Episode 8 - About Last Night

Thinking things through with all that adrenaline rush, was something practically impossible. It was like my body did it’s freewill this very minute. But I didn’t blame it.

If anything, we were in grave danger.

And, there was no hell of a way I was calming down, until the impending danger was gotten rid of.

As I got on Asher’s bike, there was one thing on my mind. It was a thought that I hoped he was really fast that we lost the wolf behind us! Thinking of something else? Off course it was just that.

“Hold on still.” he ordered. If I didn’t listen well, I definitely would have had a hard time hearing. But I did listen well. Danger definitely could arouse many of one’s senses.

Occasionally, I looked back to check on the black wolf. Through the corner of my eyes, I could see it approaching us. When it bared its teeth covered in saliva at us, I closed my eyes shut immediately. I also hoped Asher would drive the bike faster.

Please, please, let he go faster than Barry Allen.

I silently prayed.

This was my number one thought, all the moment I was on the college bad boy’s bike.

My heart was beginning to pound in a really unstable manner. It thudded rapidly, every single moment, and it wasn’t showing any sign of calming down. My raven hair flew loosely in the air as Asher sped his motorcycle. I looked back again, with my hands still around him, in total fright.

I breathed in relief that second.

It seemed like we had lost the wolf.

But Asher didn’t care about that. He continued with the ride, moving so dangerously! Oh my god! How couldn’t I have noticed how fast he went? It seemed like we were in a motorcycle race with his pace.

My hands tightened more around his back, with so much scare. I was beginning to become saner; in a way.

“Slow down, will you?!” I didn’t even know when I yelled that out of dread and distress. For a brief milli-second, he looked back through the corner of his eye. The next thing he did do, was continue with the same pace.

That made me so frightened that I began to pray silently again, inside.

Why was my life this jumbled?

I escape a near-death experience with a wolf only to face another one from my so-called crush’s driving skills?

Didn’t he care about the risks involved in this? We could get hit by a truck and that could be the end. No karaoke, no Whitney or my best friend, Cole... Nope, nope, not happening. I had to talk to Cole before I die.

I mean, we had an argument, right?

I found myself thanking my stars when we halted directly in front of my house. Timidly, my chin directed down. I was so unsure of what to do.

Okay, this is awkward...

I thought.

“Your hands,” he breathed out.

That brought me to a realization. I bolted my eyes with embarrassment, before trailing out,

“Oh...”

I quickly got down from his bike with my back pack. The effect caused the material to fall on the floor. My books were all over the bare ground. Clumsily, I reached for it, still under his watchful eye.

This was even the harder part. I mean, why did he have to watch me do this?

Asher sighed with a grunt before highlighting the bike with a stoic look on his features. My heart almost flipped in ten folds when he reached for my books. He assisted me in putting them into my bag. But one of them caught his attention, thus, his eyes scanned through it.

“Really?” he questioned, in regards to the romance book that contained his hands. My hands immediately dragged it from his, before putting it back into the bag. He stood up and headed up straight to his bike, getting on it.

“Wait,” I said, stretching my hands towards him, to stop him from going. I had so many things to say to him. About last night...

Just now too.

Why did he save me? Why did he keep saving me and ignoring me whenever I tried to speak to him…? He couldn’t keep doing this, really. Thus, I knew I had to say something.

“About last night...” I trailed out, unsure of what to make out from my mouth. I felt my knees grow instantly weak. My hands caressed my backpack, as I waited for him to say something.

Anything at least.

He practically ignored me throughout school hours and was trying to do the same to me now.

“That meant nothing to me. I’d forget it if I were you,”

His face was void of emotions as he said that. In all sense, it was like he didn’t care of people’s emotions in a bit.

I blinked my eyes to become more aware, totally unsure of what to do next. That made me wonder. Was he saying those things to piss me off? Or he really did mean it?

He got on his motorcycle, about to ride off. Hastily, I came directly in front of his bike.

“The hell?” he let out, bringing the engine to a halt.

“You saved me today and the other day at school, thank you for that. I get that you can forget all of that, but I really can’t, because I’ve liked you since sixth grade,” I uncontrollably let out.

It wasn’t until these words were out of my mouth, I realized what I had just said. I gave him one last look before scoffing and clenching my teeth, I stomped my feet towards my house, before entering.

When I got in, I saw my mum and dad on the couch in the sitting room.

“Hey Phoebe, you’re back!” Mum called out.

“I’m really sorry we left you both last night, dear.” Dad added.

“It’s fine,” I replied them.

“But—”

“I said, it’s fine!!” I yelled angrily. Their faces held horrid looks and I could tell that they were shocked at my sudden outburst. I couldn’t believe I had just yelled at my parents. I ran to my room, slamming my door shut.

Throwing my backpack to a side of my room, I removed my clothes sitting on the bed in my underwear. I bounced on the mattress, thinking about all that had just happened.

I couldn’t believe I had just done that.

It’s been so many years since I had a crush on Asher and I had never even dared to voice it out.

I literally just did that because I was so angry.

“Damn!” I seethed. I buried my head in my pillow, groaning out loud. A flashback of last night suddenly replayed into my head. Of when Asher buried my face into the pillow. It had been like this, just like this...

Wait, was I seriously thinking of him now after how he had just treated me?

“Get out of my head!!” I yelled.

I didn’t need him in my head after what just happened. It seemed like he had no regards for females in general. And, I hated him now for that.

I hate you, Asher Gilbert.

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A/n Almost a while guys... So, what did you think about this chapter? Hope you leave your thoughts on it. It inspires me to update again.