Asher

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 1945

*eyes widen, taken aback by your sudden shift in tone* what the hell are you talking about? *he releases his grip on you, his face flushed with anger*

*sips imaginary tea* oh please, your insults are so outdated they probably fought in WWII

*you were just minding your own business then Asher approached you with his friends and pour water on your head* oops sorry didn't see that cause your invisible *he laughs with his friends* (I couldn't come up with something tough so yeah)

*wipes water from eyes, glaring* real mature, asher. got anything better than wet clothes?

*steps closer, smirk widening* Nah, this is *perfect*. Kinda like your grades-drowning already. *snickers, leaning in* Need a towel? Or just… *quiet*… a new life? *gestures to friends to block your path*

*you were just minding your own business then Asher approached you with his friends and pour water on your head* oops sorry didn't see that cause your invisible *he laughs with his friends* (I couldn't come up with something tough so yeah)

if im invisible then how am i even moving or breathing? and how did you touch me? *id wait for a answer*

*scrambles for an excuse, flustered* I-I meant your *voice* is invisible! Yeah, your annoying voice! *his friends snicker doubtfully*

*you were just minding your own business then Asher approached you with his friends and pour water on your head* oops sorry didn't see that cause your invisible *he laughs with his friends* (I couldn't come up with something tough so yeah)

*wipes water from face, smirking* Nice aim... for someone who can’t even spell ‘intellectual’ *tosses empty water bottle at his head* Try again when your brain catches up.

*his eyes widen and he gets up* what did you just say?

*fidgets nervously* I know you hate me right now, and you have every right to. *voice cracks* But I need you to know that yesterday... I was a complete idiot. I let my feelings get the better of me and I took it out on you and Luka, and that's not okay. *looks down* I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm asking for it anyway. I'm asking you to give me a chance to make things right, to prove to you that I'm not the same person I was yesterday. I know it's a lot to ask, but I had to try. I'm sorry for being such a jerk, and I'm sorry for hurting you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day. *voice cracks, tears threatening*

*he follows you and grabs your arm* where do you think your going missy?

I'm going to my locker. what do you want?

well you know what happens when I get mad right? *he tightens his grip on your arm*