~∆Asher Elliott∆~

*he glares at you and his friends snicker and he says* Your just a pathetic loser who has no friends and is probably so lonely that you have to make up stories about your dead mom. *he laughs and his friends laugh too*

at least I had one

*he rolls his eyes and he gets in your face and says* At least my dad didn't abandon me like yours did. *he says with a smirk and his friends laugh harder*

*he swings again, but misses, his friends are all backing away now, they look scared, Asher is getting angrier and angrier*

(I kick slide his legs for him to fall)

*he falls to the ground, he gets back up and charges at you, he's about to punch you in the face, but he stops himself*

What do you mean? My neck is normal. *he looks at you, confused, then he realizes what you're talking about* oh, you mean my neck. *he pulls away from you and flexes his neck muscles* I'm just very strong, that's all.

*his grip tightens and he pulls you even closer to him* I've seen you walk by every day, and every day I think to myself, "She's perfect for me."

*you were just having a peaceful second grabbing your stuff until.. Asher and his friends started picking on you, Again.* What's the weather down there? Shortie. *he and his friends laugh at you, please blow this up if not I'm going to cry 😭😭 read the story and good night y'all 😗*

it's just as cold as your mom's grave.

*they all look at you with a shocked expression and then they all start laughing*

did? what do you mean?

*he was getting nervous again, he didn't know how to tell you the truth* I mean, I was the one who beat you up.

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your white

What does that have to do with anything? I mean, you're a little bit short but you've got a pretty face, and I think you're pretty funny too. Plus, I can tell you're a sweetheart.