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having early winters, and it didn’t look like this year was going to be any different.
                  On the other hand, this year has the potential to be something else completely.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
    Till Dance Do Us Part
                 
     
     
    School was uneventful. Mrs. Knut had to teach us basic safety instructions and stretches that the state mandated she teach everyone, so I was spared the roller-coaster ride that was Asher. He didn’t bother me at lunch, and things were…normal.
    It wasn’t until Friday that the relative peace was shattered.
                  “Alright everyone, partner up!” Mrs. Knut exclaimed, clapping her hands. Honestly, I had no idea why that woman was always so excited. Maybe she inhaled a few cups of coffee too many?
                  I heard a heavy sigh behind me. “Are you going to stand there all day, partner ?” Asher intoned sarcastically.
                  Turning, I crossed my arms over my chest and kept quiet. Whatever neuron that had taken over earlier that made me respond viciously to Asher had regained some sense. Keeping quiet was the best tactic in this situation.
                  “Are we back to not speaking?” He pursed his lips.
                  Cricket, cricket.
                  Asher leaned against the wall, drawing my gaze to clothes. Only he could make low-slung sweats and a simple shirt that good. His dark was mussed around his head, and the muscles on his biceps bulged when he crossed his arms over his chest.
                  “Done checking me out?”
                  My cheeks heated, and I quickly averted my gaze. “You wish,” I muttered lowly.
                  He stuck a hand behind his ear in an exaggerated motion. “Did you say something?”
                  Mrs. Knut was walking around, instructing each group on their dance routines. We were the last group she’d be instructing, which meant I had to endure more of his teasing.
                  “You know, usually I like it when there’s no useless small talk, but I get the feeling that you’re making a stand.” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. 
                  Oh schnitzel. He was going to start taking my silence as some kind of challenge. According to the bouncer Asher had shoved through a window when he wouldn’t let him into a club, Grayson didn’t like losing.
                  “Huh. Maybe you can’t seem to speak because you’re too nervous. I do get that a lot.”
                  Could he be more arrogant? It was kind of funny, actually. If he was trying to goad me, it wasn’t going to work.
                  “ Or you’re intellectually unable to keep up?”
                  Disregard previous statement, because I was officially goaded. Did he think because I wasn’t in the AP classes he was in, that meant I wasn’t as smart or something? In my opinion, college classes should be taken in college.
                  “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked angrily.
                  He threw his hands in the air. “Finally! It speaks.”
                  He’d called me an ‘it’ again! That was the second time in a week!
                  Amused, he gestured at my stance. “Your reactions are hilarious. It’s impossible to resist.”
                  Silently, I gave him the one-fingered salute.
                  His smile dropped. Hah! Victory!
                  “That’s not very nice.” Asher informed me dryly. “Why are you so fu-freaking defensive all the time? Take a joke, would ya?”
                  From elementary school to this moment, I’d been told to learn how to ‘take a joke’ near a million times. Hey, I’m going to scare the crap out of you-learn to