Perspective

2- Touch me and I'll Kill You

"Chase."

Poke.

"Chase."

Poke. Poke.

"Chaseeeee."

Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Chas—"

I turn and grab his hand so he'll stop poking me. "What the fuck do you want?"

"If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just asked," Asher says with a smirk.

I look down and yank my hand away which makes him laugh. I feel another jab at my forearm. Irritated, I snatch his pencil and snap it into two.

I drop the two pieces on his paper and get back to answering the questions from the textbook.

"Hey, Chase," Asher says, "Do you have a pencil I can borrow?"

"No."

"Yeah you do!" Asher insists, gesturing to my pencil bag that is overflowing with pencils, pens, and other random shit.

"Not for you to borrow," I shoot back.

"Fine!" Asher turns around and asks some other girl for a pencil.

This is day two of having him as a seat partner and I'm about to stab myself with my pencil.

The bell rings and I sigh when I remember that I have one more class. At least it's not with Asher. that means I have one hour before I have to deal with him again.

"Hey, Asher, do you still have chlamydia?" I hear someone ask him.

"He does!" I call back, turning slightly to see Asher's death glare.

He says something, but I'm already walking to my next class.

About an hour and a half later, I'm finally at home.

"Ma, I'm home!" I call into the house.

"She's not home yet," My younger brother, Chandler says. "Don't you have to go to your friend's house tonight?"

Shit. I forgot. I was looking forward to to a nice relaxing Friday night, but it's not nice to cancel this late.

"Yeah," I tell Chandler.

Chandler is 15 years old, we're 2 years apart. My mom got pregnant by a sperm donor for me. A year and half later, she met Daniel. Daniel's Chandler's biological dad and my stepdad. I treat him like my own dad since I don't know where my own biological one is.

I go upstairs and lock myself in my room. I have an attached bathroom which is kinda awesome.

I strip off my clothes and hop into the shower letting the hot water run over me. Once I'm done, I dry myself off and wrap the towel around my body. I go to my closet and search for something to wear.

I settle with blue skinny jeans and a maroon sweater. It's warm and simple. I let my hair out of its bun and frown when I realize that some of the curls are smushed.

I try to fix them but end up making it look worse.

Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!

As I'm freaking out over my hair, my phone rings.

Aspen.

"Chase, you need to do us a favor," She says as soon as I answer.

I slid a bobby pin into my hair. "Yeah, sure. What?"

"Can you pick up Asher? His car broke down."

"No."

"Please? I'll get you some wings if you do," Aspen bribes me.