I Forgive, I Don't Forget

Chapter Nine: Feigning Hurt

"Hey." I turned to face Asher, he spoke to me in an anticipated voice. "Let's go."

"Go..." I prompted, asking for more information. I hadn't known we had made plans for today. 

"You know. Like leave." He sighed at my still puzzled face. "I'm taking you home."

"Bu-," I was ready to decline because obviously I walk home everyday. But, then I thought. This is a way out. So, I decided to take my oppurtunity and run with it. "Right! Home! You're taking me. Let's go!" I quickly tugged at Asher's arm and took off towards the parking lot.

Once we reached his black Ferrari he just stood there, smiling at me. "You gonna tell me what has you in such a rush?" 

"No." I replied curtly. I folded my arms and shifted my weight to my left leg. 

"Why not? I've never seen you in such a rush to get home, there's no one there you know."  

I began to tap my foot impatiently. We had to go, I wanted to be no where near Shaun or this school. 

"Oh God! Can we just go!" I know I was being mean but, I didn't want to talk about it. I noticed his keys hanging were hanging from his pocket and made a reach for them.

"Ah, ah , ah Avery," he said pulling them out and holding them over his head way out of my reach, "Not until you tell me what's up. You've been crabby all day. Is it that time of the month?" 

"No!" I yelled in embarassement, my rosy cheeks never failing to show up. "What kind of question was that?!"

"Then what is it?" He asked genuinely.

"None of your business." I shot back. 

He stayed quiet for a few seconds. "Hm, well I guess my nice warm car is none of yours." And with that he walked around to the driver's side, opened the door with his keys, got in and shut the door. I stood there flabbergasted, unaware of what was happening. I tried the passenger door, as locked as it was. 

"Hey! Let me in! Y-you poopyhead!" I shrieked at him. Of course I was laughing as mad as I was. But, in a situation like this you can't help but smile.

The windows were tinted and I could see Asher's reaction but, I know he heard me loud and clear. 

I pounded on the dark glass yelling as loud as I could, surely making a scene but, I didn't care. This spectacle continued for minutes until I finally gave up. Huffing and puffing I rested my hands on the window, not caring if I left fingerprints.

As my heart returned to its normal rate I felt the glass move beneath my finger tips. I caught myself before I fell into the car and looked up into amazingly grey eyes. But, then I remembered I was currently mad with the person whom those beautiful eyes belonged to and a frown found its way to my face.

"Hey beautiful, you look like a puppy. Get in the car." Asher said smiling. I probably looked a mess with all that yelling I was doing. The top button of my grey cardigan had come undone and my black ruffled  top was twisted out of place tucked underneath the waist band of my floral grey, red and black skirt. My v-patterned tights stuck to me even more uncomfortably from the sweat I had worked up, and my boots were about the only things still intact from my tantrum except that the laces of my left boot had come loose. 

"No." I replied simply.

"Pretty please?" He gave me a pout. "Just get in..."

"I would if a certain idiot would unlock the door." 

"What ever do you mean?" He said feigning innocence. 

I shot daggers at him. 

That was enough answer to his question. "I'm serious, try the door."