Asher's Heart

Chapter 16

He left.

Just like that.

It's been almost a week since he left. He didn't say anything. He didn't tell anyone. He just disappeared. He didn't even tell where he was going. Or for how long. Even though I was pretty sure that Ashton knew about his whereabouts. If there was anyone who Asher trusts blindly it's his brother. He must have told him.

Then there was this other thing at school. Asher left but that didn't stop people to talk about him. It still felt like he was there but not quite.

The Monday after that party I found a note in my locker. There was no name whatsoever but the message was as clear as fresh water. Stay away from Asher or I'll destroy you.

My first reaction was to roll my eyes. People these days. That was the lamest threat I had ever come across. I wasn't even interested in finding out who wrote it. I didn't have time for that kind of shit. There were far too many suspects. The whole girl population of the school really. Except for a few.

I crushed it and threw it in the trash.

That was one of the many threats I started to get. The more they appeared the more creative and detailed they started to get.

I was walking to my next class when a girl who shared biology class with me knocked into me causing my books and notes to fall to the ground. Instead of apologizing she glared at me and walked away, flicking back her mouse colored hair.

"Bitch," I muttered and kneeled down to pick up the scattered pages.

I could ignore the threats and remarks but this? This behavior was starting to get on my nerves. More so because I didn't do anything to be treated like this. What did I ever do to them?

It was all because of Asher. His crazy fans had some kind of misconception that we were going out or something. I snorted. As if that would ever happen.

I gotta do something to end this. And fast. Before they start pulling my hair out.

A pale hand with wrist covered in black bands reached out to help me.

"These people are crazy," I said even before I met Evan's eyes. His signature style was hard to miss.

"Took you long enough to figure out," he said, standing up with a bunch of papers.

"Thanks," I stood up too and smiled at him. He was wearing a white shirt and black jeans, his hair artfully messy.

"Although I would use a more colorful word," he said with a half smirk.

I grimaced.

"I am not sure I want to know what that is," I said and we started walking toward my next class as he would probably skip his.

"I don't know what I did? It's like they wanna eat me alive," I complained. The hallway was clearing as students rushed to their classes.

"Being with that jerkface is more than what you can do," Evan said nonchalantly but I could sense a hint of disdain in his voice. I ignored it.

"That's the point! I am not even with Asher. They all have just assumed that we are going out and are acting on it. I hate these assuming people," I grumbled.

He put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed up and down, trying to calm me. But his words said otherwise.

"You fed their assumptions," he said.

I glared at him.

"How so?" I asked.

"Aren't you always with him?" he asked but it sounded more like a statement so I didn't answer.