I'm nauseous. The spinning of the world and my alarm blaring is making me more nauseous. I groan into my pillow and slam my finger down onto my phone. The alarm continues much to my dismay. I hear Rae moving around in her bed next to me, meaning I also have to get up. I lift my head from my pillow and finally put a stop to my alarm.

I am never in the mood to go to class, especially an eight am. Right now, in particular, I am not excited. Especially when I know who will be there.

I glance at the bed beside me, Tori is still knocked out. Legs up in the air and mouth hanging open. I don't know how the hell she sleeps like that but she claims it's comfortable. I envy the fact that she's asleep right now. My head is pounding and I seriously might puke.

Maybe I should just skip this class.

I try to remember how many classes I have missed already since attendance is counted. Stupid professor. Stupid Asher Fletcher.

I am sure he was not happy about me leaving him with no kiss. Even I'm a little disappointed that I didn't just kiss him or vice verse but in all honesty I panicked a little. When I told Rae about him looking at me, she thought it was an amazing idea to make a move. So, I took three more shots with Rae, then popped a mint into my mouth that Lacey always has and strutted my happy ass over there.

When I saw Kristen there with Asher, I turned around. Jeremy stopped me for a quick 'hello' and discussion about our class. To which I could hear Asher and Kristen's little feud.

Asher wanted nothing to do with girl even though according to everyone and their mother, they are together. But Lacey did say they weren't solid. She stomped away from him and right past Jeremy and I. The conversation kind of just happened from there. It was oddly comfortable.

I hope down from my bed and head towards the closet. I grab a pair of leggings and a hoodie from the bottom drawer in my closet. I change as quickly as possible. I'd rather not be late and be forced to sit in the front. I pause in the closet and lean my back against the wall taking a deep breath. My head is still pounding although the nausea has subsided slightly. Another wave of nausea hits me when Asher pops up into my brain.

Nope.

I shake my head and walk out of the closet to stop my brain from going into overdrive. I need to stop thinking about last night and figure my shit out on this 8AM. I sigh pulling on a pair of socks and sneakers. I grab my backpack and drag it out of my room and to the sink area to brush my teeth. I put in my AirPods and play music while brushing my teeth. I check myself in the mirror quickly before picking up my backpack from the ground. I check my wrist for my key and Apple Watch, before bolting out of the door.

I make it there with about six minutes to spare. My usual spot is open and the seat next to it is also empty. I sigh in relief walking up to where I usually sit although the girl who use to sit a seat away from me has moved. Probably because I cockblocked her.

I sit down and take out my headphone sliding the case back into my backpack. I open my phone and absentmindedly scroll through my Snapchat. I reply to a few people but stop when I feel someone coming up next to me. I know exactly who it is by the way my body lights up in his presence. His smell taking over my senses.

"Seat taken?"

I slowly look up trying to keep my face neutral. Ignoring the fast pace of my heart. His handsome features and his wet hair is taunting me.

"Uh yeah, he was just about to move," I say pointing to the guy next to me. He looks up from his phone. He goes from me to Asher and he makes a face. Please help, hope my face reads.

"Nah dude all you," he says before going back to his phone. I narrow my eyes at him, some help he fucking was. I slowly turn back to a grinning Asher who has taken off his backpack. He sits down in the chair his hoodie up as usual. With his grey sweatpants and his Carolina blue basketball hoodie, his brown hair is peaking out in the front as he bring the lace of his sweatshirt up to his lips. Its hard not to think about the fact that I almost kissed him last night.

God, Carter, shut up.

"Thanks for the help," I mumble glancing at the guy. He gives me a weird look before rolling his eyes and looking back down at his notes. Asher clears his throat from beside me and I glance over at him again.

"Yes?" I ask him clicking my pen. I look over his smirk on his face and roll my eyes. I look back down over my notebook deciding to draw a flower. Something to distract my hands and mind from the boy next to me.

"Dodging me again? You might convince me that you don't like me, Carter," he says my name. It sounds nice? Coming from his mouth. I try to ignore the way he makes me feel and the way my body is aware of him being next to me.

"Who knows? Maybe that's what I'm trying to do," I say keeping my eyes trained on the flower. I am about to draw a petal but my blue inked pen is plucked out of my hand. I frown turning to Asher. I pull back quickly because he is way too close to me. Our noses touched.

"Oh I beg to differ," he says a smirk covering his face. He pushes away from me while I scoff. I don't like him. I was just drunk and bored.

"Really?" I say a little breathlessly. I really sound unaffected don't I? Asher releases a low chuckle as the professor walks into class. He sets my pen back into my hand and leans back in again.

"I believe that you almost kissing me, would state otherwise," he whispers.

I narrow my eyes at him and lean over the armrest. We are face to face with each other close. So close I can see a small scar on his eyebrow. "So me walking away from you and you walking out with a different girl was of some indication that either one of us wanted anything? Right."

Asher's jaw clenches with annoyance. I can tell my comment ticked him off but he doesn't get a chance to say anything to me because the professor starts class. Our professor seems to have impeccable timing.

The class goes by slowly. Asher should sit next to me every class. The more I ignore him the more I try my best to listen to the professor. A feel a warm hand cover my legging cover thigh making me jump.

"Stop," he whispers keeping his hand there. I glance down at my leg. Okay, he has big hands. You know what that means-

Carter, seriously?

"Stop what?" I croak out. He glances down at my leg and my mouth forms an 'O'. I didn't even notice my leg was moving. It's just an anxiety thing.

I place my foot flat on the ground and look back down to his hand. It's tanned and I take note of the way his index finger is slightly crooked probably from years of basketball. With a ring on one of his fingers.

"Thank you," he says glancing down at my leg. He must realize his hand is there because he removes it. I let out a breath I didn't know I held in. Asher glances at me again but I look forward. Great, so much for forgetting about him and focusing on class. I lean my elbow against the small attached desk before putting my chin in my hand. I glance at Asher who is still staring at me.

"What," I hiss at him. He chuckles lowly shaking his head at me. He leans forward in his seat closer to me. What is with this dude and no personal space? I turn away from him focusing on the old man in front of me and not the hot basketball player beside me.

"If you think I'm going to forget about last night, you don't know me at all," he says his breath fanning across my neck. Goosebumps arise on my skin as I whip my head around to face him. My knee collides with the connect desk with a loud bang that echoes through out the lecture hall. Faces turn to look at me as smug smile crosses Asher's face as he tries not to laugh.

"You okay up there?" my professor asks looking directly at me. I laugh even though the throbbing in my knee says other wise.

"Yeah all good," I wave my hand at him. He has a bit of a smile on his face as well nodding his head in appreciation to my response. I lean back in my seat and shoot a glare at Asher who is chuckling to himself. I rub my hand over my knee knowing there will be a bruise there.

"That was impressive," he smirks. I cross my arms over my chest and shoot him another glare that only makes him laugh a little harder.

"Shut up, Asher," I mutter. Is this class over yet? Asher Fletcher is obnoxious and distracting. I glance at Asher's side profile. His sharp jawline and long lashes are prominent. He's keeping his focus on the board. But the smirk plastered on his face tells me he is thinking about anything but the lecture.

Jerk.

I look back at the front of the lecture hall, "Maybe you won't forget the almost kiss but I will."

Asher scoffs in response . The guy from next to me coughs making the both of us turn to look at him. He stares at us with big eyes. Great now he even knows what's going on.

"Hey, pay attention to the lecture," Asher snaps lowly at the guy. He looks away quickly and down to his notes. I turn around to shoot a glare at Asher whose eyes are trained on the kid.

"Can you not be a dick for five seconds?" I snap. Instead of his glare being directed at the guy beside me, it's back on me.

"I'm a dick you are just being fucking difficult," he argues back. I make a face at him that says he's wrong.

"I'm not difficult you just won't leave me alone," I snap back at him resisting the urge to slap him. Asher is absolutely infuriating. Asher opens his mouth to probably make another snarky comment.

"Can the two of you argue somewhere else?" she snaps at us. I snap my mouth shut and shoot a glare at her. To be fair, if two people were arguing behind me I'd want them to shut up too. I lean back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest. I don't understand why he is even bothering with me. Is he not with Kristen? Am I missing something?

I glance at Asher who holds the same annoyed look I have. I don't know why he's annoyed, I think he should take my hint and leave me alone. I chew on the inside of my cheek deciding I should probably pay attention to this lecture once again. I glance at my watch and realize how fast class actually went. We have five minutes to spare. The professor wraps up class tell us to read a chapter in our textbooks and do a discussion post.

I get up from the chair grabbing my backpack and shoving my notes into my bag. The guy beside us has bolted out of her as well as the girl in front of us. I am about to make my move to leave when a hand catches my wrist.

I groan annoyed, "Asher what."

"I'm not trying to bicker with you everyday. As fun as it is, you my friend, are fucking infuriating," Asher says dropping my wrist. I had to admit it but where his warm hand was around my wrist tingles. But that doesn't take away from the fact he has called me difficult and infuriating. To which I am not he is just a dick.

"We are not friends," I laugh at him.

"We can be-" Asher tries but stops before he says anything. I turn around and cock an eyebrow at him waiting for what he has to say. This better be good cause this kid has made me late to BBH once before and it is not happening again. "-friends?"

He struggles with the word and by the look on his face he has never ever had a girl who is just a friend. At his words I make a face. Friends. With Asher Fletcher. Me?

"You're joking?"

"Does it look like I'm fucking joking?" he asks slightly annoyed. I shake my head at him and watch as he stands up from his seat in the lecture hall. His big frame towering over me as he pulls his hood over his brown curly hair. I too stand up straighter and try to look a little less small next to  his large frame.

"Wait, okay fine," I say rather quickly. A smirk covers his handsome face, his brown eyes coasting over me. I can feel the blush coming to my face and I try to think of anything other than last night. I extend a hand, "Friends?"

His smirk deepens shaking my extended a hand, "Friends."