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    Phoebe glanced between us, caught. “Move.”  Asher said simply, and nonchalantly took off his jacket.
    Thick black lines wound around his bicep in an intricate tattoo. His V-neck black shirt was enough to prove that no, Asher Grayson didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body.
    Phoebe swallowed, gathered her things, and moved to a different seat. She shot me an apologetic smile before averting her gaze.
    Asher slid into the seat. It was almost comical, seeing him in the seat Phoebe had vacated a second ago.
    I groaned, covering my palms with my hands. “Why won’t you leave me alone?”
    “As your dance partner, it’s my duty to be friendly.”
    “That’s a load of baloney. You don’t do friendly. And I’m not your partner!”
    “How would you know if I do friendly or not?” he said, ignoring the last part of my protest.
    “You’re Asher Grayson,” I said scathingly. “You break hearts like they’re toys, yet they still love you. You’re scary as hell. And I’m pretty sure you’re the devil.”
    Asher had to lean his forehead against the desktop while he laughed. He clutched his side, and even though I tried not to, I found myself loving the deep, velvety sound of his laugh. Unfortunately, it was usually at my expense.
    He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still chuckling. The teacher was talking, ignoring Asher’s mirth. Engaging him was more trouble than it was worth for them.
    And yet you’re calling him the devil, shoving him, and threatening to impair his equipment? Did you huff paint this morning?
    Resolutely, I faced the front. My ears were flaming with embarrassment. Tristan and Kelsie were shooting glances at Asher, questioning him with their eyes.
    I could feel him staring at me. It made paying attention very difficult. I opened my notebook and tried very hard to pay attention. When it was evident that Physics wouldn’t be distracting me from the presence to my left, I discreetly stuck my earphones in and hunched out of the teachers view.
    My iPod was on shuffle, and the first song to pay was ‘Nobody Compares” by One Direction. I was into their catchy songs, not so much the slower stuff.
    I mouthed the words, tapping my pencil to the beat. I doodled a paisley on the edge of my paper absently. Paisleys were so fun to draw.
    The next song came on, and my pencil dropped.
    Britney Spears “Criminal”.
    Britney, you’re really getting under my skin this week.
                  Suddenly, a hand reached over and plucked an ear phone from my ear. Asher scooted closer and stuck the bud in his ear.
                  Shoot! Holy crackers with-
                  Asher’s face contorted, and I knew he was coming up with a million dirty jokes. I yanked the ear bud from his ear roughly, my ears and cheeks flaming. That was like triple the humiliation.
                  The bell rang, and we gathered our things. I tucked my iPod away and rushed to the dance studio.
                  What’s the point? I’m still gonna see him there.
                  Mrs. Knut was taking attendance. “Go change,” she said the minute she saw me.
                  Fantastic. This day just kept getting better and better.
                  I went into the girl’s locker room, my least favorite place in the whole high school. It smelled, most of the girls had no problem strutting around completely naked, and there was always gum stuck to the weirdest places.
                  Ignoring the cluster of giggling volleyball players near me, I tugged on black tights that stopped at my knees and a blue tank top. My hair was already tied. The hum in the locker room lowered as Brenda Curtis entered.
                  How was it possible to look perfect when you were covered in sweat? I always looked and smelled like a naked mole rat when I was sweaty.
                  As she made her way past, she