On Her Way

Chapter Five -

Mailyn Rae. 

Asher Thomas.

Best friends. 

Voted cutest couple in there sophomore year. 

And there junior year.

They've known each other since kindergarten, when Asher stole Mailyns Popsicle.

 Now, they are the notoriously famous non-couple in high school. Everybody knows that they belong together, and so do they. 

They just refused to believe it. 

"Asher!" I yelled, slamming the front door of his house. "Asher, you jerk!" 

He waltzed down the stairs innocently, his hair disheveled and perfect as always. 

"What?" 

"Don't you 'what' me!" I said, storming up to him. "You ruined my date," I seethed, "Again." 

He shrugged. "He wasn't right for you."

I laughed humorlessly and poked his chest. "You do this every time! Just man up and ask me out!"

"I'm just looking out for you, Mailyn. Stop being so ungrateful!" He shouted back. My eyes widened. 

"Me? Ungrateful? Oh this must be a joke!" I said sarcastically. "Every time I go on a date with someone who genuinely likes me, you mess it up! At least I keep everything to myself when you ask a girl out!" 

"That's your problem! You're always so jealous!" He yelled back. 

"Jealous? Ha! Of what? Being with you? I'm with you all the time! Kissing you? Not likely!" 

"Prove it!" He provoked. I grabbed the back of his neck and slammed my lips to his. 

His hands were everywhere in my hair and we both savored the moment, although no one would admit it. 

I broke away from him and stormed out of the house. 

I opened my car door but was slammed against the car.

"You can't just leave now." He breathed. I pushed him away. 

Honestly? I loved kissing him. Hell, he loved kissing me.

But this was the same routine. He ruined a date, we argued and then kissed. The next day, everything was a little shaky, but by the end of the week it was back to normal. 

He came back and pressed me against the car.

 "Mailyn." 

And then we were kissing all over again. That was how our relationship- I mean friendship, worked. 

 The next morning, I woke up with a tiny smile. Maybe today would be alright. 

I always had these aftermath days where nothing could get me to stop smiling. These were the days that I had that tiny piece of hope that Asher would make 'us' a thing. 

Today was no different. I showered quickly and dressed in a black high-rise skirt and a tucked in white shirt. I slipped on my boots and grabbed my bag. 

Throwing it over my shoulder, I heard my front door open. 

"Asher's here!" Mom called. I looked in the mirror one last time, ruffling my long brown hair. 

"Ready!" I shouted back, darting down the stairs. 

"Have a good day." Mom said, kissing me on my cheek. "Bye Asher!" 

He shrugged his arm over me as we walked to his car. When he was sure that no one was looking, he lightly pushed me against the car. 

"My mom could be watching." I said quietly, but with a small smirk. He chuckled.