Lily's POV

I walked towards the window and opened it. The guys tumbled inside, all glaring at me. I suddenly felt very sheepish and looked down at the floor. Jason walked closer to me and said,

"Why would you do that?"

I really should have known that the guys would be spying on us. How could I answer them? Biting my lip and trying to come up with an excuse, my 4.0 GPA went like, "Hah! B*tch, you thought!". Since I couldn't think of anything, I decided to tell them the truth. Sighing, I said,

"You really want to know?"

They nodded their heads, still burning holes into my forehead. I told them exactly why I had done what I least wanted.

"Well... you see... I'm not ready for a relationship. And even if I was, I would never be able to be a normal. Did you not see how I reacted to the kiss? I know that that's going to happen again in the future. Asher deserves the best of the best so I don't wanna be an obstacle in his life. Carter has tortured me so much that I can't live a normal life, no matter how hard I try. His image is going to pop into my head even when I try to stop it."

Their glares had softened into understanding looks. Except for Cole. His glare remained there. To my complete surprise, he pulled me into a hug and said,

"You stupid, crazy girl. If you weren't good enough for him, I wouldn't have accepted you into the group. And trust me, Asher is ready to accept you no matter your flaws, because they don't even matter. What matters is that your an amazing girl who's thoughtful, kind, beautiful and not to mention, good at everything."

I smiled up at him but knew that no matter the comforting words that I was getting, I wasn't going to say yes to Asher's request. He deserved so much more than me. Jason and Ryan joined in the hug and we all stayed that way for a few minutes. I couldn't say that I wouldn't have preferred Asher's hug. After a while, they let go of me and decided to go to Asher's room, claiming that he was probably heartbroken too. I wasn't too sure about that, considering he had caught on to the fact that I was lying not even thirty seconds after I had brought forth my completely lame excuse.

I spent the rest of the evening doing my homework and trying to come up with ways in which I could get Carter to beat me and film the whole thing. Sitting on my desk, I made note after note on my notebook but wasn't able to fully focus. After my seventh attempt of trying to come up with a plan, I put my head in my hands out of frustration. Why couldn't I get him out of my mind?! Suddenly, I heard a throat clearing behind me. Turning around in my swinging chair, I saw Asher leaning against the doorframe, staring at me with his arms crossed across his bare chest. My eyes widened and I rushed to the door to close it. However, before I could shut the door, a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside. Seriously?!

I huffed and looked up at a smirking Asher. He grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. What was with him and carrying people? Well, carrying me? Ignoring my objections, he carried me to his room and sat me down on his bed. I immediately got up, trying to run out the door, but he locked it. He then walked across the room and locked the door of his balcony. Sh*t! I couldn't even parkour my way out of his room! I looked down, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to say. He walked closer to me, grabbing a chair and sat down on it, Indian style, in front of me.

"Are you ready to tell me what the real reason is? Or am I gonna have to turn into Sherlock Holmes again?"

I stayed quiet, not revealing anything. Why did he have to be smart enough to know that I was lying. I knew that he would do everything in his power to get the truth out of me, and I wasn't too happy about his curious attitude. Especially because this time, the entire scenario really did have something to do with him. Before I could say anything, he threw his arms around me, catching me off guard. My shocked state made me stay frozen in his arms. In a vulnerable tone, he whispered,

"Please tell me the truth. I'll go crazy without knowing if you actually do like me or not. Or if there's something bothering you. Lily, you've got to remember, I'm not Carter. I won't torture and abuse you. You can tell me anything."

How could I tell him that I already got such an extreme amount of mental torture because of him? But it wasn't his fault, it was mine. It was my fault for having feelings for him, yet not being ready for what he had in mind. I sighed dejectedly and pushed myself away from his grip. Standing up, I unlocked the door and walked outside, without any interruption from the person who occupied my mind. I wanted to run back into his arms so badly, but I couldn't.

Sitting back down on my desk, I continued to try and come up with ideas for filming Carter hitting me. After half an hour of extreme frustration and a little bit of hair pulling, an idea flashed into my mind. Quickly writing it down, I thought,

"Carter, you better get ready for tomorrow. It's time to take you down."

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