Laura P. O. V:

"Laura, what in God's name was that?", Natalie shouted at me as we entered the crowded cafeteria for lunch. We occupied the empty wooden table, surrounded by groups of students, cawing and giggling.

"What? I got a little distracted.", I said, as I figdeted at the red sauce on my black hoodie, not knowing how it got there.

"A little? You were staring right into Asher's eyes for a solid five minutes.", Cassandra said with a adamant tone.

"Even he got flushed. His face was blushing red.", Natalie added.

"Stop it, I know what I did. Don't do a recap on all my embarrassing moments", I said as I pulled my baggy hoodie up and covered my embarrassed face.

"Nah! At least now he knows you are falling for him." Natalie convinced me.

Natalie is that one angel who feels warm and fuzzy always. Whenever I am sad, she would hug me tight and tell me to look on the bright side.

"Scratch the part where he said he want to spank you." Cassandra added.

Cass is the exact opposite of Natalie, oh! she is my evil twin. She did all the daring things with me, brought hell down to earth and would say mean truth to your face even if it hurts.

A perfect threesome made in heaven.

"That little bitch, Shirley started this.", Cass said, as she swirled up the red spaghetti with her fork and handed it to me.

Well. Why wouldn't she?

After a terrible history of bad days between us, Shirley turned evil and popular while I turned lonely island, until I met Cassandra and Natalie.

Shirley Valentina, the unspoken queen of the famous Crestwood school has the greatest voracity. Perfect body, intellectual mind, swipe of dollars and a big gluttony heart. She always get everything she want except what I have. No one ever dared to talk against her, YET!

All I got is a good heart and all assorted problems. Asher is one of the sweet trouble.

Shirley always seduces whoever ask me on a date, whether be a goofball, nerd or a loser. One time, Noah asked me out. He would be the last person she would date and yet that night he had hit Shirley jackpot and dumped me.

She always goes an extra mile to make me single.

But now, she is asking for the moon and for Pete sake, I'm not giving up on Asher.

In the multitude of geeks, jocks surrounded by a pool of girls, my eyes searched for Asher.

Asher Knight, the dreamboat of Crestwood high. He is a quaterback at our school's basketball, with his hunky biceps, Greek God face, his manly voice and gentleman's way all made him an eye candy for the girls.

Damn, puberty train hit him right in his crotch.

Rumors has it that Asher is known for his perfect Casanova, which is not true exactly as I had known him for few years and given the fact that he is my friend and my dance partner.

After we got transferred to the Crestwood high, we spent more time together as we had to practice. In contrast to the rumors, he had never tried to sneak or flirt with me, and respected me as a friend. Between the intense chemistry and our sweet friendship, he slipped right into my cold heart.

Raised under a silver roof, he may seem like every spoilt person, but he is a small child when treated right.

Suddenly my eyes caught his, as he stood at the other end of the table with his friends.

He was slouching on the table, his hands catching the basketball ricocheting from the ground. His friends glanced over our table, making fun of us as he punched them with a kittenish smirk.

Why is God so unfair? Sighs.

"Still drooling over someone who never even look at you?" The squeaking voice made me feel rage rushing to my bones.

And regret.

I ignored her while Cass was killing her with her eyes.

"Are you deaf, Laura?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you were talking to yourself, Shir." I said, turning back to her petite figure, her firm breast and a thin waist enhanced by her tight dress, her blue contacts shimmered in the sunlight.

With a disgusting look, she slouched on the edge of the table, with her arms crossed.

"Let me do a reality check. The boy you are checking out will be mine soon", She said with a extreme confidence.

"Really? Had he ever looked at you?" I asked.

She flipped her bronze straight ponytail, showing her low neck grey bodycon dress, which ended right below her butt, attracting attention to all right parts.

"Are you telling me that no one look at me?" She boasted, snicked her plump lips.

Everything is so damn right in her, the epitome of perfection.

Well, looking at me, my sweet food belly sitting cozily inside baggy clothes and my head topped with a cuckoo nest, my dark circled eyes as a result of working four hours part time and a hole in my right shoe and my purse. Nope. That's nothing to boast about my physique.

But, hey, Asher is my friend.

Scratch that I'm Asher's friend, in a most un-sexy way. But still it would really make Shirley pull her hair.

"Asher isn't like others. Asher likes someone who has a brain and also he is my best friend", I boasted at what I'm good at.

Studies. Because I need a degree to earn money and eat pizza.

A great wrong move.

Her face froze in utter shock for a split second and she burst into hysterical laughter, intriguing other's attention.

"Very funny, Laura. You are so hilarious. You and ... Him?"

God, Don't make a scene.

"Asher!" Her high pitched voice startled my heart out of my mouth, catching everyone's attention.

"Do you like her, honey?", She asked boldly.

"Are you kidding? Stop making a scene", I clutched her wrist as she wriggled out of my grip.

Curiosity surfaced his face, giving it an actual thought. Unlike me, fidgeting nervously, he maintained a cool composure like it wasn't a big deal.

But.

Instead of ignoring her like he always do, his lips played a sexy smirk, inviting more trouble.

No.

"Asher, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-", I said, begging him not to respond.

As we were in a forbidden dance team and since no one want to go to jail, we made a deal to keep our friendship a secret. I successfully avoided him for the past three years but damn! The more I ignore him, the more I fall for him.

Right now with all the girls crushing on him especially Shirley, a little part of me was afraid that he would leave me.

"Well, this is tough competition", he got up, munching on his fries.

"Tough? This is a easy question. You know she doesn't even have a chance. You and I, we belong toget-", said Shirley.

"Together?" he scoffed, "Since when were we a thing? Stop joking!"

"Alright, game over.", I tried not to burst the bubbles.

"It's not over till I say." Shirley said as she dragged me towards the centre of the hall.

"What the hell are you doing?", I stood in burning frenzy, as she blindfolded my eyes.

"What sick game is this? Stop it, right now." I could hear Asher's stubborn voice echoeing the hall.

"If you want this over. Choose.", Shirley shouted.

"Prove it that she is not supposed to have a chance with you", she shouted as more crowd gathered around us.

Soon, silence clouded me as I stood there in darkness, having no clue.

The footsteps of his shoes resounded inside the uncomfortably silent hall. It became thinner and was getting away from me.

Towards her.

Tears rimmed my eyes as I found out that my crush is choosing someone else.

Of course he is way out of my league. But still every part ached to be in his embrace.

A small whimper got out, the sound of my devastated heart.

Suddenly, a soft hand cupped my face, pressing my lips against his. The touch made my knees go weak as his hand sled down my hips to get hold of me. My hands brushed through his soft hair. A thunder of electrical wave electrocuted, as the tension between us increased. Our lips nuzzled softly, creating different fireworks burst everywhere.

One perfect kiss.

Slowly he released my lips from his capture as I removed the blind fold, my eyes adjusting to the brightness.

"Sorry, but she is mine."

Oh Asher!

My eyes squinted and finally it fell on Asher, who was standing near Natalie, both with a resentful expression. Shirley stood on the opposite side, looking at me with grudge.

Wait! What?

Rewind.

I looked up to see him, holding me tight, those golden freckles in those shining hazel eyes. The one which never fail to captivate me.

In the most weirdest way.

"Christian?"

"I missed you too, babydoll."

(Playlist - Hot mess by Cobra Starship)

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