Pleasant Surprises

"Okay, so since ABC is parallel to DEF and the angle at AB is 60°, we can conclude that angle DE is?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Asher asks harshly.

"You're not looking at the triangle properly, and I technically gave you the answer when I said they're parallel. Geez, Asher." I sigh, wiping a hand over my face stressfully.

"I'm not a fucking mathematician." He groans, and rests back onto his pillow.

"The basics of this knowledge come from the eighth grade and you're a senior now." I giggle causing his eyes to snap towards me. I immediately stop.

"Are you making fun of me?" He asks, his eyes narrowing.

"No," I squeak out. "I'm just hinting that you should have probably paid attention and actually studied all those years."

"Not all of us are you." He rolls his eyes. "Besides, my job one day requires my fists mainly."

"What job?" I ask curiosly.

"Police force? Following in my dad's footsteps?" He rolls his eyes.

"Is that what you really want one day?" I ask curiosly.

"Yeah, why not? The pay is good and I can go around punching people without getting arrested."

I can't help but laugh. "Obviously you would say that."

"Can you get on with it please? I don't want you to be here any longer than you should." He says coldly.

Realisation snaps me back to reality. Of course, he is still the same Asher that he was all those years. His slight change in behaviour almost fooled me into believing I could be civil with him. A hour had passed of me helping him with differential calculus, which Asher wasn't so bad at really. I could tell that with some explaining he understood the work, but his ego and dislike towards me was getting in the way. After grasping some topics in calculus, we moved onto Euclidean geometry, which seemed really complicated but really wasn't that hard. Or maybe I was just a bit of a hard worker and over achiever.

I could tell that Asher seemed so bored with the whole situation, and his lack of motivation and enthusiasm to work was keeping him behind. We had to work on his attitude as well as his math skills.

"Alright, let's go over the properties of the different angles once again. The first thing we are going to cover is the angles that are equal due to being subtended by the same chord or arc." I begin. Asher looks at the math text book intently, and I can see the gears churning in his head. It causes me to smile.

We keep going over the angles for the next hour, and I managed to show him how to approach the complicated looking circles and triangles. I was surprised by quickly he caught on and given the potential he was showing, I was glad to say that he might just get his grades up after our tutor sessions.

Time passed by so quickly and before I knew it, it was dinner time. I gawk at the clock and hastily begin to pack my books back into my bag. I promised my mom I would be back for dinner and I'm already seven minutes late for our usual dinner time. I never break my promises, and if I happen to I always find a way to make up for it.

Asher sends me a quizzical look.

"I have to get home." I explain, standing up from his bed and slinging my bag over my shoulder. I realise them that I still have his shirt on so I quickly remove it and grab my own.

"Won't you stay for dinner?" He ask. I freeze and look at him, to see him look shocked himself. "I mean... you used to stay in the past for dinner almost every Friday."

"Do you... want me to stay?"

He look ready to answer me, with full blown sincerity, when of course his ego caught up to him. "No, why would I want you to stay? I've been around you for far too long for one day. It's suffocating me."

"Ha-ha." I laugh sarcastically, before shaking my head in despair and buttoning up my shirt. "You're a liar." I say. Something about being around him for two hours and being civil with him has made me slightly less afraid to be in his presence.

"We're all fucking liars. It's human nature to lie, so what if I do? Besides, I wasn't lying when I said I'm getting tired of your presence already. You should leave." He says harshly.

"Gladly." I roll my eyes. "I hope that Katherine gave you some STD while you two were having sex." I comment, before properly hoisting my bag over my shoulder and turning to head to the door. I obviously did not wish that for him, bit I would let him think that.

I get harshly halted in my steps when Asher grips my wrist tightly and pulls me back. My heavy book bag fell off my shoulders and landed in an awkward position, twisting my arm.

"Ow." I wince.

"You don't get to fucking talk to me like that, skank. Just because I get action down there and you don't, doesn't mean you have to be a jealous bitch about it." He curses, his grip on my wrist never lessening.

"I'm not jealous. I just fear that you may get a sexually transmitted-"

"Shut up. Stop talking. I swear you are the most fucking annoying human being on this earth."

"And you're rude, disrespectful and have no idea how to properly treat a girl." I yell. I struggle to pull out of his grasp, when suddenly he let go and I went flying to the ground. I'm the opposite of heavy and weighed about 100 pounds, so me falling like that hurt like a bitch. I landed awkwardly on my hip in shock, my eyes wide. I look into Asher's wide eyes as well and I see regret flash in them. He stood up from the bed and made his way over to me.

I'm still shocked, breathing heavily and immobile on the floor.

"Fuck, I didn't know you were gonna fall like that."

His voice bring me back to reality, and suddenly tears sting my eyes. I hate crying so much, I absolutely loathe it. So I hastily wiped the wetness away from my eyes. Asher kneels down and inspects the injury he caused, when suddenly I pushe him. hard. He fall backwards in surprise.

"Stay away from me." I cry out. His eyes are laced with surprise. "Everytime I think that you're getting less vile and cruel, you do something to hurt me again. I can't take it anymore." I sniffle and wipe at my eyes.

"Fuck, Rosie. Do you really think that I meant to hurt you like that?"

"No, stop! Stop saying that, stop saying that you would never hurt me like that. Fuck you and fuck our tutor sessions." I gasp as the swear words escape my lips.

Asher says nothing, he only look at me in surprise. I wipe more tears away that were falling from my eyes and hastily grab my bag off the floor before pushing myself off the ground. Asher stands up himself, so much faster and before I could successfully leave the room, he blocks my way.

"Please, please just leave me alone." I say, feeling absolutely done.

I guess all my pent up emotions reached its peak, and what encouraged that bomb of emotions was when my hope of him finally starting to like me and appreciate me died down. He would never change, I should just stop. Stop living in a world where he was a better person.

"Are you hurt?" He almost whispers.

"I'm fine." I say, feeling my heart start to race at his display of concern.

No, he doesn't care.

He stop towards me and I immediately step back.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Rosie. Never. I would never." He say, sounding sincere.

"I don't care. Just leave me alone. Forget about the tutoring."

"But you've helped me so much and its only been two hours."

"Please, I wanna leave." I say again, holding my bag tightly against me.

"I will let you, if you promise that you will continue to help me." He say, his arms looking slumped besides him. I admire his strong arms before looking away and mentally cursing myself out.

"No." I say stubbornly. "You don't make me feel nice, Asher. For as long as I can remember you, all I think of is all those mean and hurtful things you said you me for so long. You make me feel so bad about myself and I don't like feeling like that anymore." More tears suddenly form in my eyes. Stop it! Stupid emotions, stupid eyes!

This time, I don't step back when Asher moves closer. He raises a hand and cups my cheek hesitantly, before pushing the tear away. I look at him with wide eyes, feeling overly confused by his display of affection. Sometimes I could swear he like me too, and then he did something horrible again that made me regret thinking it.

"You... I-" I could tell that he was at a loss of words. "I'm sorry, Rosie." He sighs finally.

"It doesn't change what you have done and the fact that you are going to go back to your normal self tomorrow. I can't forgive you." I say strongly, feeling a bit bad afterwards. God was the most forgiving, and he had the most mercy one could ever have. Maybe I shouldn't hold a grudge against Asher and forgive him. But what would the point be if he went back to square one again after apologizing. I would be a fool to forgive him everytime.

"I know, baby."

I gulp and try to seem unaffected when he called me that pet name. It feels like a sweet little endearment that partners in a relationship would call eachother, not enemies.

"How about we make a deal? I will try my hardest to stop being a jackass, and in return you will tutor me and get my marks up. How does that sound?"

Too good to be true.

"What constitutes as you not being a jackass?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"I won't make snide comments about your appearance, I won't laugh at you, trip you, call you names or insult you. In fact, from now onwards I will give you a compliment everyday." He suggests, looking so uncomfortable that I want to laugh.

I wipe away the little bit of wetness from my eyes, enjoying this way too much.

"Hmm.." I hum, placing a finger on my chin. "That sounds amazing. But you have to promise, and I mean promise not to hurt my feelings even a tiny bit or the deal is off. Do we have a deal?"

I held my hand out.

"Yes, yes we do." His bigger hand grasped mine and shook it.

I smile, no grin, a huge comparison to my mood two seconds ago. I'm very easily pursuaded and cheered up. You can kick me in the gut and buy me ice cream afterwards and I will forgive you.

After moments of silence, an idea struck me.

"Wait, since I tutored you today that means that our deal has already begun. Don't you owe me a compliment?" I ask giddily.

"Yes... wait, no. I did say you looked good in my shirt... "

I frowned. "No, that doesn't count."

"How does it not count?"

"It wasn't a compliment."

"Yes, it was."

"No, it wasn't."

He scowls suddenly. "Rosie I'm not complimenting you again."

"Why, is there nothing good to say about me?" I pout, looking at him expectantly.

"No, it's just that I already gave you your compliment."

"Let's make it two compliments a day." I suggest with a grin.

"No fuck you are difficult. Only one."

"Two!"

"Fuck, fine! I like.... your hair."

"Oh..." I trailed off, biting my lips. It was better than nothing. But I was expecting him to tell me I was a good kisser or something. Obviously I wasn't being realistic. He probably don't even remember that we kissed.

"And your lips. Fuck, that was three compliments in one day." He sighs.

"Keep them going." I sang, before giggling. "You like my lips?" I laugh at his uncomfortable express. I was sure Asher was more than comfortable with talking about these things with anyone, but when it came to me it was a different story. I'm not supposed to be someone he could potentially like.

"Yeah, I mean they're soft and... Kissable." he shrugged. "And it might be good for gripping dick."

I frown. "You just ruined the entire compliment. What does that even mean?"

"Don't play dumb, you know what it means." He chuckles.

"No... I actually don't." I scrunch my nose up in confusion.

"Stop shitting me, Rosie." He says seriously.

"I'm not!" I defend.

"You don't know what a blowjob is?" He asks, staring at me wide eyed.

"No." I wasn't lying. "What is it?"

"Oh god," he groans. "How old are you exactly? Twelve year olds of today know what it means."

"Well I don't." I cross my arms, awkwardly shifting my weight from my one foot to the other.

"It's when you suck a... You know?"

"A what?" I almost yelled, curiosity getting the better of me.

"It's when you suck a fucking dick, Rosie. For fucks sakes." He sighs.

I gasp and reel backwards. There is no way anyone would do something so disgusting and unpleasant. My face masks horror and my hand fly to my mouth. Asher's lips form a smirk before he lets out a deep laugh.

"Why would anyone do that?" I gag.

"To pleasure a male, of course." He smirks, placing a hand on the door besides my head.

A fluttery feeling erupts in my stomach, but instead of showing it I make gagging noises instead.

"It is completely disgusting and inhumane. I can't believe it." I frown. Now I truly understood what everyone around me meant when they said that, or when Asher always said that himself. Blegh. It wasn't hard to believe that Asher let girls do that to him. I suddenly wanted to be very far away and at home, eating dinner with my parents and forgetting that this conversation ever happened.

"I can show you a demonstration? Teach you for the future?" Asher says teasingly. I want to smile at his light behavior I really do, but the words coming out of his mouth ruins it, as well as the implication of it.

I slap his arm. "I will be leaving now. Bye."

"I'm kidding, Rosie." He chuckles, stepping away from me and allowing me breathing space.

I smile nervously. "Bye, Asher."

"I still can't believe you didn't know what it was." he says, his face serious now. "What else are you hiding?"

"Nothing." I squeak out, my hand gripping the door knob to leave.

"So innocent." He murmurs. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

I gulp, and in the next second I am out of the door and rushing down the stairs.

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Sorry for the hold, but I was and still am REALLY busy. This chapter is not edited, as is the previous ones.