Page 34 of Be Your Forever
How could I forget? It’s the reason for my hatred for her.
And Asher.
Sophomore year of high school
Damn, Asher looks good. I stand up from the couch; my body sways and my head feels dizzy. How much have I had to drink? I look down at the red Solo cup, then back at Asher. If I’m going to follow through with my plan, I need as much liquid courage as possible. I toss the remainder of the drink back and paste on a confident smile before making my way toward him. I make sure to add an extra sway to my hips, hoping that he’ll notice and want to pull me away from the party to do not so safe for work things. I search for my brother, making sure he’s nowhere near his best friend. If I’m going to embarrass myself, I’d rather him not be around to witness it. And I don’t think he wants to hear his little sister whisper dirty, dirty things to his best friend.
“Asher,” I slur my words, throwing my arms around him. I can’t believe I’m acting on my years-long crush.
“Woah. Hi, bear.” Asher stumbles back from the force of my hug. I don’t care. His arms are around my waist, and I feel his touch everywhere.
“How much have you had to drink? Maybe we need to cool it a little, huh?” Asher laughs.
“I’m not that drunk. There is something I want, though.” I whisper in his ear, and I swear I hear him groan. Excellent, my plan is working.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
I lean in closer so that I’m right next to his ear when I whisper, “I want your dick inside me, painting my pussy with your cum.” I feel Asher’s arms tighten around my body as he takes a sharp inhale.
“Bri, I–” he starts, but I interrupt him.
“Hold that thought. I need to pee.” I run to the bathroom. When I finish and come out, I am stopped by the queen bitch herself.
Giselle.
“I think it’s cute, your little crush on Asher. Guys like him don’t go for plain girls like you. I would know.” Giselle grins at me as she wipes the corners of her mouth.
“That man sure knows what to do with his dick.” Giselle winks, cackling as she walks away.
And just like that, my plan is ruined. And I’m now sober as fuck. I finish my business before I walk out. I notice Asher trying to capture my attention, but I ignore him. He thinks he can do shit like that and continue what we were about to do? Ha. Thinkagain, pretty boy.
“What do you want, Giselle?” I ask, blinking back the tears that are threatening to come.
“Why would I ever need anything from you? You’ll just take what you want anyway.” Giselle finally steps out of my way, but not before sending her final blow.
“I hope you know we fucked the other day. He may call you when he wants agood time,but I’m the one they call when they want to be satisfied the right way. That shirt is a littletootight, don’t ya think?” She wiggles her fingers at me before flipping her hair over her shoulders and walking out the door.
See? Everyone can see how pathetic you are. Asher only fucked you because he feels sorry for you.Laughter from outside the door briefly interrupts my internal dialogue, only to use it against me seconds later.You hear that? I bet Asher is telling everyone about how gross your body is. If it weren’t for Avery asking for his help, he wouldn’t be hanging around you.
Tears are freefalling over my cheeks now, and my breath lodges in my throat, suffocating me as if I swallowed a softball. I need to get out of here. I make it about halfway to the bar’s exit, my phone open to the Uber app, before I feel a hand gripping my arm.
“What are you doing? I thought I told you to stay in the office.” Asher. Of course he would spot me. I don’t answer him, but any attempts to shake myself free are thwarted when he turns me around.
“Bear, what happened?” Asher’s face is distorted with concern.
“Don’t call me that.” Hurt laces my tone. I really don’t want him to see me cry. “Let me go.”
“No.”
“No? Asher, I-I can’t be here. I n-need to go.” My voice cracks with each word.
“No, you’re gonna stay here and we’re gonna talk about it. You know how dumb the miscommunication trope is in books. We aren’t going to play those games when we can have a conversation. You can either walk into my office willingly, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and bring you in there myself. What’s it gonna be?”
Asher is completely serious. Also, how the hell does he know aboutbook tropes?I’ll have to ask him about that. I have no choice but to talk to him, but I’m terrified of the answers I might get. I yank my arm out ofhis hold and walk back to his office, but not before hearing him murmurgood girl.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll join you.” I try not to flinch when he kisses my forehead by the door of the office, but I can’t help it. Asher notices, and a hurt expression flashes across his face before he pastes on a smile. This is going to be a fun conversation.
Asher
