The Jerk Next Door

Chapter 11: What a Week

Maksean

"I can't believe we are getting so many teasers from our boys! I mean it's just plan torture. I can't wait for the actual MV to be released." Daniela continued to ramble on about one of our groups we enjoy listening to. Even though I was interested, I couldn't fully focus on her words.

As soon as the two of us walked into the classroom, the other students started to act weirdly. Some had sympathetic looks as their gazes passed me, others like Crash and Russell snickered to each other. I was confused until I remembered what Asher told me about Friday night. I mentally curse, and rush to my seat. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter, and palms sweaty. It was almost the same as when Asher arrived. Though his friends all gave him high fives and began asking questions I couldn't nor wanted to hear. And those who gave the soft smiles turned back to me.

Now that the teacher is here, the class began to focus with only a few whispers. How Daniela didn't catch on to anything is a mystery. I began to focus in on the lesson, but was startled by a question Crash asked Asher.

"Did you fuck her hard?"

As soon as the hushed words were spoken, my mind burst. I threw my hand up in hopes to catch the teacher's attention.

"Yes, miss Swift?" She asked, drawing everyone's eyes to my spot in the back. All of them waiting for me to speak.

"May- may I g-go to the restroom?" I stuttered out earning a few chuckles from others.

She sighed before nodding. Immediately, I rush to the door grabbing the girl's hall past. On my way out my eyes meet Asher's. His bright blue eyes are full of concern.

"Maks-"

I closed the classroom door before his words could stop my actions. I quickly paced down the hall, passed the restrooms and up the stairs. In a matter of seconds I find myself in an older classroom that the new teachers call the 'old school room'. It's filled with chalkboards and old math books that are lacking half of the pages it calls for. I found this room back in my freshman year while skipping my history class on the last day. No one comes in here. Not even the custodians. I head over to the corner that has a stack of newer books. I put them in her for whenever I decide to visit. Only Daniela and I know about this room.

Picking up one of the books, I attempt to distract my mind from this morning's events. I don't get very far before I move on to this weekend. The little I remember about Friday's party, waking up in Asher's bed along with him taking care of me and filling me in on what happened, him helping me babysit my cousins. I really got to see a different side of him. I remember how much he smiled when I decided to take the kids to go to the movies. How much fun we had together. But that doesn't change anything about him or me. We are still strangers who used to be friends. He is still just a random guy I used to talk to. I'm just his neighbor. He's still the same guy who left me alone for his more popular friends.

The sound of footsteps nearing the door brought me out of my thoughts. Setting the unread book down, I scoot farther away from the door in case the feet try to come into the room. I scoot too far causing my back to collide with some poster behind me. The paper rips as soon as it lands on my head spreading dust everywhere, but the metal framing hits the floor with a loud crash. I tense up as the footsteps race to the door.

"What the-" a familiar voice says. I hear the footsteps grow closer to my spot in the corner. Just as they reach me, an arm picks the poster off of my head. I keep telling myself to not look up, to not let them see my eyes that are about to tear up. I keep telling myself to stop being so weak right now, that I'm doing just what they want.

"Maks?" The voice questioned.

I shake my head hard enough to cause my glasses to fall off. A small chuckle slips the lips of the voice. By now I know who's here. I know that voice. I have spent the entire weekend with said voice.