Chapter 7- All For Me

Chapter 7- All For Me

Kim's POV

School on Monday couldn't have come any quicker. School today was a sweet and bitter feeling. I wanted to go to school, because I worked damn hard on my essay for English, so I wanted to pass it in. Second, school and work is always a great way for me to get my mind off current events that was still bugging me. The reason why I didn't want to go to school is obvious. I didn't want to bump into Tyler. I didn't want to see Tyler. I didn't want to talk to Tyler. I didn't want to have to do with all and any things Tyler. I also hoped that no one would comment on my behavior that night of the party.

I left Asher so he could go to the locker rooms near the gym while I made a head start to the lockers. I quickly made my way to my own locker, avoiding B wing where Tyler's locker is located; luckily, mine is in C wing. It was hard to convince Asher to leave me for these few moments while he goes to the boy's locker room. Ever since that episode with the whole Tyler thing, he was more over protective than usual. Great. For. Me.

The hardest part was trying to get him to stay on Saturday and not beat Tyler's face in. Somehow, I got him to stay away for this long. As much as I would love to see Tyler King's face get bashed in, I couldn't let that happen. It's not like Tyler is the only person to blame. I mean, I too was drunk. Drunk. Ugh. That will never happen again! Hand to God!

For the last two days I've also been trying to convince myself that Tyler had forgotten and or didn't recognize me that Friday night, and hopefully that Saturday morning too. But Saturday morning would have to be some miracle from God himself to make him not realize if he had woken up sober. Which he probably did. I knew I was setting my hope high, but I had to try to convince myself to calm my nerves.

Grabbing my books for my first three periods, I rushed, hoping to avoid any hallway mix ups and just go straight to class. But like I said, only God can make some miracles true. When I slammed my locker door shut, I jumped back startled, seeing the face I had not expected and tried to avoid. When the shock passed over, I tried playing it cool like nothing ever happened.

"Tyler," I said in a sour tone voice.

He laughed sinisterly, throwing his head back. "Oh Kimmy. Kim, Kim, Kim. Do you really think I'm going to put up with your innocent act today?" he said suddenly

I gave him my best 'you're going crazy' look. "Umm, OK?" I played stupidly. In the inside you best believe that I'm full on panic mode right now! My mind is going crazy with a million thoughts coming nonstop.

He leaned over to my ear, whispering, sending shivers up my spine. "I know it was you in my bed Saturday morning."

My mouth dropped open slightly; my hands clutched my books holding back my own scream. I met his glance for one quick second, allowing him to send me a wink with that retard smirk splattering his hideous face.

"You're the one who brought me to your room," I reminded him. It's not like I asked to go there. I think.

"Did I?" He ponders in thought, pursing his lips.

"Well I doubt you remember," I scoff, twiddling with my fingers nervously under the textbooks I was caring.

"You just can't get enough of me in the day time that you want me at night too." He laughs, leaning against the set of lockers behind him.

I smirked at his words and twisted them around, "Or you just can't get enough of me during the day that you want me at night." Ugh, I think I just puked in my mouth a little. Gross, this is still Tyler King we're talking about here.

"In your most wet and wildest dreams!" Tyler roars hysterically, holding his stomach as if he were in aching pain.

I paused not knowing what to say back. How do guys come up with comebacks so easily? "I still hate you. That's not a dream."

"Yeah, well, the feeling goes both ways nerd." He replies, flicking my forehead before he goes away. Gee, real mature! Ow, that was a hard thump.

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I was once again walking alone to lunch. I don't like this. Not one bit. Asher is nowhere to be found and I pray to God that he's not making out with another freshman. I take a short cut to the lunch room, looking around the halls to spot Asher walking alone, "Hey! Where are you going?" I shouted to Asher down the hall.

He turned around, waiting, as I caught up to him. I looped my arm through his, walking to the cafe for lunch. "Oh, um, I need to go to Mr. Greene's class to pick up my math book."

"I'll go with you," I said, walking in sync with him.

"No, it's OK. I'll meet you down at lunch," he says parting ways with me and jogging down the hall. I stood in the middle of the hall where he left me, watching him. He turns around and stops to shout to me. "It'll only take a few minutes. I'll be down soon."

With a deep long sigh, I walked down the opposite hallway, alone, and through the courtyard for lunch. I buy a big cookie and a salad then join Katie at her table, "Hey, Kimmy kins. What's shaking?" Katie asks cheerfully.

I mumble my hello while ripping a piece of my cookie and poped it in my mouth, thinking hard. Asher doesn't even have math today. It's Monday. He likes Monday's the most because he has no math class. What is he up to? "Brittany, you're in the same math class as Asher, right?" I asked her from across the table.

"Yeah, why?" She asked with a curious tone.

"You guys don't have math today, right?" I ask, double checking if I was right.

"No, we don't." She confirms shaking her head.

"What the hell is he up to?" I mumbled to myself, eating more of my cookie. Brittany narrowed her eyes at me and turned away, talking to Abby again.

"So, Katie, how was Maine?" Brian asked.

I tried paying attention, while still think about Asher. Why did he lie to me and what is he really up to? I had already heard everything that Katie was telling the others. I had spent all of our free period listening to all her stories about her four day vacation in Maine with her grandmother.

Katie's grandmother is actually pretty cool. I had met her once when I spent some of my summer vacation with Katie up in Maine. Her grandmother is loaded! She's wicked sweet, and her cooking is amazing! Best double fudge cookies ever! So much better than the cookie I'm eating from the school's cafeteria right now.

I looked around for Asher in the crowed lunch room packed with teens. It's already been fifteen minutes into lunch. Where is he? I got up and was about to throw my trash away and peak a look at the table Asher usually sits at with his friends. In a startle, Dylan came up to me, grabbing both my arms, staring at me horrified.

He scared the shit out of me! I gave him the same horrified look back, "Jesus Christ, Dyl, you scared the shit out of me! What's wro-"

"Asher started a fight with Tyler! I don't know why, all I know is that Ty is in the nurses office bleeding and Ash-" I ran out the cafe without letting Dylan explain the rest. Dammit! I should have figure this out! Ash is trying to start a fight with Tyler.

I speed walk through the courtyard, aiming my sights on the doors back to the school where Ash comes out, holding an ice pack to his lip. I ran to him, pulling the ice pack off and examining how bad the damage was. "Asher Michael Knight! What the actual fuck!? Why are you starting a damn fight in school?" I screamed at his face.

He looked at me startled for a moment and then rolls his blue eyes at me, "Kimmy-"

"I told you not to do this, Asher!" I remind him, "You promise."

"Well I wasn't just going to let him off the hook!" He shouts back, throwing his hands in the air. I shook my head, throwing the ice pack at his chest. His lip was cut and swelling and his cheek was already showing a red outline of puffy soon to be bruise.

I knew Asher well enough to know he would do something as stupid as this. Of course, Asher doesn't listen. After eleven years you'd think I realize that by now. Anything to protect me, but I don't need him to go that far! And all because of me, he was probably going to get either suspended or detention or some other form of punishment. I know it's my dream to see Tyler's face get ruined, but not under these circumstances!

He grabs my arm, forcing me to spin around and face him. I looked at him angrily. "Kim, you can't get angry at me. I only did this for you."

"Asher, I never asked you to start a fight with him. I told you to leave it alone." I repeat the same plea for the past two days.

"Well, that's not the way I handle things!" He argues.

"I didn't want you to handle it! Asher..." I shook my head, sighing, gripping my hands through my hair as I took deep breaths to calm myself down. Violence is never the answer.

I hate it when he gets into trouble. This time he's in trouble because of me! That's even the worst part of it. The guilt I feel after is horrible. Last year, I went out on one date with a guy named Brandon. Turns out, I was his rebound girl to get his ex- girlfriend jealous. Asher found out and punched Brandon. The punishment he had to face was being benched for two games, and three Friday detentions. When his mom found out, he was grounded for two weeks. Another time in middle school, a kid named Evan called me a nerd because I had gotten braces. Asher made him eat dirt at recesses that day.

Am I wrong for feeling guilty? I think not. Because every time something happens to me and Asher takes it into his hands to "fix it", he gets punished for it. I looked at his cut lip and the forming bruise on his face. All because of me. "How bad did you hurt him?" I dared to ask.

He chuckled darkly, smiling, "Kicked him in the groin, punched his face, and wrestled him to the ground. We threw a few more punches -"

"Don't finish, "I winced, already feeling bad for Tyler. The first torture that Asher even mentioned made me feel bad already. And it's Tyler that we were talking about here! "Asher, he's your best friend; why would you do that to him? We're not little kids anymore; you can seriously hurt each other."

"He's not my best friend. You are my best friend and I protect you first, no matter what. No one gets by hurting you like that without me getting involved. I don't care who it is, they don't mess with you," Asher told me strictly, pointing at me every time to emphasize his passion. I sighed, running a hand through my hair and closing my eyes. That's kind of sweet and flattering. "I'm not going to say sorry because I know, that you know, he deserved it for what he did to you," Ash said, shrugging.

"Asher, thank you for trying to protect me, but promise me something." I say, negotiating with him. This can't always be happening. Asher can't just use violence every time something dramatic happens to me. Asher isn't always going to be there to fight my battles.

At the worst, all Tyler and I probably did was make out. It's not like we had sex and he got me pregnant! But it was still disgusting. No matter how drunk I was, I'm sure my brain would wake me up and snap me out of a judgment call like that.

"What?" Asher snaps back.

"If you're going to stick up for me, don't do it in a way that gets yourself in trouble." I tell him with much love and concern.

"He's such a fucking bastard. I don't know why I'm friends with him. I should have tortured him even more!" he grumbled.

"Don't say that, Asher, you sound like a dictator." I couldn't hold back the smirk curling up on my face. I'm still angry with him, but I guess I just have to deal with it. It's not like I could turn back time now and fix it. What's done is done, you can't cry over spilled milk. "Promise me." I repeat.

He sighs, rolling his blue eyes at me, "I promise." He mumbles.

"Never again. From here on out, no getting into trouble." I clarify. He waves his hands around in a 'yeah whatever' way, not taking me seriously. With the ice pack clenched in his hand I stand in front of him, slightly touching the cut on his lip with my fingers. "Are you OK?"

He nodded his head, staring down at me. "I'm fine," he managed to choke out.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly "Stupid idiot," I chuckled.

He laughed, hugging me back. "But you still love me." He admits. Yeah, I love my goof ball of a friend. I wouldn't trade him in for anything. No matter how much a pain in the ass he is for me.

"What's you punishment so far?" I dared to ask, still hugging him.

"Well when coach gets wind of this he'll probably bench me for a game or two, but it was worth it. And I have detention Monday and Friday for the rest of the month," he replies with a shrug.

I shake my head at him. He's crazy. I rubbed my thumb softly over his bruised cheek, feeling his gaze on me. I pecked his cheek softly like I used to do when we were kids, "Fweel bwetter," I pouted in a baby voice. We both laughed.

"Yeah, I will be." He smiles.

"I would have kissed your cut, but that would be awkward," I sang, then started laughing out of embarrassment.

"You know you want some of this," he joked, wiggling his body for extra effect. I laugh, smacking his chest with the back of my hand. We walked back down to lunch, enjoying what was left of it. "By the way did you swear at me?" He gasps, looking down at me as he swings his arm around my shoulders casually.

I smirk, biting the side of my lip to stop myself, "Um, yes." I giggle, covering my hands with my cheeks. I've never swore at Asher, crazy right? It's just not lady like.

"I don't know how I feel about this. I mean, ouch, that kind of hurt. You're getting a little too mean for me." He jokes, holding a hand over his heart.

"Oh please," I scoff, rolling my eyes at him. Asher has sworn at me or in front of me more times than I can count. Fuck is probably his favorite word. "You've got a truckers mouth and you're telling me it's not cool?"

"It's only cool if I do it. I want you to stay as pure as possible." He laughs, patting my head as he opens the door back to the cafeteria.

"Too late for that buddy. I'm best friends with you so it was bound to happen." I banter, nudging my hip with his.

"My little Kimmy has grown up." He faked cried, wiping the imaginary tear away.

I really do have a great best friend. I'm proud of it and I'm grateful, because not many people have a relationship like Asher and I. It's unique and one of a kind. We love each other, we get into fights, we protect one another, and we're always there when the person needs it. Most of all, he brings me comfort and brings out the happy childish side of me. Because when you can be yourself around a guy and not have to hide who you really are, that's the relationship you strive to keep. The one when you can be yourself and not worry.

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**Because many of you ask NO Tyler and Kim DO NOT have sex. Slept together really just meant as said SLEPT together. Doing stupid things doesn't mean just sex!