Perspective

13-It's not my fault

"I'm not weak," I say before retching into the toilet again.

"Yeah, I can tell," Asher says, pulling my hair back from my face and cupping his hands over my ears.

"Let go of me, asshole," I try to sound threatening but it doesn't last long before I'm puking again. "This is all your fault."

"Karma is a thing, Chase. It's wonderful."

"I'm just puking up water at this point," I moan, miserably before heaving again.

"Let me know when you're done," Asher says.

I end up puking a few more times before collapsing back into Asher's arms.

I'm panting and clutching my stomach.

"Lets get you cleaned up," Asher suggests, helping me stand up.

I feel so light headed and my stomach hurts really bad. That's not normal.

"Chase? You okay?" I hear Asher faintly ask.

"I'm great," I assure him, struggling to keep my eyes open. "I'm a strong ass bitch."

And everything is black.

:::

I slowly open my eyes and look around the room.

Where am I?

"Chase?" Asher asks, rushing over to my side.

"Get away from me," I say, shoving him away.

There's a tube connected to my arm that prevents me from doing so.

"Turns out you have a stomach flu and that it wasn't my fault," Asher tells me with a grin. "You should actually be thanking me for giving you the coffee and taking you to the fair."

I flip him off. "I hate you."

"You love me," He says poking my cheek.

I grab his hand and bend his finger. "Touch me again and I'll break your hands."

"What it is with you and not being touched?" He asks, pulling his hand back.

Wow, didn't realize that I had to have a reason for wanting some personal space.

I roll my eyes and lay back down on the bed.

"I feel like shit," I announce. "Thanks, Asher."

"Anytime, babe."

I glare at him. "Fuck off. Seriously, get out. I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now."

Something shifts in his expression. He sits on the chair that is beside my bed.

"What are you doing?" I ask. "I asked you to leave."

"I know."

"So you're not going to leave?"

"Nope."

He's so annoying. All I want is some goddamn personal space!

"Can you leave?" I ask again. "I'm really tired and I don't want you to watch me sleep."

"Why not?" Asher asks, raising an eyebrow.

For obvious reasons. Dumbass.

"Because it's creepy," I tell him.

He doesn't budge.

"You know what, fine. Be that way," I snap. "But just so you know I'm a messy sleeper. I talk in my sleep, I snore, I drool, and I might even vomit."

"You don't do any of that."

"How would you know?"

"Because you fell asleep on Friday night."

"And you watched me?! You're so creepy!"

"No, I—" Asher tries to defend himself, but I keep interrupting.

"Edward Cullen move over, Asher Bradley's coming."

"Chase, no—"

"Isn't that stalking? Watching a girl sleep?"

"I wasn't st—"

"You could probably go to jail for that."

Asher's hand clamps over my mouth. "You're so annoying, Ryder," He tells me, his lips curved upwards and his eyes twinkling. "You don't talk when I want you to, but you don't shut up when I need you to."

I stay silent. After a few moments, I speak up, "Can you leave now?"

Asher starts laughing. He sobers up and shakes his head. "I'm not leaving."

"Fine, but I warned you."

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~M❤️