ASHER
I’m not a good person. I’ve never subscribed into the notion of being some insipid girl’s knight in shiny armor. As far as I know, girls are only good for f*****g and looking at. Especially the pretty ones.
Which is why I don’t get my fascination with the freckled, goggles-wearing geek I share most of my classes with.
Hazel Bell.
Even her name sounds just like her. Plain. Easily forgettable. The only thing slightly remarkable about her is that big brain of hers.
She always the first one to shoot her hand up in the air, always eager to answer questions. Ever ready to please members of faculty. A regular teachers’ pet.
And then, there’s the way she makes it so easy whenever I would tease her. She’s a fun one to rile up. Perhaps that’s why I’m hooked.
The girls I’m used to, mos
