Stood Speechless

chapter seven

chapter seven - asher's pov

       I enter through the door, a silent Ezra staring into the depths of my soul as I do. I nonchalantly take a seat on one of the island stools, receiving an even worse look from the lad. Unphased, I sit back, leaning against the quartz countertop, taking in the somewhat-messy state of the home. Ezra's flat is normally a little cluttered, books scattered about the tables while miscellaneous blankets and articles of his clothing sometimes litter the tan carpet. Today is no exception to such appearance. After a few moments of everlasting quiet, I finally decide to speak up.

        "Why are you looking at me like that?" I say, watching as the anger in his eyes grows more. I knew he used to have a thing for the girl, but I never figured his feelings for Skylar were so deep to where his eyes look at me as if he were about to condemn me to hell.

        "You know damn well why." He retaliates, his voice low, laced with distaste and his stance firm. His seriousness mixed with the stupidity of the situation is quite humorous, and I can't help but laugh.

         "She told you, didn't she?" I say smugly, seeing the fiery aura that surrounds him amplify with my every word. It's like a ring of fire, only the inside is ice cold.

        "Yeah, she did. What on Earth were you thinking?" He says, calming down only the slightest bit.

        "Well I wasn't thinking, it just happened." With the small statement, his anger returns. He's too easy to have such fun with.

         He takes a step closer, his shoulders broadening and his face becoming more solidified. Less and less of his blue irises are shown as his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches,  resembling one of those chiseled statues one would see in Italy. His movements intend to intimidate, yet I remain unaffected by his sudden hostility, actually taking a liking to this side of my newest mate, if he even is that.

         Now closer to my face, he speaks again, "Well maybe you should start using your fucking brain," I raise an eyebrow to him, rather surprised by Ezra's angry side. Normally, Ezra's very reserved, barely talkative even. This side of him is extremely different, yet intriguing. His voice grows deeper, "you aren't supposed to kiss her."

         "You asked me to get her away from Dylan, so I obliged." I challenge, still keeping cool in contrast with the fuming specimen in front of me.

         "That doesn't mean to make her fall in love with you in the process." He states, his tone cooling as he realizes the absurdity of the argument.

         I rise from the stool, nudging him with my elbow and taking a few steps into the kitchen. I decide to be kind and not toy with him, and decide to explain myself. "I can assure you, she's not falling in love. Quite the contrary, she hates my guts," I turn from him, reaching into the fridge grab a can of Pepsi, "besides, why do you care anyway?" I question, popping the tab on my soda, and leaning across the island.

         "I told you, it's not that I care, I just don't think Dylan is right for her!" He justifies, but I read straight through it. He still likes her, I know it. This could be fun.

         "Fifty dollars." I say abruptly

        He responds in shock,  "What?"

        "Fifty dollars," I pause dramatically, "and I can have her completely away from Dylan, out of his apartment and everything, by the end of this school year." I claim rather confidently. I might even be able to do it sooner.

         He reads my thoughts and quickly blurts, "A hundred and you'll do it come end of this semester."

         "Deal." I spit without giving it any thought. All I see is an easy one-hundred dollars in my path. We shake hands, chuckling over the whole ordeal before moving the conversation to a different topic.

skye's pov

         I ponder Asher and I's odd encounter the whole way to the theater building. Why did he go all the way to Ezra's to give me my scrunchie? His apartment isn't nearly as close to the school as Ezra's is. As the thought revels in my brain, I feel my stupidity growing. Of course he didn't just go to give me my scrunchie, him and Ezra are friends, and here I am thinking he went to give me a fucking scrunchie. God, I'm so dumb. Attempting to rid of my irritation, I take a few breaths before stumbling into my building, late for my prerequisite English course.

          I try to sneak in, failing miserably as the professor, Lina Hendricks, addresses my tardiness.

         "Second week and you're already stumbling in late, Missus Holland." She states, her voice ever-so professional, yet ridiculing.

         "Sorry." I simply state, and she shrugs, continuing her lesson. Scurrying to a random seat, I hastily pull out my notebook and begin jotting down the current slide exhibited across the large projection screen. A black-haired girl with rather heavy make-up for my liking seated to my left speaks to me suddenly, "Boring shit, isn't it?" She states.

         I whisper back, "Shh, I was already late, talking during a lesson isn't on my agenda at this moment."

         She grins before responding, "Please, half of these people are asleep. Hi, I'm Megan!" She introduces herself by offering her hand to shake.

         Taking it, I smile before simply stating, "Skye."

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FIRST OF ALL, thanks for 50 reads, I didn't even think I would get like 10 so that's cool.

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QOTC: What do you think about Megan?

AOTC: Guess we'll wait and find out..

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