Page 62 of Sweet Possession

Heading straight to my locker, I grab my books and make my way to the bathroom. Inside, I pull my cell out of my pocket and shoot a text message to Asher.

Me: Logan knows about us. His dad must have told him. He confronted me in the parking lot.

Sighing, I drop my books on the counter and lean against the ceramic sink. My mind was half made up before what just happened with Logan, and now it’s one hundred percent made up. I will not stay at Coral Lakes. The pregnancy is stressful enough, I don’t need to worry about Logan and what he will do next. I’ll tell Asher tonight about my decision. I know he’s going to argue with me again, but he needs to understand that it’s not up to him. If I am old enough to have his baby, then I can make my own choices. It’s not ideal, but I don’t have any other options. If Logan, Brody, or Louis go to the principal or board, I’ll lose my scholarship anyway. I would rather walk away than give them the power to take it away from me.

My cell chimes, alerting me to a message. Swiping at the screen, Asher’s name pops up.

Asher: Are you okay? Did that fucker hurt you? I swear to God, I’ll kill him if he touched you.

My fingers fly across the screen.

Me: I’m fine. He just said some things. We need to talk about this later.

His response is immediate.

Asher: Okay, angel. See you later.

The homeroom bell sounds, making me jump. Pushing my cell back into my pocket, I grab my books and make my way to class.

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The rest of the day goes as smooth as can be expected, given the circumstances. I avoid Logan as much as I can, and when he does try and engage with me, I ignore him, which only fuels his anger. He drops snide little remarks, careful not to say too much but enough to put me on edge. By the time I make it to Asher’s class, I’m about ready to get the hell out of this place.

Strolling inside Asher’s classroom, I breathe out a sigh of relief. I know if Logan does anything in the next hour, Asher will put him in his place, regardless of the consequences. He will not stand by and let Logan abuse me in any way. I know I can count on him to have my back.

Asher sits behind his desk, staring at his laptop. As if sensing me, he lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine when I walk into his classroom. His gaze rakes over every inch of me, lingering a couple seconds longer on my stomach, and his lips curve into a small smile. I can’t help but grin and shake my head. He is obsessed with me being pregnant. And here I thought he would think I was trapping him.

Taking my seat, I pull out my books and wait for class to start. Students file inside, and I know the moment Logan steps inside because I feel his dirty gaze on me. The idiot probably thinks I won’t tell Asher about this morning, but he’s wrong. Asher and I don’t have secrets from each other.

Logan steps past me—too close for my liking—and, dropping his voice for only me to hear, he says. “I can’t wait to show you how a real man fucks. You’ll be begging for my dick and dumping the old man by the time the week’s up.”

I hear a growl. My eyes dart to Asher, but his are boring a hole into the back of Logan’s head. “Take your seat, Mr. Carrington,” he grits out through clenched teeth. Logan glances over his shoulder, flashing him a devious smirk. Asher pushes out of his seat, his fists balled, jaw ticking. “Now,” he booms, making the whole class fall quiet and the atmosphere turn stifling.

Logan’s smirk falls, before he quickly covers it with an arrogant chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Grant. Calm down, I’m going.” He steps past me, only to stop and take the seat behind me. I tense, my back straightening with anxiety. What the fuck is he playing at?

Asher’s gaze moves from me to the asshole behind me. He scowls. “That is not your usual seat, Logan. Move to the back of the class where you normally sit.” I can tell he is trying to keep his voice calm, but I hear the venom in it.

“Nah, Mr. Grant. I think I’ll stay right here,” Logans responds with conviction.

Asher takes a step forward, his eyes moving to me. I shake my head in warning, pleading with him to let it go. It’s only an hour. I can do this. Taking a breath, Asher throws Logan a look so deadly it even scares me, before taking his seat and starting class.

I go through the motions, trying to focus as much as I can, but it’s hard. I can tell Asher is struggling too, if the looks he keeps sending Logan’s way are anything to go by.

When the bell sounds at the end of class, I breathe out a sigh of relief, only to stiffen when hot breath hits my ear. “Catch you later, whore.” Logan winks at me and saunters away. I glance up to find Asher’s eyes watching him until he disappears through the door.

His gaze then moves to me. He frowns, and when the last student files out, he steps towards me. “What did he say?”

I shrug and start gathering up my books. “Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

“Angel?” His tone draws my attention to him, and the look on his face tells me not to lie.

“He just said I was a whore. It’s not a big deal, Asher.” I push out of my chair but the look on his face has me pausing.

“It is a big deal, Remi. I am going to kill that little fuck. How dare he speak to you that way,” he seethes.

Sighing, I place a palm on his chest. “Baby, calm down. It’s just words. I’m going to grab some art supplies and then I’ll meet you at home, okay?”

He runs a hand through his dark blonde hair, taking a calming breath. “Okay. We’ll talk about this when we get home though. I think we both have a lot of decisions to make.” It’s a statement, and one I’m not going to argue with. We do need to discuss what we are doing going forward. There is no way I can stay here.

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