The Jerk Next Door

Chapter 20: We Are...?

(Kinda drew Dani the other day. She came out decent.)

Maksean

I laughed as Asher made another mistake. "No, Ash, it's the x squared times Delta X. That equals..." I trailed off hoping he could figure it out for himself.

The boy looked up at me, not even focusing on his math work when he answered. "X squared Delta X." His deep night voice still causes my stomach to do flips as he runs his hand through his hair messing up the swoosh.

"Y-yes, that is correct." I take a breath before giving him my best glare. "If you knew that then why get it wrong to begin with?"

"I love hearing your voice explain it." He rolls over, knocking the advanced math book off his bed as he laid his head on my lap.

I was supposed to be helping him with his homework he claimed he didn't understand, but I'm getting the impression he understands it all fine. We are currently in his room with me on his bed rating against his head board while he has moved to lay his head across my lap. I had one of his baseball hoodies on which draped down to cover half of my drumline shorts.

He looked up at me from his place on my lap and smiled a goofy smile before reaching out to grab both of my hands. He guides my left hand to his hair leaving it once it's entangled in the messy brown locks as my right hand entwined itself with my own. He brought our hands to his lips softly pecking the back of my hand with the soft pillow like surface.

"Hey, what if I walked you to class?" His voice was soft and quiet, not that he wasn't heard, we were only a foot away at our farthest points.

It was Wednesday, and we really haven't really been very public with our... relationship? I'm not sure what we are, but I know we have to be something right, I mean I'm on his bed with him kissing my hand. We haven't really established that part of what we are, but we are something.

But now, here he is asking if he could walk me to class. I'm not sure if it matters or if it's a big deal, but him asking me makes me smile.

"Yeah, just don't be late to any classes. Okay?" I removed my left hand to boop his nose earning me a small pout form the teen that didn't last long once I started to comb through his hair.

"Okay, but can I sit with you during our shared classes? I'm not exactly getting along with the guys, and I'm pretty sure someone your friends don't like the best of me," he made a face I have yet to understand, but I'm sure it wasn't a good one.

I figured something must have happened between him and the guys when they stopped talking during class and lunch. I didn't want to ask, but I've been curious. I knew he was worried over what my friends would think, but Daniela has been trying to get the rest to understand how sweet he was. They were just worried after what happened at the party, which I had to explain to them.

"Yeah, of course, but you might have to fight with Dani for the partner seat in chemistry." I smile down at him and ruffle his fluffy hair.

His odd expression turned into a happy one as he sat up and took my left hand to hold in his own. His deep blue eyes staring into mine with a passionate look. A lazy but true smile hung on his lips as he slowly leaned closer. When he was only a few centimeters away, a knock was heard. The tall wooden door at the entrance to Asher's room shook lightly at the knock almost shaking the baseball poster that hung up on the back of the door.

"Yes?" Asher said as he tried to hide his annoyance. He was the type of person who likes to stay in his room and be left alone, but be called down to be with his family or to do anything "ridiculous" with his sister. Despite the knock and the annoyance, his eyes never left mine, nor did his gentle grip on my hands.