Chapter Nine - Friends!

Farrah

I had enjoyed my night with Asher and his Grandma. He was like a completely different person when he was around her. He was lovely and well behaved, nothing like he is at school or when it is only us.

“Do you have the cookies and that to take home with you?” Nancy asked.

“Yes, I have them right here,” I smiled, “Thank you for tonight. It has been a good night. And thank you for dinner, it was delicious and the cookies too,” I added.

“You are very welcome,” She smiled, “Please don’t be a stranger,” She added, hugging me.

“I won’t be,” I said, hugging her back.

I don’t know if I will see her again, that depends if Asher wants me around, but I couldn’t tell her that. We pulled apart and smiled.

“I will walk you out,” Asher said.

Nancy walked us to the door, saying one last goodbye before closing the door and headed back inside. Asher walked me out to my car. I rested against it.

“Thank you for doing this, coming over,” He smiled.

“I had a good time,” I smiled, “Your Grandma is the sweetest,” I added.

“Yes, she is something special,” He smiled.

Asher stepped in close to me, and reached up, and pushed the hair away from my face. He never stopped there, his hand moved down, and he caressed my cheek. I moaned softly, closing my eyes over and moved into his touch.

“Asher, what are you doing?” I asked, slowly opening my eyes to look at him.

He seemed closer to me than what he was when I closed my eyes over. He cupped my cheek in his hand, the other resting on my hip. I swallowed hard. No, I can’t let this happen again.

“I want to kiss you,” He whispered.

“Why? We aren’t pretending anymore, Asher, the day is over,” I stammered out, “And tomorrow is a new day, and according to everyone, we will have broken up,” I added.

He closed the spaces between our bodies, my back pressing into my car and trapping me between it and his body. I grasped onto my car, the speed of my breathing picking up.

“And I am not pretending that I want to kiss, because I do actually want to kiss you,” He said, “And the day isn’t over just yet,” He added.

I don’t get it, why does he want to kiss me? He must have some plan or something because there is no way that he wants to kiss me. I don’t believe it. I won’t believe it. He can get any girl he wants, so there is no way I am the one he has chosen to kiss, without there being a reason behind it. Maybe he gets some sort kick out of messing with me.

“I don’t believe you,” I said.

“You don’t believe me about what?” He said, looking at me, confused.

“That you want to kiss me,” I replied.

I was ignoring the heat rising on my cheeks. I am not going to be some pawn in whatever game he is playing. Yes, we had a great time at his house, but I know him more for what he is like when he isn’t at home.

“You don’t believe me? Meaning what?” He spoke.

“Exactly what I said,” I said, “Asher, I know you don’t like me in that way, and maybe you are used to the girls giving you what you want even though you don’t feel anything for them, but that isn’t me,” I added.

I am not stupid and naïve. I know what he is after. I am just another girl to him, no matter how much he tries to make me believe I am not.

“You know what, think what you want,” He said, pulling away from me, and shaking his head, “I will see you around,” He added.

I didn’t get a chance to speak because he turned and walked away, heading inside. I stood there, flabbergasted. I wasn’t expecting him to act that way. I was only telling the truth. He is who he is, and as I mentioned before I don’t judge him on that, I just don’t want to be added to his list. I have more respect for myself than that.

I sighed, getting myself into my car and made my way home. I felt bad. I didn’t mean to piss him off. I believe in honesty, and that is why I got straight to the point. I was hoping he would have been honest with me too. But I can’t expect that. We barely know each other.
It has been such a good day, and then I had to open my mouth and ended it not so good. All I wanted to do now was go home, get my pjs on, and curl up in bed with a book. I would text him later.

“Hey sweetie, how was your night?” my mum asked as I walked in.

“Hey mum, hey dad, yeah it was good, thank you,” I smiled, “Yours?” I added.

“We had a quiet night,” She said.

“I am going to my room, goodnight,” I said, hugging them both.

It was still early, not even nine p.m. yet, but I wasn’t in the mood for company. I headed straight to my room and got my pjs on. I grabbed my book and climbed into bed. I sighed and got myself comfortable. I tried to concentrate on my book, but I couldn’t. The way things ended with Asher was getting to me. I sat my book down and grabbed my phone. I opened a text, staring at the blank message for about ten minutes before typing.

Hey, I am sorry, I didn’t mean up make you mad, or whatever that was. I was just being honest X

I hit send. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t text me back. I sat it aside, not wanting to overthink it. Only moments later I feel my phone vibrate. I grabbed, seeing it was a text from Asher.

Asher: Honestly, I was more surprised than anything.

Farrah: Surprised, why?

Asher: Because I wasn’t expecting you to judge so quickly.

Judge? Is that what he thinks I was doing? I wasn’t, and if I was, it wasn’t on purpose.

Farrah: I wasn’t judging. I was telling the truth, and you know I was Asher.

I didn’t want to continue with this disagreement. He didn’t text back, and I didn’t push. If he wanted to talk to me or not, that was his choice.

***
I must have fallen asleep because I woke to phone ringing. I felt around for it and grabbed it. I didn’t even see whose name was on the screen before I answered it.

“Hello,” I said tiredly.

“Did I wake you?” I hear Asher’s voice say on the other end.

“Yes, I must have fallen asleep when I was reading,” I said, “Is everything OK?” I added.

I checked the time, seeing it was just after ten p.m.

“Yes, everything is OK,” He said, “I didn’t want to leave things the way we left them,” He added.

“Asher, I honestly wasn’t judging you, and I am sorry if it came across that way,” I said softly, “I was being realistic,” I added.

I hear him sigh on the other end of the phone.

“I know, and I am sorry I reacted how I did,” He said.

“It is OK. Friends?” I asked, hopeful.
“Yes, friends,” He replied.

I relaxed and smiled when he said that. I don’t know how us being friends will go, but I am willing to try.

“Thank you,” I said.

Asher and I chatted for a good half an hour and planned for me to pick him up before classes, and go for coffee, the same way we did this morning.

“Goodnight, Farrah,” He said.

“Goodnight, Asher,” I replied.

I was expecting him to hang up after that, but before he did.

“And I did want to kiss you, sweet dreams,” He said, hanging up.

I groaned in frustration. I wanted to scream into my pillow. I am confused, and he is very confusing for me. I think it is best that we stick with being only friends, right?

Ahh! I do not even know anymore.