Tutor him?

The week went by so slowly, but it is finally Friday. I can't begin to explain how excited I am for the weekend. Not because anything special or exciting is about to happen, but because I love the weekends and staying in my room in the comforts of my bed. Without any Asher, Patricia or any other people who make my life miserable. My mood has been down the entire week.

One word can explain why,

Asher.

This is how the events of Thursday afternoon played out. It can explain why I feel miserable, down and sullen but it can also explain why I feel happy.

When I arrive at home, I unlock the door with my own key given that my mom and dad weren't home yet. I step into the silent and slightly chilly house before slipping off my school pumps and placing it by the door. I shrug off my blazer and hang it up on one of the golden hooks near a bookshelf in our lounge. Clad in my long white socks, my dark blue checkered skirt that ends four inches above my knees (courtesy to the fact that I've been growing over the years) and my long sleeved white shirt, I prance towards the kitchen and hum a tune of one of my favourite songs.

I don't hesitate to rummage through both the fridge and pantree for something to eat that would make me feel better. I find my favourite snack to eat-

Okay, hold up. Let's fast forward to the part that can explain why I feel miserable.

After possibly eating the entire fridge up, I let out a satisfied sigh and fail to notice the sound of the front door opening. Curse me for always forgetting to lock. I'm about to head up to my room, when I hear the front door closing and locking. I look towards the door with wide eyes. I feel relief when I see that it's not a possible seriel killer or rapist, but someone even worst, Asher.

Without even thinking about what I'm about to do next, I turn around and rush up the stairs and to the safety of my room. I let out a yelp as I nearly trip halfway up the stairs. Unlike Asher who plays sports for most of his day, I lounge around and eat my body's weight in the form of Pringles and can't run to safe my life. I hear Asher's evil laugh and I now that he's hot on my heels.

I see my white room door and cheer in victory when I get inside. That same victory is short lived when I try to shut the door close but a hand forcefully pushes it open. I squeal in fear and immediately back up towards my bed. I don't even try to run towards my bathroom, knowing that it won't be long before Asher catches up. It won't do much besides give Asher the satisfaction that he can catch me and waste my much needed energy for when things come down to me having to fight him.

I stare at Asher in horror now when he shuts my room door and gives me one of his most famous dark, conniving and sexy smirks. Jesus Christ.

"Do you have any idea how good it feels to chase you? My little prey." He says darkly, his expression looking absolutely evil. Or my definition of evil.

"Psychopaths and seriel killers enjoy chasing their victims before they butcher them. They love the thrill of the chase, and when they catch their victims a huge, ugly smile is planted on their faces. Like you now." I say, breathlessly.

The smirk drops from Asher's face.

"You don't know when to shut up do you, Rosie?"

"I'm just stating facts."

"You really know how to push someone's buttons. You really fucking know how to push mine." He begins, approaching me slowly. Almost like when a lion approaches a dear. Slowly at first, but when they get close enough they pounce. "You make me so fucking angry, Rosie. Like no one has ever before."

"I haven't done anything-"

"Shut the hell up. When I tell you not to get in between anymore fights, you disrespect my friends and I."

"You're not the president."

"Shut the fuck up, Rosie." He yells. I seal my lips the moment I hear just how angry he is. I can't believe I've upset him so much, what have I even done that's so wrong?

"Brandon was about to punch you in the fucking face! How could you be so stupid? You're a stupid fucking idiot. Do you know that? You may be book smart and know all these shit about science and crap but you're really just a fucking idiot."

I feel so overwhelmed by the whole concept of Asher being in my room, my chest feels tight and my eyes begin to water. I never could do well with confrontations, especially coming from Asher.

"Please leave me alone." I say shakily, my lips and hands trembling.

He looks taken aback for a second, before nodding his head in disbelief.

"All you can do is cry."

"Leave me alone!" I yell, feeling angry all of a sudden. "Get the hell out of my room and never come back here."

"Rosie...I'm just looking out for you."

I shake my head in disbelief. "You're not looking out for me. You bother yourself with little things that I do, things that doesn't even concern you. Can't you just leave me the hell alone?"

"I can't." He admits. All the while he was coming closer, I didn't even realise. When he's just a foot away from me, I don't think when I push him away harshly. He steps back in surprise.

"Why not? Do you enjoy seeing me cry? You're a big asshole, and you don't care about anyone besides yourself. You're rude, uncaring, disrespectful and a lunatic." I say, purely out of anger.

He scoffs, his expression darkening ten folds over.

"Atleast I'm not an ugly loser who thinks that I'm high and mightier than everyone else because I can get an 'A' on every damn test. You're a stuck up, preppy little bitch."

"Leave, Asher. Right now." I demand and with shaky hands point towards the door.

"And what if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll tell my dad."

He chuckles humourlessly. "Go ahead, Sweetheart. See if I care."

I say nothing in return, and use the back of my hand to wipe away my tears. I look away from him but I can see his evil eyes still planted on me. I awkwardly wrap my arms around myself, in some sort of way to shield me from his view.

"Rosalie." He says after what seems like forever. "Look at me."

My eyes snap towards his on instinct. My insides turn to goo when he says my full name. He has called me Rosie his whole life.

"What?"

"Please don't get into the middle of a fight again. I don't want you to get hurt." He sounds so sincere I'm heavily taken aback. I'm also surprised by the words he used, he didn't swear and he said 'please'.

"You hurt me everyday."

"Not like that, Rosie."

"Well, it's worst. If Brandon did punch me in the face it probably would have resulted in a broken nose, but it can heel in a certain period of time and I would forget about it. But I still remember the times you called me ugly and a loser, since the day you started bullying me. And I still feel that hurt. That's the difference, Asher. So you can claim to never hurt me in that kind of way, but I will always feel ten times more hurt by your words."

That silences him for sure. His jaw is clenched so tightly in frustration, I swear he seemed like he was about to apologize. But he doesn't. Instead, he turns around after one last glance and leaves the room with a bang of the door. I release the breath that I'm holding in and place a hand over my heart.

The look on Asher's face before he left made me want to run to him and hug him.

The night rolled by and my parents came home. After eating a delicious dinner made by my mom, I went to to my room and turned on my laptop. I saw a notification from my messages and grew excited when I saw it was from Lohan. I clicked on it and read,

'I'm sorry for overreacting, Rose. I'm glad that we helped Kennedy, I'm just not glad that you could have gotten hurt. See you tomorrow xx'

I immediately begin my response.

'I'm sorry too, Lo. And I forgive you :)'

The week has been stressful and I can't even begin to explain how happy I am that it's Friday. Since we have three weeks still till the charity event rolls by, I've decided to busy myself some other way. Since I've already received my semester's assignments and projects, I want to fit other things into my schedule as well. Something less stressful and more fun, to get my mind off of Asher and to make me feel better.

"Okay, guys. Have you decided who will be suitable enough to be my boyfriend?" I ask my friends. We're in our advanced maths period. A period that I'm glad to say I don't share with Asher. Advanced maths is for really smart people. I don't consider myself 'really' smart because all advanced maths need is an active, dedicated mind which I have. Someone like Asher who doesn't even give a care about his school work would fail advanced maths in the first try. There are only two senior classes of this subject, and each class only have 15 people. I'm glad for that, as this is the only period I can feel at peace. Everyone here minds their own business.

"I thought that maybe Carter in our history period would be suitable but then again I think he has a girlfriend. You and Joshua in junior year have suitable personalities but I don't think you would want to date someone in a grade below you." Ling says.

"Actually, I really like Joshua." I smile at the suggestion.

"Are you seriously doing this, Rose?" Lohan asks, sitting on my left while Ling sits on my right.

"Absolutely. I need someone to get my mind off of Asher. Besides, if I have a boyfriend Asher might back the hell off."

"Do you really think that? He will just scare the poor guy away."

I frown in displeasure at the idea.

"Not happening." I say strongly. "Who else will be suitable?"

"To be honest not much people." Ling admits. "You're really pretty and charming, Rose, but if I have to admit most guys in this school are either borderline stuck up losers or big assholes that don't deserve you."

I sulk in my seat. The lesson my teacher is teaching is a bit behind me as I've already started the syllabus in the summer holidays. There was nothing else to do and I enjoyed figuring out the maths on my own anyway.

"That's fine. I'll just approach Joshua in our lunch break."

When the bell rings, I fly out of the classroom before anyone can even blink. I have to find Joshua before he leaves from his locker and I can't locate him any other time. When I've ran almost all the way to the other side of our campus and I'm nearly out of breath, I see Joshua by his locker. I'm so glad he's alone, or I'd have to abort the mission in fear of embarrassing myself in front of his friends. I know Joshua because we worked on a project last year when both the juniors and sophomores were working together. He is really cute, with blonde hair and pretty hazel eyes.

He's busy putting books in his locker, and just as he shut his locker closed I approach him.

"Hi, Joshua!" I say, waving a hand at him.

He steps back in surprise. "Oh, hey Rose. Is there anything you need?" He greets with a small smile.

"Not much. I was just wondering if you are free on Saturday?" I ask nicely.

"Uh..." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Why do you ask?"

Now I grow awkward, realising that I have never done this kind of thing before.

"Maybe you would want to go out with me tomorrow?" I ask, smiling awkwardly.

"Actually, I have this thing tomorrow..."

"Oh." I say, looking down towards my feet. If I'd known that I would do this today, I would have put on some makeup to cover up my freckles and I should have worn my eyes contacs instead of these glasses. Argh.

"No, no it's not that Rose. I'm just really busy with the work load of junior year. I'll see if I'm free though and I'll definitely tell you." He says quickly, his face flushed.

"Oh, that's okay. I was a junior once too, I know how much it can get."

"I'm really sorry, Rose. You're really cute and one of the nicest people I know, but I just don't want to date any time soon."

"I understand." I smile, appreciating his honest reply. He is the kind of person that I like. It's such a shame that he can't go out with me. He smiles in return.

"I'll see you around." I say, turning to leave.

"See you, Rose." He waves.

Maybe trying to find a boyfriend was a bad idea.

When I get home from school I'm so relieved. I enter the house and grow excited when I catch the smell of my moms special red velvet cupcakes that she always makes. I drop my bag and shrug off my blazer to the floor before skipping over to the kitchen. I see both my mom and Mrs Dunhill in the kitchen, laughing about something and decorating the cupcakes with what I can only assume is butter cream frosting.

"Hey!" I say cheerily and skip over to them.

"So good to see you again, Rose. How was school?" Mrs Dunhill asks.

"Uneventful. Although we did a particular good lesson in physics about vertical projectile motion in fourth period." I answer immediately. I wanted to tell her more about my VPM lesson, but the details would surely bore her. Also, I think Asher was right when he said I was acting stuck up, like a 'know it all' at dinner the other day. I just can't help myself.

"That's great." She smiled warmly.

"I've made your favourite, hun." My mom says, motioning towards the trays of cupcakes.

"Can I have one? Pleeeasse." I say, knowing that my mom would tell me that it's for tonight after dinner.

"It's not for now, it's for tonight after dinner."

"But mom..." I sigh, pouting and giving her my best puppy dog look. She narrows her eyes at me. Her expression quickly goes from stern to normal again. She sighs heavily.

"I can't believe you do this all the time."

"Yayy." I cheer, knowing that my puppy dog look worked. She could never resist it. I grab the largest looking cupcake and immediately bite into it. The sweet goodness fill my taste buds and I sigh.

Mrs Dunhill chuckles.

"It's great, huh? I never could get my red velvet cupcakes as moist and sweet as your mom's."

"But your chocolate one's were really good the other day though." I say with a mouth full.

"Rose, do not talk with your mouth full." My mom says sternly.

"Sorry." I mumble sheepishly. "May I ask why Mrs Dunhill is here?" I ask politely.

"Oh yes, I wanted to ask you a favour if that's okay."

"Sure, anything."

"See, I know you're really busy this year given that it's senior year and your mom told me that you are also organising the school's charity event as well. But I wanted to know if you maybe had extra time atleast once a week to help Asher with his maths. He's at risk of failing and I really don't want that to happen. It's a lot to ask, but please if you can, it would be really nice. I trust you to help him improve on his school work."

I gulp deeply when she ends off. I feel my heart beat accelerate, realising I've been put in a predicament. Mrs Dunhill has always been so good towards me and my family, how could I say no to her? I do have some free time and no matter how badly Asher treats me, I do not want him to fail. I inhale deeply.

"Ok." I squeak out.

"Really? Are you sure? Ah, that amazing Rose. Thank you so much. If you change your mind I could always hire a tutor but I doubt he would listen to them and it won't make a difference. You two seems like good friends," she smirks slightly. "And he seems to really like you."

"Asher doesn't like me." I blurt out. "I mean, he does like me as a human being but he doesn't like, like like me as like a crush or anything."

I blush and look down when both my mom and Mrs Dunhill chuckles.

"I know my son, and I know when he likes someone. You two have known eachother for a very long time now. He's comfortable with you."

But I'm not comfortable with him.

"So you will still do it, right?" My mom asks.

"Yes, of course."

I keep digging myself further into this hole that is already two feet into the ground.

"Great! I will pay you by the hour."

"What? No, that won't be necessary Mrs Dunhill." I smile.

"Are you absolutely sure?" She frowns. "I know that teenagers need money these days."

"I'm sure." I assure her. My mom taught me to be polite, and accepting money from Mrs Dunhill don't feel right to me. She's a family friend and she's been friends with my mom ever since she married Mr Dunhill. They always do us favours it would only be fitting to do a favour for her.

"Okay, awesome. I told Asher to come around here after school. He'll be here any second."

My eyes widen in surprise. "But...but.."

"Is there a problem with that?" Mrs Dunhill asks, a smirk lining her face.

"Uh, no." I say nervously. I grab another cupcake before my mom can protest and send them a smile before hurrying out of the kitchen. At this point I'm stress eating at the thought of Asher coming over to our house, especially after what happened and what I said. Halfway up the stairs, I hear the door bell ring. I pause for a second, listening to what's happening downstairs. I hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door, than I hear the sound of the door opening.

I don't wait a second longer to run further up the stairs. I reach the second floor and ascend the stairs once again to the third floor. We should seriously invest in an elevator. I can't walk this much just to get to my room everyday. When I get to my room I bang the door shut immediately.

I have to undress out of this school clothes before my mom calls me to come downstairs. Mrs Dunhill will want to discuss the arrangements of me tutoring Asher. I hope that she decides on one day a week. I can't stand to be around Asher for longer than that. Especially after what he did to Kennedy. I pull off my tie first and messily throw in on my dressing table. I kick my black pumps off and unbutton my skirt before slipping out of it. I unbutton my shirt and become frustrated when the buttons can't unbutton fast enough. When it's finally off, I pull my hair out of its bun causing it to fall down my shoulders in soft waves.

I don't want to look like a cupcake eating troll in front of Asher, and I was thinking about what both his mom and Brandon had said. Brandon said something about Asher being defensive over me for nothing, and his mom said that he likes me. Maybe he does, and he's just acting mean to me to cover up his feelings.

I walk towards my closet, ready to put on a nice dress and maybe even a bit foundation to cover up my freckles. I'm engulfed in surprise when I hear the door to my room opening. I turn around and expect to see my mom, but I see Asher instead. I completely freeze and my eyes go wide.

I'm either dreaming, or Asher just caught me almost butt naked in my anime underwear. Oh god.

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Rosie is so weird lmfao she's like me

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