Caught In Between

III. The Family Business

Asher walked into the room and grimaced when he saw me. Maybe I should apologize to him. I was really rude and to be honest I didn't really have much of a reason. So what if he flipped me off, I didn't have to confront him about it. It's highschool, who gives a shit. He did a full 180 when his expression changed from distaste to a smirk. He shocked not only me, but also the rest of the class, when he walked over and sat down in the chair right next to me.

"Hey, Cupcake." He said with a small smile on his face and then winked.

"Okay, never call me that again. Please. You do realize I have a name." I practically begged.

"No can do, Cupcake. And I already know your name, Brooklyn."

"I'm just gonna guess you know me because of Cam. Otherwise, I'd be a tad bit freaked out. You know, I actually thought about possibly apologizing to you. But you know what? Fuck you."

"So you've already been thinking about me. And sure. I'll take you up on that offer to fuck you."

"At least buy me dinner first."

"You got it. I'll pick you up Friday at 7."

"Sounds perfect, baby." I really emphasized the baby. He just chuckled at my response.

"How do you go from calling me a dickhead and cussing me out to accepting my offer for our date, cupcake?"

"How do you go from cussing me out to offering to take me on a completely not-gonna-happen date is the real question."

"Who said it wasn't gonna happen?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

"I did. And you didn't even mean it, so shut the hell up."

"Oh, come on. I'm just kidding. Unless..." He trailed off with a suggestive look on his face.

"Okay baby cakes, don't get your hopes up."

"I know you did not just call me fucking baby cakes." He actually let out a small laugh.

"You call me cupcake, I have every damn right to call you baby cakes." I also laughed along with him.

"How the hell are they laughing together? They were just screaming at each other in the lunchroom not even twenty minutes ago. Plus, he never talks to anyone besides Dax and Harrison." Some random girl whispered to another girl behind me.

I don't know, but I'm wondering the exact same thing. Why do I actually enjoy talking to him is another question.

The whispers and my inner dialogue was cut off when the teacher walked into the room. She was honestly very beautiful and looked quite young. She had brown hair that was put up in an untidy bun at the top of her head. She also had on a simple pair of black eye glasses.

"Hola clase. Yo soy la Profesora Sánchez y bienvenidos a la clase de español."

"I doubt you even understand her." I whispered to Asher.

"You have very little expectations in me, don't you? One day, you might realize just what I'm capable of." He honestly looked scary when he said that and I loved it.

"And what exactly are you capable of?" I asked while looking him straight in the eyes.

"Is that something you'd like to find out?"

"Maybe it is." We held eye contact and I felt like I couldn't look away. I literally just met this guy. I know absolutely nothing about him. And now, I might have the tiniest crush on him. He looked away and looked back at the teacher. He didn't look flustered in the slightest, while it took me a couple of seconds to look back at the front of the classroom. At least I don't blush.