Chapter Two: Thank you lord

We walk over to a bench near a tree. I sat down as he sat across from me. A small silence clouded us as we sat staring at each other. Clearing his throat he broke the barrier.

"Alyssa?" He said. I smile; I like how he made my name sound. I could definitely get used to that; him saying my name, over and over. I quickly found myself lost in my imagination.

Cracking out of my thoughts I rejoin the conversation that he has seemed to have started. Why couldn't he just want to voluntarily say my name over and over?

"Asher?" I asked.

"So you're the Alyssa Brookes that I've heard Cameron talk so much about?" Asher asked as I nod.

"So you're the Asher Jones that I've heard all the girls talk so much about?" He nods sheepishly.

After checking the time he then said, "Well then since we've got twenty minutes till class starts how about we play..." He trailed off thinking of a 'get-to-know-you' game.

"Twenty questions?" I offer. After a moment Asher nodded his head leaning his forearms on the table between us and started.

"Question one: Do you like peanut butter sandwiches?" He asked.

"Yes. Question two: Would you rather have a pet snake or monkey?" I quickly reply.

"Monkey. Question three: What's the most adventurous thing you've ever done?" He asks.

"Skinny dipped. Question four: What's your favorite shaped country?" I ask him.

"Australia. Question five: If you were trapped in a house that only had bread, jam, pasta sauce and bacon, what would you eat first?" He replies.

"Pasta sauce sandwich. Question six: If you were forced would you pick to either wear make-up for a whole day or have hot pink fake nails?" I ask.

His face scrunched up a little in horrified thought. "Make-up for a day. Question seven: If you were king for a day what would you do?" He said.

Ha! A song reference. "Rob a bank with water pistols." He let out a bark of laughter. So he's a fan. Pierce the Veil is the best band ever. As his laughter died down I found myself missing the melodic sound. "Question eight: If you had to choose would you be a Bieber believer or a Directoner?" I ask.

"Directioner. Question nine: Favourite colour?" He said.

"Red. Question ten: Polka dots, zebra or cheater print?" I state although the answer has more effect if you're both girls.

"Zebra print. Question eleven: Old classic songs or modern pop music?" He asks.

"Old classic songs. Question twelve: Would you rather plan to die falling out of a helicopter or getting eaten by your future in-laws?" He thought for a second before answering.

"I don't know, what are your parents like?" He said with a wink.

I laughed a little, "What makes you so sure I'd accept your proposal?" He laughed.

"What makes you so sure I'm the one that proposed?" We both laughed for a bit before sobering up again.

"Touché, well my mother is a alcoholic skank and my dads a deadbeat so I suppose your safer with that answer." He looked at me with a sympathetic look but I just smiled and shook my head. I didn't need pity; there are children that are worse off than me.

"Question thirteen: IPhone or Android?" He said.

"IPhone. Question fourteen: Taylor Swift or Carly Rae Jepsen?" I ask.

"Carly Rae Jepsen. Question fifteen: Team Jacob or Edward?"

"Edward. Question sixteen: If we were in Paris would you rather try eating frogs legs or snails?" I ask.

"Frogs legs, I'm not good with gooey-ness. Question seventeen: What fairytale princess would you be if you had the choice?" He asks.

"Princess Fiona or Belle. Question eighteen: What Kardashian would you pick to be betrothed to if they were all offering?" I say then take a breath.

"Well Kim has a nice body but she acts a bit slutty sometimes and Khole's alright but seems a bit moody. I think I'd pick Kourtney she seems nice and normal. Question nineteen: If Channing Tatum, Alex Petifyer and Liam Payne were all nominated for The Best Abs award, who would you vote for?" He says with a laughing smile on his face.

"Channing Tatum." I exclaim easily, already having the answer.

Hmm question twenty. Now this has to be an important one. Maybe something subtle "Question twenty: Do you believe in love at first sight?" I so feel like laughing, putting him on the spot like that.

Dear lord,

Please let him say yes.

Let him say yes he does believe in love at first sight.

Because I know I do.

This one took a minute for him to think about but he didn't take his eyes off of me. "Yeah. I do now" He smiles at me.

Thank you lord

We sat there about a minute longer before we heard the bell ring.

"Can I see your schedule?" I give him my schedule as I start to stand up.

"Wait here a minute" he said. I obey, waiting until he returns. Hoping he does return. Hoping he didn't just ditch me. I know that I would be a little bit late to homeclass but it was all worth it when he appeared by my side a minute later holding his hand out for me. I gladly took it and we walk into school.

We walk into the hall, students scattering to class quickly trying to beat the bell. We walk straight to my homeclass, the physical contact sizzling my skin as he kept his hand on the small of my back.

The door was still open and the teacher wasn't there yet. I turn to face Asher but found he was closer then before. I panicked. "Bye!" I call as I rush into class.

How awkward!

(A/N)

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