Hello my lovelies, 

First of all, thank you so very much for 300 reads!!! I can't tell you how happy I am. This happened all because of you so A HUGE THANK YOU TO MY EVER FAITHFUL READERS <3.

Before I start this chapter, let me clarify something. Please note that Taylor was already a student of Alexander High. Emberly was the new girl last year but she knew Asher since a very long time. I didn't elaborate much on that...

And also, I know I had said that chapter 8 would include the party scene, but I think it's too early... It'll come up in the next chapters to come.

I won't bother you further, have fun reading :)

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Thank goodness, school is over for today. School have been utterly boring today. There are so many reasons behind this.

1. Ally was not here, once again. God knows where she is. Thankfully, she used some of her common sense to tell me that she was fine.

2. Taylor was not here. I had gotten used to him by now. But, he was busy in football practice.

3. Asher and his friends were not here. Not that I missed him but it's a bit weird not to have him pester me.

Walking back home, I couldn't help myself but think about Asher. I mean it's been two days since I last saw him. Not that I care but Alexander High is way too quiet without him. Anyways, I decided to forget about him and was looking forward to what movie I would watch right now.

Once I reached home, I quickly changed into my most comfortable shorts and my baggy shirt. If anyone saw me right now, he or she would have thought that I'm a freak for wearing boys' shirts but honestly speaking, it's the most comfortable ones. To me, comfort is more important than looks. When I took a look at myself, I realised that my shorts were way to short and my shirt was covering most of it. If anyone saw me right now, he would think I'm wearing only a shirt.

Anyways, who cares. It's not as if someone would be looking at me. Losing no time, I went downstairs and put my favorite movie in the DVD player. Frozen.

Yes, I'm seventeen and I love this Disney movie, specially Olaf. I mean, he's way too cute with his carrot nose. 

Once the movie started to play, I grabbed myself a bowl of popcorn and made myself cosy on my couch. 

I reached at my favorite scene, Olaf's entry. I loved the way he says, 'Hi, everyone, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs.' Honestly speaking, Olaf is the main character in this movie, well this what I think.

I was very much enjoying my movie, when I heard knocking, well more than pounding,at my door. I glanced at the clock and saw it was still three in the afternoon. This cannot be my parents, they said they would be late today. 

I sighed heavily and paused the movie. Damn, that person had clearly no patience at all. If it's Ally, I'm so going to kill her.

"I'm coming, calm down." I shouted before I opened the door.

I wished I hadn't opened. Before me, was a very handsome Asher, dressed in his ripped jeans and a white shirt, that showed off his muscles. Dam, if I didn't hate him, I would definitely say that he's drop dead gorgeous. I could notice his Greek like physique from underneath his shirt. My gaze moved to his face. He was murderously scowling at me. Well, that's nothing new but what really caught my eye was the bruise next to his eyes. It was swollen making him look even more dangerous and deadlier. His eyes raked up and down my body. I gulped but refused to show him my fear.

"Who's shirt are you wearing?" He asked in a murderously low tone that made my insides quiver. My eyes widened at his question and the fear that I was feeling move up to the next level. 

"Uh, hello to you too Asher. May I ask what are you doing here?" I asked in a smartly, trying to evade his question. But what surprised me the most was his presence here. And his swollen bruise.

"Who's.shirt.are.you.wearing?" He asked through gritted teeth. He totally ignored my question and boy his eyes were closed tightly. I guess he was trying not to explode in front of me.

"N-no one's. It's mine." I replied, gripping my shirt tightly. "I normally buy boys' shirts because it's more comfortable to wear." I have no idea why I elaborated on this one but it seemed appropriate. 

His frown was now replaced by a blank face. What's wrong with him? He pushed my door wider so that he could enter my house, as if he completely owned it. Wow, what a gentleman. Note the sarcasm. I stood completely dumbfounded at his attitude, but it's Asher we are talking about. The one who doesn't care about anyone. Knowing that he would not be going anytime soon, I closed the door and made my way to my couch. 

That jerk was sprawled on the couch with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. Right now, Asher didn't look like the bully, he looked more like a tired angel. 

"Will you sit down?" He irritatingly said, his eyes still closed. Okay, I remove what I just said. He's not an angel, he's more of a devil. 

"Well, I would sit if you moved your filthy long legs from MY couch." I snapped at him and put lots of emphasis on the word MY.

Even with his closed eyes, he managed to smirk at me. In fact, to piss me even more, he made himself more comfortable on the couch, signalling me that he would not move anytime soon. 

Anger coursed through my veins and I immediately took hold of both his legs and tried to move them. Keyword, tried.

Damn, he was really heavy. It was as if I was trying to lift a dumbbell. I took a look at him. He was still smirking at me, that jerk.

"Oh, kitten, I know you want to please me, but a massage is not what I need." He said in a deep voice making me slightly shiver. "A good, nice fuck with you would do me so much good." My eyes widened at his statement. 

"ASHER!" I slapped his legs. My poor virgin ears. "Just move your damn heavy legs." I said nastily. Thankfully, he abode by what I said and moved his legs. 

I quickly took my seat and resumed the movie where it had stopped.

"Frozen, really?" Asher asked after a moment. He was looking at me as if I had grown another head. 

I took a handful of popcorn and ungraciously shoved it in my mouth, "yes, you've got any problem with that?" 

"You're such a kid." Asher distastefully said. "Who the hell likes Olaf? He's like a stupid moron dancing around." 

"Don't you dare say something about my dear Olaf." I growled at him. Olaf was like an angel I never had. 

"Your dear Olaf?" He raised an eyebrow mockingly. I blushed at what I said but maintained what I said.

"Yes, my dear Olaf." I said decisively. "Now, be quiet and let me watch my movie." 

I moved a little bit, trying to find the most comfortable position to sit in because Mr I Hate Olaf was clearly not making a move. He had taken most of the seat.

"Damn, you move so much." I gasped when I felt him lift me and put me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, securing me in place so that I don't move.

"Asher, what are you doing?" I squirmed in his lap. I had to admit though, this was more comfortable than my previous seat. Not that I would tell him.

"I'm giving you a more relaxed seat for you to watch your movie." He said as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"But why on your lap? I turned my head slightly to look at him. His eyes were once again closed.

"You move too much and I had to straighten my legs." He pulled me more towards his chest so that my back was against him. Not a bad idea. 

Knowing that he would not let me go any time soon, I decided to let myself get cozy against him and watched my movie. I only hope that no one comes and sees us in this position because I don't think they'll really understand. Scratch that, I myself aren't understanding what's happening. 

After a while, I moved slightly to get my bowl of popcorn but his arms tightened against me, putting me back in place. I sighed heavily, knowing that I won't be able to eat my popcorn. I glanced at him and he seemed already in a deep slumber. He seemed very relaxed right now. My eyes scanned his face. He was definitely the epitome of beauty. Never in my life had I ever seen such a gorgeous guy before. He was anything a girl could ask for except me. 

"Hasn't anyone told you that it's bad to stare, kitten?" He asked in a hoarse tone, making me blush and quickly turn my face towards the movie. The jerk was not asleep yet!

"I-I wasn't staring." I replied. "Weren't you sleeping?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"I would have slept a little but you being you, refused to keep still." He said, sounding more awake.

I lightly kicked him on the stomach making him loosen his grip on my waist and moved to take my bowl of popcorn. One I was done, I moved back against him and heard him groan behind me.

I ignored him and ate my popcorn. 

Suddenly, I felt him slightly move his face to the side of me ear and he huskily whispered, "You should definitely stop moving, kitten, or else I'll take you so hard from behind that you won't be able to move for days." I was about to put a mouthful of popcorn when my hand was stopped in the process. I can't believe he just said that. 

I turned slightly towards him and saw him wink at me. He laughed at my shocked expression. I was about to move away from him when he quickly gripped my waist and once again pulled me back to his chest. 

"You're such a pervert." I told him grumpily. He simply laughed at whatever I said. Damn, if I didn't hate him, I would definitely have melted at his velvety laugh.

"Only for you kitten." He replied warmly.

"Why weren't you in school the past two days?" I asked trying to change the topic and I was curious to know where he was.

"I was somewhere." He said not elaborating further. Well, he wouldn't be Asher if he gave a full explanation. Asher was known not only as a bad boy but also as a secretive guy. "Why? Did my kitten miss me?" He smirked at me.

"Haa! You wish, Colton." I arrogantly replied.

"Kitten, you'd be really surprised if you knew what I really wished for." He smiled in an irritatingly smug way. Somehow, I knew his statement had various meanings and trust me, they were definitely not pure thoughts. 

"Shut up!" I jabbed him in the ribs. "What happened to your eyes? You've got a swollen bruise there." I finally asked him.

I was about to ask once again because of his non response but when I saw the threatening glare on his face, I kept my mouth shut. The playful look on his face was long gone. He looked like another version of Asher. Someone I wouldn't wish to encounter.

"That's none of your business." He replied in a low hostile voice. His jaw was clenched and I could notice the vein on his neck pop out. 

What have I done now? Damn you Emberly, don't you know that curiosity killed the cat. Now he's going to kill you. Shit.

"I-I--" I stuttered.

"Just shut the fuck up, will you?!" Asher growled at me, making me jump away from him. Almost a second later, he pushed me, making me fall on the carpet and angrily got up, making his way out of my house, not before slamming the door at me. 

All this while, I couldn't help but figure out what did I do wrong. After a while, I felt some warm liquid down my face and I realised that I was crying. 

I, Emberly Stinson, was crying and worst of all, I have absolutely no freaking idea why!

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Chapter 8 updated

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