To Give In

Chapter 4

After so long being MIA I owe y'all this, chapters back-to-back. You're welcome :) so here you are guys enjoy, please read, vote, and if you like it tell your friends, I'd love to here what y'all have to say do you love it do you hate it should I just never try to write another sentence entirely. Let me know.

Kisses :)

The song mentioned is Between the Bars, by Elliott Smith, (Asher's POV song) its like one of my favorite songs of all time so i had to give it a shoutout, (and i would hope y'all have already heard heart shaped box by Nirvana) thats the video and the pic is a picture of Reina's birdcage tattoo. (Disregard the birds and imagine it on her left shoulder blade)

Chapter 4

Asher

God, what luck and to think I was going to go get pizza with Beck and Salem after school instead of going straight home. I started the engine and turned on the radio while I waited for the truck to warm-up. Some station was playing Nirvana, heart shaped box, perfect! Reina looked up from whatever she was working on and looked at me.

“You like Nirvana?” she asked.

“If you tell me you don’t I’m kicking you out of the car right now.” I said with a smile. She looked conflicted on how to answer she eventually just dropped her head and picked up whatever it was she was working on before saying softly.

“Yeah, they’re okay.” I nodded than peered over as she continued working, she was sketching something,

“What you working on there?” I asked.

“Nothing, just sketching for pleasure,” she sighed.

“You any good?”

“Not really,” she said.

“Well…Uhm, okay then.”

God this was awkward, she shoots me down right after every question.

“Why do you shut me out?” I ask.

“I’m trying to prevent something awful.”

“Oh yeah, and what is that?”

“You getting to know me.”

“And why would that be so awful?” I queried, genuinely confused.

“Because, then you might like me, you might want to be my friend, you might god forbid develop feelings for me.”

“I still don’t see the horror, why would you want to stop that?”

“Because that which can be destroyed by the truth should be.”

“That’s deep…and morbid, who said that?”

“P.C. Hodgell, she is a fantasy, and sci-fi writer.”

“Is that what you like to read, fantasy?”

“I just like to read, period.”

We drove along in silence up a turn and I caught a glimpse of the beautiful California skyline.

“What truth are you referring to?”

“The truth about the real me, you would run for the hills.” She spoke to me but all her attention was drawn to the window as she too looked out towards San Francisco.

“And you are so sure?”

“Yes, you barely know anything about me.”

“I know your parents are died.” I countered. Her head snapped towards me, her lips parted as she stared at me dumbfounded, shocked, and a little insulted.