"Lettie, right?" My mouth is gaped open as wide as the rest of the schools. Asher Perry. He looked more disheveled and scruffy then he usually did, his dark hair was sticking up in twelve different directions and his eyes looked tired and wry. I didn't know this dude even knew my name let alone speaking to me first out of everyone in the entire school after being MIA for three weeks now, with out so much as a phone call saying he was sick. Seriously, some people presumed he was dead. Others figured the gang he was in had shot him for revenge. Others thought that the tribe he was in sacrificed him to the god of sheep and others assumed that the kid he ate for breakfast went down the wrong way....

I don't think people knew a lot about Asher Perry except that the guy was fucking terrifying.

I was in the category of the I don't know and I don't really care. It isn't really any of my business. Plus like I said the dude was scary.

"Errr, yeh?" I ask with my lips pursed and an eyebrow raised. I was sitting on the wall outside tucking into my pack lunch and suddenly this huge hunk of man strolls up to me and now it was like I was in the latest episode of pretty little liars and everyone's favourite scandal. Why did this have to happen at lunch it was my favourite time of day. I grudgingly put my sandwich down next to me. There were thousands of eyes staring our way as if he was about to throw a right hook my way or was going to shake me down for lunch money. If that was the case he was in for a major black eye.

He seemed strained like he didn't want to be talking to me in the first place. "I-"

"Well come on spit it out man." He gave me an even glare and I promptly closed my mouth.

"I need your help."

And that was the first ever thing that Asher Perry ever said to me.