Chapter 32- Morning Suprises

Chapter 32 - Morning Surprises

Asher's POV

My pounding headache woke me from a deep slumber. My eyes hurt the most, and there was an annoying ringing sound in my ear. My stomach twisted in knots feeling groggy, the taste of alcohol still lingered in my mouth. I could feel my face scrunched up in pain and disgust. I winced tightening my hands into fists and my arms automatically tightening around the body lying next to me.

I put my face closer, my eyes still closed, smelling the peachy shampoo of her hair. I smiled nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck, my cheek resting on her bare cold shoulder.... Wait, her shoulder is... My eyes slowly open to finding a brunette lying beside me that goes by the name of Grace. This is not what I expected smelling the peach shampoo that I thought belonged to Kimmy.

As I raise myself up on my elbow, I look over her sleeping face, black shit smudged over her eyes. Now what the fuck happened? Hell, I don't remember what happened last night until.... Ugh, fuck. Kissing Kimmy and her running away. I couldn't find her the whole night. I remember everything before that. I remember her and Katie taking shots, I remember our walk around the porch, I defiantly remember our talk and our first kiss. I remember all the important stuff, what I don't remember is how I got into this bed waking up to see Grace, whatever her last name is, half naked and me in only my boxers.

Looking down her body, her neck had a purple splotch from a love bit, her skin looked creamy smooth in her black laced bra and panties. Well I hope she remembers something. She stirs in my hold on the bed whining and wincing; and I know that's my cue to get out. I got out of here, pulling on my pants as I exited the room, holding my shirt and shoes in my hand. Walking out of the room I bump into Dylan in the hallway, looking like the same state I'm in, expect he didn't look like he was rushing out.

"Grace Chapman." He approves, peaking over me to see her lying in the bed of messy sheets, "Good lay." He whispers, punching me in the arm lightly with a smirk as he walks to the stairs.

I groan, following him down the steps and to the kitchen. Call the newspapers, call every social media out there, I'm looking at Tyler King standing in the kitchen, not hung over after partying all night. This is one for the books! This is what I will remember in my senior year! December 23, 2012, Tyler King sober the morning after a party blow out.

"Rise and shine bitches. Get your beauty rest?" Tyler snickers, drinking coffee out of a mug. I could smell the delicious cup of caffeine from where I stood. "You look like shit man." He informs me, pointing his mug to me as I stand on the other side of the kitchen island.

"Thanks I was trying to look like you do every morning." I respond nonchalantly, grabbing a mug from the cupboards.

"What's his problem?" Tyler mutters to Dylan behind him.

"Probably didn't get what he wanted last night with Grace." Dylan snickers, splitting the last bit of coffee between him and I.

"Grace Kinsmen?" Tyler says with his nose turned up.

"Chapman." Dylan corrects. Tyler nods his head, more approving now. "I thought things were looking better between you and Kim after last night." Tyler figures.

"What happen last night?" Dylan asks, leaning up against the counter.

"She chose King's freaking brother over me that's what!" I said loudly, wincing at the pain of building up in my head as I did so.

"She didn't choose Spencer, she clearly reminded you that she's off the market and you can't just confess your feelings to her just because you feel like it and think she's just going to drop him like a hot potato and run into your arms." Tyler revised, shaking his head.

"You have gone soft!" I shout, ignoring the pain in in my head, "Look what dating Kate has done to you already King!"

"One we are not dating. Two you're being a prick. Three you're being an inconsiderate asshole. Four you need to stop yelling at me. Five you're a prick." Tyler listed out, rolling his hands into fists as he glares at Asher.

"You're supposed to be on my side." I hissed, taking a sip of my coffee and hoping for the best.

"There is no sides! There's just you being a dumb ass and probably ruining whatever friendship you and Kimmy had, and I'm just stating some of the stuff I heard last night when I brought them home." Tyler states out loud.

"Hold on, you did what?" I asks, narrowing my eyes at him.

"I dropped Kim and Kate off at Kim's house probably shortly after your confession to her and that's all they talked about the whole car ride. Thought staying sober for the night was going to get me on Kate's good side and get some but look-"

"Just shut up." I growl, taking another sip of my coffee before shaking my head and pulling on my shirt, "I need to go fix this and blame it on the alcohol or something." I grumble.

"I think you should just leave it be for a while before you create more shit in your shit show." Dylan mutters, blankly staring across the room as he sips quietly on his coffee. I groan, throwing my head back and in frustration, hit several red plastic cups off the counter hitting the wall where the oven was. "Dude!" Dylan shouts looking upset.

"Why did I have to go and fuck things up?" I continue to groan.

"Cause you're Asher Knight and that's kind of your thing." Tyler smirks, "But you're also Asher Knight, the dude that every girl falls for even when you do stupid things."

"I feel like shit, and that's not just the alcohol's doing." I complain, tying my boots on my feet. "I'm going home to sulk and sleep. See you bastards later." I mumble before walking away.

"Hey! Going to McAllister's holiday party tonight?" Dylan shouts even though I only took a few steps. He's such a dickwad for knowingly making my hangover headache worse.

"Does it look like I'm up for another party?" I say to him rhetorically with a glare. They both shrug before I officially leave with my coat and keys in my hand, and with the door slamming behind me.

The roads looked better plowed than yesterday, making the streets easier to travel on. Not that any drive in Massachusetts is cautious; throw hail, snow, and rain the thirty miles per hour speed limit is still thirty miles per hour. Probably the one time a year people actually pay attention to the speed limits. No wonder why it felt like I took longer from Dylan's house to mine. I was actually going the speed limit and not over by fifteen.

I got a little surprise too when I got home. A Mercedes SUV parked in the driveway, Mrs. Taylor's SUV to be more exact. Odd because Mrs. Taylor never stopped by my house, only when Kimmy was younger and needed to be picked up. Needless to say, she hasn't been by for about two years.

I was hoping to walk into a quiet house. Thinking that maybe, hopefully, God willing, the twins would be asleep, but when I walked into the house I could hear them laughing and squealing from their playroom. Great, time to be a dick of a brother and tell them to shut up. Taking off my boots by the door and hanging up my coat, I trudged to their playroom lazily. Surprising me most of all that Kimmy sat in one of the bean bags surrounding the table with a crayon in her hand and a puzzle piece in the other; multi-tasking to do what each of the girl's wanted.

"Ashy's home!" Bay realized when I stood outside their door quietly staring at Kimmy.

"Yay! Ashy want to help me with my puzzle?" Shay asks, picking up the cover of the box to show me which one she was working on, "It has two hundred and fifty pieces. It's a picture of a snowman and a reindeer." She explains, pointing to the box.

"Actually girls, I need to talk to Asher about something. He'll be right back though, ok?" Kimmy says, standing up and patting their heads as they left. "Can we talk?" She mutters to me, playing with her fingers nervously.

"Yeah. Sure. My room?" I stuttered, blinking unsurely and off guard. By what the guys were telling me and how things turned out last night I didn't expect to come home and have Kimmy here waiting to talk to me. I hadn't even gone through my head what to say to her yet!

She followed me up to my room, leaving the door a crack open, "I'll start first." She says, walking around my room and trying to avoid eye contact with me. "Do you want to retract what you said last night and blame it on the alcohol, or stick with it?" She asks hesitantly as if she were still thinking this through.

She was giving me an ultimatum, one that I hadn't fully thought through yet. I wish I had a pause button or something like that. "Whatever you want it to be." I said, or more like questioned, hoping it was the right answer.

"Well to me I can live with either answer. If you want to blame it on the alcohol then fine. I've lived with the unrequited feelings for a while now, and I can keep seeing you as a friend. If that's what you want. On the other hand, if you want to go ahead and admit that you weren't drunk last night and take full responsibility for your confession then that's your decision too. I just need to know because... You know how I feel about you. I've loved you for a really long time, and it just feels like the moment that I've moved on and find myself to be happy I'm clinging on to hope again. So please, for the love of God, just tell it to me straight because I can't hold on anymore, I really can't Asher." She spoke softly, earnestly, standing on the other side of the room.

"So you're telling me it's now or never? Is that it?" I question, feeling annoyed if those are my options.

"I need to know if you're serious, or if you're just messing with my heart because I told you how I really felt. If this is a game to you then you're not truly my friend." She says, sounding choked up. It's only going to get worse now, now that I've figured out what I'm about to say.

"I wasn't drunk." I said, taking a deep breath, "I'm honestly, madly, in love with you, and I'm not sorry if that ruins things between us or you and Spencer, because at least I put myself out there."

She nods her head slowly, looking dazed and shocked. It scared me honestly because I didn't know what was going to happen next. I didn't know if I should say something or if she would just walk out and pretend like it never happened. Girls, damn, you love 'em and you hate 'em. They can do stupid things, and act all pretty while doing it and you still love them. No matter how weird they act or what silly things they say, you'll still fall for them because you're in love. Girls, damn, they can really drive you crazy sometimes, they really can.

"I don't know what to do or say." She mumbles, sitting in my desk chair, hiding her face in her hands, and her wavy brown hair falling like a curtain around her.

"Just say that... You'll give us a chance?" I tell her softly, standing next to her by the desk.

"And what? Just break up with Spencer and jump right over to you?" She said, sounding bewildered at the thought.

"Yes." I dead planted.

"That's a selfish request." She scoffs, sitting up right with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm a selfish human being just like the rest of the world." I shrug to her. "Kimmy I can make you so much happier than Spencer ever could. We've been with each other through thick and thin, since kindergarten for crying out loud. He'll never know you like I do. And yes I'm selfish and yes I'm an idiot, but I'm also a selfish idiot that's in love with you and I don't want to lose you."

Leaning my forehead against hers I took a deep breath. Her minty breath mixed with my bad alcohol morning breath- so attractive. My eyed fixed on hers waiting for her to look up at me and see the desperation in my eyes. When she did our noses touched, mere inches from our lips being touched. My hands cupping each side of her face.

"Kiss me. Before I change my mind." She whispers, her hand touching one side of my face.

She didn't have to tell me twice. Softly and eagerly her lips moved with mine, neither of us letting go for air. I pushed her closer to me, kissing her back more passionately, strongly, and more forcefully. I didn't want it to never end, I never wanted to let go. As wrong as it was I couldn't help but enjoy it.

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