Asher rolls his eyes and then turns back to me. "One more." He leans back in and kisses me for a second, biting my lip and then pulling away. He leans his forehead against mine and breathes deeply.
"I don't think I can fucking contain myself tonigh...
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I look into the wall made out of mirrors across from my class. Dawson is standing behind me, holding onto my waist.
My skin feels like it's crawling. Asher said he shouldn't be touching me.
But do you want him to touch you, Allie?
No, I don't think I do. I want Asher to touch me.
"Alright, so, for today's exercise we'll be..."
The door busts open and I look up to see Asher stumbling into the room. Asher, what is Asher doing here?
He straightens up with a sheepish smile and looks around. "Sorry I'm late Coach," he smirks a little.
Late? Late for what?
"It's fine, Asher. Um, alright, Asher has just joined the lacrosse team so is it alright if he joins us?" Coach Fisher asks Miss Harper.
"Yeah, of course. We're already all paired up but just join a group of two and you and the other guy can rotate every, say, fifteen minutes."
Without hesitation, Asher makes a beeline for me. What the fuck does he think he's doing?
My blood is boiling. Asher joined the lacrosse team just so I won't be alone with Dawson. Are you fucking kidding me.
I grit my teeth as he pushes Dawson over a little and holds onto me tighter from behind. I close my eyes, willing my temper not to make me go insane.
"Asher, since you weren't here yesterday, you go first and let Allie catch you up," Miss Harper instructs. Asher nods, a smug look on his face. Dawson goes and stands up against the wall, leaving just me and Asher.
He turns me around and holds me by the waist, smirking a little. I swear, I'm about to slap the smirk right off his face.
"Asher, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I hiss, trying to keep my voice down.
His expression drops a little. "I just- well I mean I just wanted to try out lacrosse so-"
"Cut the shit Asher, you were just so jealous of Dawson you got into this class."
I'm fuming now, but I sway a little with him, trying to make it look like I'm actually catching him up.
"Why can't I join this class, huh? What's so wrong with me being here? Unless, you're into him," he tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed.
Wow. That fucking hit me, right in the heart. I'm not just pissed now, I'm hurt.
I step a little away from him and look up at him with disgusted eyes. "Do you not trust me?"
His eyes turn softer. He's realized he screwed up. But I don't care. It doesn't take away what he said.
"That's not it, Allie, it's just- everyone here thinks we're dating we have to act like it, we have to..."
