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are the same," she muttered as she turned back around.
    "I'm sorry?" Asher asked on edge.
    "I said," Sadie said, turning around to glance at him, "that all you stoners are the same."
    "How would you know?" he asked her, raising a challenging brow. "I've never seen you hanging out with one of us. In fact, I've never seen you speak to us, let alone look at us. So don't go thinking that you know us."
    "I dated a stoner," she told him.

    "So?" Asher asked, furrowing his brow. "Tony McAllister doesn't even go to this school anymore."
    Sadie opened her mouth to say something, but then promptly closed it. "I don't want to talk about this anymore," she said, and though her voice was calm, it was also firm. She turned back around and looked back down at her book, hoping to get lost between the pages...
    "A book?" Asher asked, pushing his chair back and plopping in between Sadie and Edward. "What, do you read?"
    "What are you doing?" Sadie hissed at him, promptly shutting the book and moving it out of his grasp.
    "Is that what you do? Read?"

    "God, why do you care?"

    "I don't care." Asher shrugged nonchalantly. "I just want to know."
    "Just tell him, Sadie," Edward said. "It'll get him to shut up."
    "Yeah," Asher said, smirking at her. "Listen to your boyfriend."
    "Screw you."
    "I actually don't swing that way, Sporto," Asher said, tossing his hair out of his face. "Why don't you try asking the dork up there? He looks pretty fruity to me."
    "I actually like girls," Anthony corrected, but it went on deaf ears.

    "Why don't you just shut up?" Sadie asked, meeting Asher's stare with her own.
    He leaned his head forward so their faces were only a few inches apart. Sadie swallowed, suddenly nervous and eager to distant herself from him, but her pride refused to budge. Her mother always told her she had her grandfather's pride, and that it would be her ultimate downfall, much like a Greek hero.
    "Why don't you just answer the question?" he asked her softly.
    Sadie swallowed again but forced her eyes to narrow into his. "If I do," she began, "will you go back to your seat?"
    "Only if you want me to, sweetheart," he murmured in return.

    "Poetry," she finally told him. "Lyrical poetry. That's what I like to do."
    Asher said absolutely nothing, nor did he move his face away from hers. His brown eyes skimmed her facial features, trying to detect if she was lying or not.
    "Will you go now?" she asked, perking her brow up expectantly.
    Asher grinned at her and made it a point to slowly stand. He glanced over at Edward who was now focused on his soccer ball once again, causing his hair to follow his sharp movement. Without a word, Asher grabbed the soccer ball from the table and threw it in the opposite direction, nearly hitting the two girls who were once again consumed with their menial tasks. Two screeches and a muttered swear word caused Asher's smirk to deepen, and he weaseled around Sadie's chair before plopping into his own, as though nothing happened. Sadie watched as the ball bounced a couple of times, and then finally rolled into the computer center.
    "What the hell, man?" Edward asked, standing up and turning to face Asher.
    "I don't understand the question," Asher said, and though Sadie hated to admit it, she hid an amused smile behind the back of her hand.
    "What don't you understand, dipshit?" Edward said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Sadie felt her body tense; she had seen Edward play soccer before, and there were times when he reminded her more of an animal than a man. Now was definitely one of those times. "Go get my ball."
    "I'm not a dog, jock strap," Asher said, his brow furrowing and his eyes narrowing in anger as well.
    "You look like one," Roxy put in, smirking as though what she said was funny.
    "Like you're one to talk, Roxy," Sadie said before she could stop herself. Immediately, she realized what she said and then closed her mouth abruptly. She chanced a glance up at Asher, who was smirking down at her with