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Chapter Four - Jealously?

***Farrah ***

"I should probably get home," I said softly, "I told my parents I would be home soon, and that was nearly two hours ago," I added, giggling.

Asher and I were still at the diner. I don't know where the time has gone, though, because I haven't been saying much. Asher has been doing most of the talking. He was trying his best to get to know me, but I wasn't giving him much. There wasn't much to tell about me, but also, I still don't understand why he is spending his time with me. It doesn't feel right. Yes, he was friendly, but still.

"Or you can text them, and tell them you will be a little longer," He said, "I will buy you dinner, the burgers here are amazing," He added.

"I am sure you have better things to do," I said, "And will your parents not be wondering where you are?" I added.

"I don't have parents, I live with my grandma," He shrugged.

I wasn't expecting him to say that. He doesn't have parents. I wonder where they are. I wouldn't ask him that because I remember Violet saying no-one really knows much about him.

"I am sorry to hear that," I said softly.

"I am not, the two of them were junkies that never wanted me anyway," He said, "They left me with my grandma when I was ten, and I haven't seen or heard from them since," He added.

"They just vanished?" I asked, and he nodded, "Who does that," I added, shaking my head.

"Assholes! But don't repeat what I just told you, no one knows," He said, looking at me.

His eyes were emotionless as they fell on me. It was scaring me a little. It was a blank stare.

"I won't say anything, promise," I stammered out, "I should go," I added, getting to my feet.

I tossed money on the table and headed for the door. I know I was his lift here, but right now after the way he just looked at me, I had to get away from him. I got to my car and was just about to unlock it.

"Farrah, wait up," I hear him call from behind.

I wanted to climb into my car and drive off, but that would be rude. I sighed, slowly turning to face him. Asher was only a couple of inches from me and had a confused look on his face.

"Why did you rush off?" He asked.

"Because you scared me," I whispered, looking at the ground.

"What? How did I scare you?" He asked.

I never lifted my head to look at her, but he was having none of it. Asher placed his finger on my chin, using it to tilt my head back.

"Tell me," He said.

"The way you looked at me in there, when you told me not to say anything, it was blank, emotionless and it scared me a little," I said, nervously chewing on my lip.

"I am sorry, Farrah, I never meant to scare you," He said, stroking my arm, "My "parents" are a subject I don't talk about," He added.

"It's OK, sorry I brought it up," I said, rocking back and forth on my heels.

"You never knew," He shrugged, "So, do you want to come back in and have dinner with me or do you want to go home?" He added.

"I will come back in," I said, giving him a small smile.

He smiled widely at me, taking my hand in his and led us back inside. I text my parents once we sat back down, telling them I wouldn't be home for dinner which they were OK with. I think they will be glad I am spending time with another human being, rather than being alone.

"What would you like?" He asked.

"I thought you said the burger and fries were good?" I giggled.

"They are, you should try them," He smiled.

I nodded and smiled as Asher grabbed the waitress attention, and she came over to take our orders. I know we were only having dinner in a friendly manner, but I wonder if this is sort of a date feels like? I wouldn't know because I haven't even had my first date. I haven't had my first anything, to be honest, even my first kiss. But I will not get into that right now, and Asher doesn't need to know any of that. I am sure he has probably worked it out by now with how shy, weird and awkward I am.

Why am I even going down that road? This isn't a date. I need to get a grip and stop getting lost in my head.


It was eight p.m., and I was on my way to drop Asher off, him giving me directions. He was going to meet some friends. He offered me to join him, but I was not ready for that! I will probably never be ready for that.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me? Have a little fun?" Asher asked as I pulled up.

"No, thank you, not my thing, and I don't want to get in trouble," I said softly.

I knew Asher was trouble and I am sure his friends are the same. I do not want to get mixed up with all of that. Yes, I was OK spending time with him when it was only us, but add his friends into it, and that is a very different situation.

"I am going to change that," He smirked, "Trouble is fun," He added.

"Not happening," I laughed.

"We will see, give me your number," He said.

"Why would I want to do that?" I asked.

I was not sure if giving Asher my number was a good idea. Why would he even want it?

"Because I asked, and I thought we were friends now? Friends have each other's numbers, right?" He said pouting.

I sighed and nodded. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get home until I gave him my number. He smiled, grabbing his phone and looked at me, waiting for me to give him my number. I hesitantly gave it to him, and he called my phone. I don’t know if it was to make sure I had given him the right number or so I would have this, but whatever it was I saved his number anyway.

“I will see you soon, baby doll,” He winked, “And I will text you later,” He added.

I never had a chance to say anything else because he got out of the car without another word. I sat, taking a few deep breaths and watch him going to his friends. There was a group of about ten of them, mainly guys, but a few girls. One of the girls headed straight for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, Asher happily kissing her back. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. How many girls does he have on the go? What was bothering me more than that, I was getting a strange feeling in my stomach, one I have never really had. It took me a moment to realise what it was.

Jealously!

No, I don’t like this feeling at all. Why would I be jealous? I don’t even like him in that way; I don’t think. And even if I did what would be the point, he would never be interested in someone like me, no matter how he has been acting around me. He is only messing with me; it is nothing more than that.

I pulled myself together and got the car on the move again and headed home. I am not that type of girl, the one who gets all jealous over some guy. I am not interested in guys! It is too much hassle, and let’s be honest; there is no guy interested in me. I am sure Asher has forgotten all about me by now anyway.

All I wanted to do now was get home, shower and read in bed for a couple of hours. Yes, it may sound boring to some, but I enjoy it. I can worry about Asher tomorrow.

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