Addicting

Triggered

Asher's note: I love you Maya
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Asher's POV

"Can you shut the fuck up?"

There's a project due in a week, and I can honestly say that I'm triggered. My mouth is pulled back into a thin line and I glare at the petite girl who nervously stands in front of me.

She's cute. Sort of. But that's not the point. I've known her for a total of seven seconds and she's being annoying as fuck. I'm not in the mood for that kind of bullshit.

"I—" she opens her mouth and lets out a tiny squeak, a blush becoming visible over her slightly dark skin.

I roll my eyes for probably the fifth time. Could this day get any worse. It's 2:25 pm  and I'm just about ready for this awful day to end.

In the beginning of the school year, you can say I was that typical Asian who was pretty nice and considerate. Someone you could depend on. Group projects were fucking perfect if you had me as a partner. But now it's a love hate relationship. I can't help being a perfectionist.

I mean, I'm pretty fine with any type of partner. Even if I have to do all the work.

As long as I'm boss.

As long as everyone knows their place.

As long as everyone does their DAMN part.

So when this idiotic new girl waltzed into class and became my partner, I lost all my fucking patience.

Maya's POV

"Hi! So I guess I'm your frie—-I mean partner! For now...for the project I mean...I guess maybe in the future we can be partners AGAIN but that's like obviously in the future I mean we should just like focus on the present right?? I'm Maya and you're name's Asher?? I heard the teacher say it before. I think I might have an idea for the project but I'm not so sure maybe you ca—-"

"Can you shut the fuck up?"

My mouth snaps shut and I immediately look at my shoes. My face burns. Sometimes I really don't know when to shut my mouth. Okay scratch that. I never know when to shut my mouth. I glance up quickly and she's rolling her eyes.

Okay Maya, just breathe.

Can this situation get any more awkward? I'm standing here in front of the hottest chick I've ever seen and I'm babbling like my mouth isn't connected to my brain. Asher's gorgeous deep brown eyes bore into me as she purses her lips and looks me up and down.

My cheeks heat up even more as her eyes rake my body. They stop for half a second at my breasts and then move back up to my eyes. Why do I suddenly feel so vulnerable? I feel the urge to cross my arms over my chest.

Asher's scowling at me now. She twirls a lock of curly black hair and rolls her eyes again.

"Once you've met with your partners, please return to your seats!" Mrs. Denis, a tiny middle aged woman attempts to get our attention. I feel bad for her sometimes. It can be hard to get 25 high school children to shut up and listen for more than a minute.

Asher whirls around and returns to her desk. I force my legs to move and take my seat directly behind her. My eyes wander to the clock. Only about a minute left, thank goodness.

"Can you stop breathing down my neck?!"

My eyes snap back to Asher and she's staring directly at me, eyebrows narrowed.

"S..sorry," I mumble, the words barely leaving my lips.

The bell rings thankfully ending another potentially awkward moment.