Asher texted me and asked me if I could come over after school and I texted back.
Me: no, sorry I'm busy with homework
And no reply back.
Minutes later, 1 notification.
Asher: oh alright well how about I help you with your homework?
Me: really? You'd help me?
Asher: yeah I'm not that stupid that I can't help my own girlfriend with her homework
Me: aw ur so sweet I'll be over at 4
Asher: okay love
Then we end it there.
He called me his girlfriend and I have a feeling he meant it.
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I'm at his house when he tells me "You know, my parents are coming back tomorrow and my brother said I could drive his Lamborghini as long as I bring it back-" I cut him off.
"No, Asher what about the homework?" I say.
"We'll be right back and we'll get right on it I promise," he says.
I give in "Fine. I don't know why you talked me into doing this," I sigh.
Later on, he's on the road driving 105 miles per hour and I'm yelling for him to slow down before the cops pull us over.
"Baby, relax. How do you feel about going to grab some pizza?" He asks.
"Asher," I sigh as I slouch in the seat and try to relax.
"Please, it won't take long," he says.
I give in again "Fine," I say.
A half hour later, we're back on the road driving around.
Almost two hours later and he's still driving around, smiling like the biggest idiot ever.
"Asher okay, can we go back now?"
"Alright," he tells me.
He drives us back and it's 9:45 p.m.
"Asher!" I yell.
"What?" He asks.
"My parents are already home! I'm gonna get grounded!" I yell.
"Okay before you get angry at me...I my brother didn't really say I could drive his car around, I took it without asking him and I lied to you about helping you with your homework because I didn't want you to go home so early," he says.
"I'm leaving," I say.
"Why are you so mad?" He says, grabbing my wrists to make me talk to him.
"You lied to me Asher!" I exclaim before pushing his hands off my wrists.
"Yeah but at least I admitted it," Asher says to me.
I sigh heavily "Your stupid Asher."
"Don't go there, no one's perfect," a bit of anger in his voice.
"Do you wanna break up?" I snap at him.
"Sophie," he sighs.
"If you do, it's cool," I say to Asher.
"No, Sophie," he says to me.
"I really think it would be for the best," I suggest.
He sighs and grabs my waist.
"I don't have time for thi-" he cuts me off by kissing me.
I refuse his kiss but sooner or later, I'm kissing him.
And we have amazing, hot, make up sex.
We're tearing each others clothes off and roughly kissing each other like it's the last day to live.
I sleep in his arms, in his room until 6:56 am and I can't put my clothes back on because they're torn.
I throw on Asher's blue t shirt and size medium black shorts that we're in his dresser.
I go back home and knock on the door.
The door swings open "Sophie! Omg, where have you been?"
"I forgot to let you know that I was going over a friends house," I lie.
"Honey, me and your father we're worried to death," she explains to me.
"I'm so sorry," I apologize.
"Next time, your grounded," she says strictly.
"Okay mom," I say.
After that, I just fall asleep until my mom wakes me up for school.
Hiiii
Xoxox
,Tia
YOU ARE READING
The Bad Boy Isn't So Bad
Non-Fiction"I'm the person who's bed your gonna end up in baby doll," he says, his eyes burning holes into me as I get my books out of my locker. "Fuck boy," I mumble. "Sorry what was that?" he asks. "I called you a fuck boy, now get lost," I say.
