Asher hung around her girl friends, smirking at the victim who slipped their books. They were scattered, all over the place and you were flushed, embarrassed.
“Anyone want this boy? No?”
Asher grumbled, needing to do the job again. She’d roll her eyes, cross her arms and walked up to you, your face 3 inches away from hers. Again, your cheeks became light red and took a few steps back while being quiet.
“Bit fiesty, huh?”
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