Asher
Song: Every Teardrop A Waterfall by Coldplay
Ella
As I walked through the school's hallway, I tripped. It was the snobbiest A+ student to ever grace the halls of West Laurence High School, Marie Tacker, that stuck her leg out to trip me...again. She laughed a nasally as I pulled myself up and started to search for my books. I reached for my literature when a tug was at the other end of it. I looked upward to stare into one blue eye, one green. It was a guy, one that I hadn't seen before. He had dark brown curly hair that was kinda flippy and long. He smiled and released the book into my hands.
"Nice wipeout." he said jokingly. I giggled.
"If only I could manage that without the help of a certain student." I countered. He wagged his finger at me.
"You'll learn."
I didn't know which eye to focus on. Each was icy and light and unique.
"I'm Asher, by the way." he said. I liked that name, all of a sudden. As I turned to face a grimace at Marie, I found myself waving politely at her. She raised her eyebrows. She was a joke. If Max knew...or worse, if Fang or Iggy knew...she would be toast. They'd pretty much beat her up. Sad enough, My mood lifted at the thought. I spun around to face Asher again.
"Ella." I introduced myself. Asher cocked his head like a confused puppy.
"What class do you have next?" he inquired.
"Oh, ah...Creative Writing elective, followed by Vocal Coaching after school."
"Me, too. Er...the creative writing, not the vocal coaching. I could never sing really well, unless you like the sound of a cat getting hit with a bat."
I laughed.
"...But Ella, I'm sure your voice is beatiful. Sing for me?"
There was nothing that I wanted to do more.
"You'll have to wait for the talent show. Auditions are tomorrow, you know."
I hoped that he would audition. I could see him at every rehersal. Curiously, he tapped his chin.
"You know, I think I might audition. I've always been pretty good at hip-hop dancing, or any moves at all." He slid across the hall, ending closer to my side.
"Or so I'm told."
Oh, dear. It had just dawned on me that maybe she'd kill Asher more for liking me than Marie Tacker beating me up...
"Have you been told?"
"Why, yes, Miss Ella. I can have my people call your people...but, alas, I don't have your phone number."
"Oh, it's...Asher C'mon! Very clever, very clever." I joked.
"I should hope so. I want to give that air to...possibly...my girlfriend?"
Something just felt so right about it. Even though I hardly knew him, I could tell that this was right.
"Definitely"