ASHER
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"Do you want to know what else makes me angry?" he asked through gritted teeth squeezing my wrist as he pinned me against the blackboard. "What.." I whispered shutting my eyes to hold in the tears. "Knowing that I don't have you." Asher Gray is NOT to be messed with. His temper is so out of control , girls aren't brave enough to talk to him. Well except Cartier.
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"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~

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