Nice song. A little funny, but nice. And revengeful.
I like it. *smirks*
And how's that pizza? Sorry if I keep on posting pizzas, but can't help it, I'm addicted.
Fate is such a bitch/an asshole.
I'm not too sure about the gender.
Just as me and Elliot were about to call a truce, Asher came. It's like fate wants us to fight, to argue.
Maybe it's a source of entertainment for her or him. Again, not sure about the gender.
"No? So you want me to interrupt you?" I hear Cass ask over the phone.
I didn't even bother replying and cut the line.
I have to act fast. Or else, well, another one of my vases will be broken.
At this moment, I can imagine three scenarios clearly in my mind.
1) Asher enters house, Elliot and Asher see each other, a glaring contest and a catfight.
Or,
2) Asher enters house, Elliot and Asher see each other, they both get angry and leave.
Or maybe,
3) Asher doesn't enter house, thanks to me, and no glaring contest or catfight or getting angry or leaving.
Third choice seems the best.
But how? I can't just go down and be like 'Get lost, jerk.'
Maybe I can, but I don't have a good reason to go down. A reason for Elliot.
Ah, yes. My phone.
I quickly called Asher, which was on my speed dial, I'm not sure why though.
"Hello?" I heard Asher say on the other end.
"Get lost, now." I responded.
"What?"
"Do not enter my house."
"Wait, so you know I'm here?"
"No shit."
"But why? Like, why can't I come to your house?" He whined.
"Cause' I fucking said so."
"You're definitely hiding something. I'm coming now." He informed, his voice deadly serious.
"You can't." I replied, sounding a little desperate.
"Why, Jess?"
"Cause'...Cass is changing in the living room."
What? That was all I could think of. Hopefully, I didn't encourage him more to come here. Nah, he isn't that kind of guy. He's the Mr. Goody Shoes with colourful words.
"What? Why?"
"Because her room's door is jammed."
"What about your room? Or the bathroom?"
"Uh...their doors jammed too. It's weird."
I am a horribly bad liar.
"Okay...I'll be up in five minutes."
That's too less.
"No! I mean, uh, I need you to get something. It's important."
Excuses, excuses. But I need him to go somewhere so that I can get Elliot out of the house without him noticing.
"I'm not your servant." He answered.
"Please, it's super important."
"If it's not, I ain't going."
"Okay. It's-"
"Whiney!" I heard Elliot yell from the living room.
He just had to call me that.
Placing my hand on the phone's speaker, I yelled back to him.
"One sec!"
"Hello?" I hear Asher ask from the phone.
"Yeah. I'm back."
"Who was that?"
He sounded suspicious. Great job, Elliot.
"Cass. She, needs that thing fast."
"Oh, yeah. So what is it that she needs so desperately?"
"Pads."
That's the only thing I could think which seemed to be important enough for him to actually go.
"Uh..."
I made the conversation awkward, didn't I?
"Yes. Now. Okay, bye."
And I cut the line. From my window, I see Asher going back into the car whilst rubbing the back of his neck. After a few seconds, he drove off.
"Whiney? Uh, how long?" Elliot yelled again.
This guy was seriously irritating me now.
"Here I am." I skipped in front of him and gave him a sickly sweet smile.
See? Told you I was irritated.
"Gods, Whiney. Took you ages." He gave out a small laugh.
"Sorry. Important call." I answered, sheepishly.
"Hopefully not from your new boy toy," he said whilst glaring at me.
"Uh..."
Was he serious? Did he really mean that?
If he did, then let's just say that I felt really bad. Horribly bad. It felt as if someone was cutting my heart with a knife.
I felt my eyes starting to fill with tears and my throat felt tighter. All the signs of crying began showing up in me.
"Just kidding, Whiney. Sorry, if you felt bad." Elliot spoke as he chuckled.
"No, no. It's alright. Anyways, you see, the call..." I began explaining him some random lie to drive him outta here but he cut me off.
"I don't want the details of that damn call which interrupted us. I want to tell you something real important."
That was just plain rude.
"You wanna break up, right?" I suggested, politely, trying to end this as quick as possible.
"What? You crazy? No! Never! I wanna continue our relationship," he said.
"What?" I exclaimed.
You've got to be kidding me. This is plain weird. No normal human would say this.
"Yeah. I mean, there's gotta be a reason behind you kissing him and then dating me. Also, I know that you wouldn't lead two guys at the same time. You're a good person, Whiney." Elliot explained.
Woah. He's so understanding at the wrong times.
"You...uh...what?"
"Don't be shocked. I really love you and won't let you go, no matter what."
He just the three magical words. Well, if you remove the 'really'. He confessed his love to me.
I don't believe it. He loves me. He really does.
Cue the increased heartbeat and breathing rate.
Am I supposed to say it back? In movies, I've seen this happen several times and if the girl doesn't say it back, the guy usually just ditches her at the end.
I don't wanna be ditched. I don't wanna be that girl who got her heart broken by a player. But at the same time, I'm not sure wether I actually 'love' him. I mean, come on, I wanted to be live my life as a spinster. And this is not it.
This isn't going according to my plan.
Before I could ponder about it further, I heard the door slam open.
Guess who just arrived at my doorsteps?
Asher.
Yay.
Judging by his expression, he looks pretty pissed off. With a pack of pads in his right hand.
He was in a really cool blue coloured shirt, which went well with his blue eyes. His jeans were the darkest shade of blue, so dark that it almost resembled black.
Or maybe it was black. I dunno.
"You love her?" Asher gritted through his teeth.
"Man, chill..." Elliot began but was cut off by Asher.
"You said the same fucking thing to her." Asher spoke in a low voice, throwing the pack of pads towards the window. Luckily, it was shut or else it would've fallen out.
"Ashford, I do not know who or what you're talking about," Elliot said, maintaining his calmness.
"Yeah right. Like I'll believe you." Asher spoke with a small smirk.
"Stop repeating history." He muttered, angrily.
"I can't help it if history is repeating itself. But trust me, this time it'll be different because there's no 'you' in this." Elliot spoke elegantly, getting up.
"Don't try doing anything. And get fucking lost before I permanently damage you," Asher warned.
"Oh, so you wanna fight, huh? I'm ready. Come on, let's end this once and for all." Elliot challenged.
Stuff was about to get violent. I can at least predict that much.
And I can't let that happen. I don't want any of them getting hurt.
"Guys, no fighting in here. Seriously, stop this," I said, slowly walking towards them.
"Let it begin." Asher ordered without sparing me a glance.
"No! No fighting, please." I begged, looking at the both of them.
"Sure, Asher." Elliot replied, mocking him by calling him the nickname I had given him.
Why're they ignoring me? Idiots.
And then it started. A fight.
Asher began it by throwing a punch using his left hand towards Elliot's beautiful face, but he dodged it with ease.
Next, Elliot quickly threw a small punch straight at Asher's torso, which Asher was barely able to dodge.
These boys have been practicing, I see.
Elliot smirked and asked, "A little rusty, huh?"
"Shut the fuck up," Asher replied, quickly.
Then Asher turned around and took a book from the shelf behind him and threw it towards Elliot. Unfortunately, Elliot wasn't able to dodge it and it hit him right on his face. Specifically, his nose.
He grunted in annoyance.
Also, his nose was bleeding.
That must've been one big book.
"Elliot! Gods, Ash, stop!" I screamed, but as it seems from the past few paragraphs, they've developed a new hobby of ignoring me.
Elliot quickly recovered and threw a kick towards the side of Ash's torso. His foot barely touched Ash before he sent a kick up Elliot's face.
Again, Elliot wasn't able to dodge it.
"You've been out of practice, bro." Asher commented, all puffy and out of breath.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Elliot answered back with a smug smile.
"And I've seen enough!" I yelled at Elliot.
"Jess, don't." Ash replied without taking his eyes off Elliot, as if that was supposed to calm me down.
"Ash, look at me!" I shouted.
He ignored me.
"Ash, please." I cried out.
He didn't ignore me this time and gave me a sideways glance.
"Stop this. I beg you, please." I spoke with my voice quavering, tears building up in my eyes.
"Jess-" Asher began but before he could complete, Elliot kicked Asher on the stomach using both his legs by taking support from the coffee table behind him.
Asher was taken back from the shock and crash landed on the floor after getting his head hit by the book shelf.
He lay down right there, groaning in pain. His head was bleeding, as he had hit the not-too-sharp edge of the shelf. His eyes were shut tight, but I knew that he wasn't unconscious just yet.
"Ash! No!" I shrieked, the tears now flowing out of my eyes freely.
I was so busy in sobbing uncontrollably after seeing Asher in that condition, that I didn't notice Elliot moving towards Ash slowly with his fist clenched tightly and a small smirk on his face.
Suddenly, I didn't like that smirk. It seemed more creepy than charming to me now.
No more fighting now. This was enough.
So, to prevent Asher from getting hurt any further, I ran in front of him just before Elliot could throw a punch at his face.
Which means Elliot accidentally punched my face.
It hurt a lot more than I expected it would.
I gasped, clutching my nose tightly, the tears flowing out of my eyes even more fiercely now.
"Ah, shit, Jess..." Elliot began apologising, with a trail of blood down his nose like a waterfall.
"Go. Now." I managed to say with my voice coming out muffled due to my hand on my nose and also because I was crying.
Elliot nodded slowly and left after giving me one look which clearly said 'I'm sorry'.
I didn't buy it.
It still hurts a lot. It's almost unbearable and I want to scream, but I can't. I don't know why but I can't. It's like my voice isn't working.
I continued sobbing and glancing at my bloody hand constantly for a few more seconds in that very position until I felt someone stroke my hair softly.
Oh, I was still sitting in front of Ash. I turned around to see him smiling.
"Ash? You okay?" I whispered between my sobs.
"You think I'm okay? But...hey, what happened to you?" He answered, the smile disappearing immediately as he stared at my nose.
He didn't see all that.
"Nothing." I quickly muttered. It seems he understood the situation.
"That asshole. I'll walk on his grave someday." Ash murmured.
Then I noticed a really small pool of blood on the floor, the spot vertical to his head.
"I'll call the ambulance," I decided and walked towards the sofa to get my phone.
"There's...there's no need to. I just have a small headache, nothing major." Ash suggested, attempting to get up.
I simple raised an eyebrow and he looked down in guilt.
"I'm sorry for not listening earlier," he apologised.
"It's not okay," I said. "But I'm glad that you're okay."
"Aww you care for me."
"No shit I do."
I quickly called an ambulance, even after Asher tried to bribe me into not doing that using a large tub of cookies and dough ice cream.
Yeah, it was hard to refuse. But when your nose hurts like chopped up fingers, it tough to pay attention towards ice cream.
So, we chilled on the sofa with mine and Asher's bleeding nose and head, respectively, waiting for the ambulance to arrive whilst Asher cracked jokes about bananas.
Though I can't believe, he was able to make me laugh even at the worst of situations.
That boy's got some talents.
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Study is so boring.