sat there for a minute. Thinking. Trying to come up with a plan to get Skye to just hear me out. If she could just let me explain properly, she'd know that I would never willingly hurt her. Hell, I fucking loved her. I still love her. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, I got out of my car and walked into the house. I'm immediately hit with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. I walked into the living room to see my mom sitting in her armchair with a lost look on her face. I walked up to her and knelt down beside her, hesitantly taking her hand in mine.

"hey mom." I spoke softly, trying to get a reaction out of her. Nothing. "I'm gonna make some dinner. You got anything in mind for me to make?" I asked. Still, nothing. I let out a frustrated sigh and tried one last time. "Come on mom, let just get you up and-" she cuts me off. "NO! Get the fuck off of me!" she screams before she slaps me across the face. I fall back in surprise. I touch my face and look up at my mom. She looks back down at me with a look of disgust written across her face and trudges up to her room. 

"Fuck." I breathe. I can't say that I didn't expect her to be like this. Some days, I hope that when I came home from school, she'd be sitting on the couch. Watching our favorite show and asking me how my day was. Then we'dd make dinner together and she'd always tell me those really corny jokes. We'd be close again.

After my dad left us, she became really depressed. She stopped coming out of her room and I'd always hear her crying. I stepped up then, giving myself responsibilities. I got a job, paid bills; bought groceries; cleaned and cooked dinner every night. Apparently that wasn't enough for my mom. When the crying and the isolation didn't work, she resorted to drinking and taking her frustrations out on me. I never did anything right in her eyes. She told me I was worthless and useless and every other worse thing you could possibly think of. Slowly I started believing her words myself. 

 sighing heavily to myself, I get up off the floor and make my way to the basement. My room used to be upstairs beside my moms but her constant crying all night kept me up and I couldn't bear to hear her so heartbroken so I moved downstairs. 

Setting my bag and jacket on the floor beside my desk, I sat on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands. I closed my eyes and just like before, the first thing I thought of was Skye. 

Every fucking time.

I still remember our first conversation we had. It made me realize why I wanted to protect her so much. 

I saw her from across the hall. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her hair was up in a messy bun with her thick, black rimed glasses. She was wearing her over-sized sweater as she did everyday. Despite that, she looked beautiful, yet... broken?  I decided today, I was going to talk to her. 

I noticed her struggling with her books  then out of nowhere, a couple of jocks walked up to her and knocked all her books and notes out of her arms. They laughed at her and shoved her into the lockers then just, walked away. I saw her slide down to the floor and just stared into space. I took this as my chance to walk over to her and help her.

When I got there, I noticed there were tears streaming down her face. It hurt me to see her so broken. I think she knew someone was walking toward her because she hastily wiped at her eyes and got up from where she was sitting.

"Hey. Do you need some help." I asked. She shakes her head and in a quiet voice, she says "n-no. I-I'm o-okay." She quickly bends down to pick up all her scattered loose papers and books. When I bend to help her, she flinches back which catches me by surprise.

"Whats wrong?" I asked. Her eyes go wide when she realized what she did. "Oh s-sorry. Th-that was n-nothing." She said with a nervous laugh and looks back down to pick up the last of her papers. I stare at her for a moment just admiring her. The way she keeps pushing up her glasses every few seconds and  the way she kept brushing her hair behind her ears but just wont stay in place. I dont know why but I'm tempted to do it for her.

I know she felt me staring at her because she looked up and met my gaze. When I  handed her the last of her paper, our hands brushed by accident. I noticed her body visibly tense at the action and she breaks eye contact. She gets up quickly and puts the papers and books in her locker. When I stand, she flinches at my movement. Again. Why?

"So um, why haven't I seen you around before? Are you new or something?" I asked. I see her shake her head no as a reply and avoids my stare.

"You can talk you know. I won't bite." I stated which brought her attention to my face. She studied my face quizzically for a moment before saying "Sorry. Um, no I'm not new. I-I'm just quiet. I like t-to keep to myself." I nod, understanding why.

"So do you want to hang out with me sometimes?" I bluntly asked. That question seemed to catch her off guard because her eyes went wide. "Uh, I-I'm sorry. I gotta go." She said and slams her locker, quickly walking past me. Did I say something?

I dont know what I did to scare her like that but all I know is I'm suddenly interested in getting to know her.

I smiled, remembering that moment. Thats how we began. After that day, I couldnt stop thinking about her. She was on my mind 24/7 and I felt constant need to protect her. No, no I wanted to protect her. I had to.

She became my best friend in a matter of days. I fell for her in a matter of weeks and just like that. I broke her heart in a matter of seconds.

Im going to fix it though. I swear.

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Wow. This was a really long chapter. Honestly I'm proud of myself I was able to actually write this much but I know its probably complete crap tho. Lol.

Anyways. I dont even know what to say tbh.

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