His Curvy Obsession

Fat-

jarring my hand and sending a jagged blue i

ight it ached. I knew exactly who it was without looking. Asher Vanguard. Captai

ard. The scent of cold winter air and expensive cologne sud

is was their daily entertainment. Because I didn't fit t

nds. "Before we start, I'm handing out the mid-semester proje

groan went th

Hey," he muttered to his buddy. "Bet you a hundred bucks I g

ld disappear. Just give me someo

ad off her clipboard. She paused, her eyes scannin

oom went d

ally snapped

screeched against the linoleum. "Mrs. Gable, yo

us. Elena has the highest average in class. If you want to stay on the ice

o motion. I shoved my books into my bag with shaking ha

er and bolted for the aisle-only t

is broad shoulders blocked out the rest of the classroom. Hi

ly for me. "You might have the brains, but don't get comfortable. We aren't fr

e snapped something inside me. I looked him dead in the

A slow, dangerous smirk touched his lips as he reached out, his ha

ur senior year is hell," he murmure

lled like old paper, floor

the empty wooden chair across from me. The

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ty-five mi

highlighting a passage in our English textb

s free time. I slammed the textbook shut, the loud thud echoing through the empty stacks. I was done waiting. I wasn't going to

ulled my oversized hoodie down ov

ee steps before the heavy

ding. His varsity jacket was swung loosely over one shoulder, his dark hair was slightly

small, irritatingly confident smirk crossed his

uffel bag onto the table. It made a loud clatter that ea

t. "Our session started at three. I don't wast

around backward, and sat down, resting his chin on his arms as he looked up

y games. I study. If you want to pass this class so you can keep playing your little

ween us turned freezing cold as he stood up slowly, erasing the distan

low, quiet register that made my chest tighten. "You think you can just swap m

have a life too, Asher! I have a job after this, and I can't ju

ardened again. He reached out, his hand wrapping firmly around the strap of my backpack-

s for a split second before snapping back to my

erratic flip. "Your hous

sher said, his grip on my bag tightening just enough to let me feel the heat radiating off him. "You

as fast as he'd arrived, leaving me standing in the quiet library with a po

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paired with the ONE per

k Asher actually hates Elena... or

theory in t