Chapter eight

*This chapter is funny*

Chapter 8

Did you know that people could be wrong more than three times in one day? Well I just learned that lesson when Asher pulled away and said, “Cam, I have to tell you something.”

I smile and ask, “What? Is it that important that you had to stop kissing me to tell me? Right now?”

“That’s what seems like the best thing to do.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well I really think you might want to know about this.” His eyes got really wide right then as if saying, please stop and listen, so we can get back to kissing as soon as possible (That was a rough translation, just to let you know).

“Okay go on.” I said with a sad sigh.

“Well you know how nobody knows what my dad does for a living?”

“Yeah?”

“Well remember a few years ago how that kid looked up what my did for a living on Google?”

“Yeah?” I say uncertain to why this is so important.

“He did do that, but that’s not the reason why he and his family moved far away.”

“Then what was Asher?”

“Well…”

“Asher, just tell me! I promise I won’t get mad!”

That apparently gave him the guts to say this really fast, “It was because he really liked you and he kept boasting in the locker room that he was going to kiss you the next week on stage at the school dance after you sang. I told my dad and he knew that I liked you. So he got really mad and then… Yeah” He pulls me on his lap and tries to kiss me. When he feels me not leaning in but leaning away, he opens his eyes.

“What!” I practically scream.

“Please don’t make me say it again.” I just stare at him and get off of his lap. “Hey, you said you wouldn’t get mad!”

“That was before you said… That!” I yell at him. I am so furious right now. Ugh! I can’t even look at him, which is kind of hard when your hands are cuffed together. He spins me around, kind of dips me, and looks me in the eyes.

He says, “Remember earlier when we were talking and you said you thought it was cute when I got mad at Griffin?”

“Yes.” I say through clenched teeth.

“Well that was the same deal, but you know, before.”

“Asher it doesn’t feel like the-“ Asher kisses me. Hard. I stayed in his arms but didn’t do anything.

He stops and says, “Cam, how long are you going to stay mad at me?”

“A month.”

“I think I could change that.”

“Whatever.” I say scoffing.

“Do you really want to find out?’

“N-no.” I reply kind of stuttering.

“Okay.” He crawls to one of the corners so I have to go with him. I try to get as far away from him as possible.

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Twenty minutes later

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I. Am. Going. To. Die. Someone turned the air conditioning on in the front seat so now it’s freezing and I’m extremely tired. Somehow Asher is managing to stay warm with his stupid school uniform. The guys have to wear a cuffed jacket and long khaki pants on the other had the girls have to wear a skirt to a person’s fingertip length, which seemed like a good idea about twelve hours ago. I look over at Asher he’s sleeping peacefully.

So that was the only reason why I poked him and asked, “Asher?”

“Yes, my love?” I think he was still sleepy or something, because he acted like he forgot about our fight already.

“May, I…?”

“Come here.” He says trying to hide his amusement, but was so not succeeding. I snuggle up to him, but not in a lovey dovey way, I’m still mad at him, and he puts his jacket over him and me. It smelled really good.

“Good night, my Cammie.” I would have corrected him, but then he started to sing again and I feel asleep before I could say anything else.

I woke up the next day with tingles coming from every spot something very soft touched my face. I giggled and rolled over. The soft thing kept touching my head though, so I decided to open my eyes and check it out for myself.

I hear him mutter, “Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning yourself.”

“Come here.”

I got on his lap and asked, “Asher, what happened last night?” Still sleepy

“Oh nothing important.” When he said that a little to quickly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I stand up then hit my head. I remembered that were still in the trunk.

“Ow!” I say.

“Let me see it.”

“No! I’m still mad at you.”

“It didn’t seem like it a few seconds ago.”

“That was before I remembered what happened.”

“Then it was easy enough to forget?” He asks.

“No! I was still tired and in a happy place.” He frowns at that and brings me to him. He looks at my head and said, “You’ll live.” That made me madder for some reason. I get up and moved away from him, pushing myself into a corner. He comes over and looks me in the eyes.

He says, “I really do love you and it really never was the inteblantition talking. It was me. I’m not saying we need to get married right now, but I do love you. I have messed up and I really would take back what happened if I could.” He seemed sincere.

“I am sincere.”

“What?”

“You said you seem sincere, but I don’t really know.’

“I never said that. I thought it though.”

“I think it’s happening Cam.”

“That’s impossible, Aubrey said at least 24 hours it’s only been, like what? An hour since then?”

“I don’t know what else it could be though.”

“Me neither.”

“Cam.”

“Yeah,” I say still mad at him for getting the ultra senses before me and of course the other thing…

“I really do love you.” I don’t reply. I was thinking to hard. Then another thought occurred to me. Asher can hear my thoughts. He heard everything I just thought and I didn’t want him to.

“Asher!”

He looks at me with a funny face and asks, “That’s what you think about? Everyday?”

“Yeah! What do you think about?”

“Never mind that, but man! That is just gross.”

“I’m sure yours couldn’t be much nicer either.”

“Well I’m a guy. You’re a girl, you have no excuse.”

“Thanks for noticing Asher.” I say rolling my eyes.

“ Well whatever. Do you know what else comes with the mind thing?”

“Well I know they make you senses better. So maybe you’ll be able to see better, hear, smell, taste, and touch better?”

“How can you touch better?”

“I don’t know! You’re the one who asked.” He just laughed and leaned in to kiss me.

“Oh, no you don’t! I’m still mad at you.”

“Did you like him?”

“Like who?”

“You know that kid that my dad kind of exiled.”

“No, but that could have been my first boyfriend.”

“I thought you were glad that I was your first,” he said it with a smile in his eyes. He is not getting off that easy. “I wish you would just forgive me already. I really am sorry. I just want to kiss you so much!”

“Wow. That’s new.”

“What?” He asks

“I didn’t know you wanted to kiss me that much.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh. My. Gosh. It’s happening Asher! I heard what you thought.”

“Oh crap.”

“Shut up!” I shove him playfully.

“Well it’s just…” He kisses me and I’m so happy that I didn’t protest this time. “Thanks, I needed that.’

“You are so weird.”

“I love you too.” We kiss again and again and again…