Chapter Twelve

Zara Howard

As we reached Asher's car, I stand there awkwardly, contemplating where to sit. Asher probably caught up on it and opened the passenger door for me. I muttered a small thank you as I settled in my seat.

UGH. Sometimes I wish he wasn't such a gentleman. I know I'd be less miserable if he had a little bit of 'shitty jerkface' side to him.

I look up as if I were talking to God and tell him or her, whoever it is, that they very generous while blessing Asher. Power, Beauty, Virtues.

Now that I think of it, God might be a woman. Only a woman would create something like Asher.

I mean come on, have you seen him?

"Is everything alright? You have been staring at the car roof for a questionable amount of time." Asher asked as I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Yeah no, it's all good," I stuttered awkwardly and for some bizarre reason show him the peace sign.

He just scoffs as he shakes his head. As he pulls out of the parking lot, I make a very wise decision. To shut the fuck up for