Bia POV

I stared at my blind date as he made some smalltalk and jokes.Which weren't even funny.

I was successful, beautiful and rich. I shouldn't be forced to do all this.Curse you, mom.

"Sorry, someone's calling me." I sighed in relief when my phone rang, the bail from my best friend, Esmeralda.

"No problem."

I walked away as fast as I could on my high heels, holding the phone for dear life.

"Thank you, Esme! You're a lifesaver." I cried into the phone.

Someone bumped into me, making me fall on my a*s.

"What the fu*k, dumbass!?"

I got up, aware that the man had seen a whole lot of my a*s and panties when I fell.

"Bia?"

"... Ash!?"

Flashback

"Ash! Stop it!" I laughed as my best friend tickled the hell out of me.He grinned at the mess I had become, my hair disheveled and eyes red.

"I told you not to tease me." Ash said, lying down next to me on the bed.

"But you touched..."

"Bia!!" Ash warned, furrowing his red brows.

"Okay, okay, sorry! Ragazzo noioso."

"I know you called me boring!" Ash started tickling me again.

"Asher Addison! Get out of my sister's bed!" Sebs voice came from the doorway.

"Why?" I asked Seb, throwing one arm and leg around Ash, preventing him from leaving.

"Because you both are 14 for god's sakes! Do you not have Sex-Ed in school!?"

Ash and I looked at each other, then started laughing again.

"Brother, you needn't worry so much. Asher is like my brother."

"Sebestian, don't worry about them." Dad's voice came.

" Thank you daddy!" I shouted, then tried to get up.

Ash grabbed my hand and flipped me over,so that he was on top of me. I stared at him, deadpanned.

"What have you been watching lately?" I joked, ruffling his silky, smooth hair.

"P*rn." He replied boldly, making me choke.

"Yeah, I don't want to know." I pushed him off me, turning my face to the side. Maybe Seb was right about Ash not being on my bed.

Sign1 of having a crush: racing heart.

Reality

I was stunned looking at the man in front of me. He was wearing a fitted suit, though his hair was still scruffy, and that single piercing I dared him to get.

I opened my mouth to say something.

"Bianca,I just came to check..." My date paused when he saw the two of us staring at each other.

"Hi, I'm Bianca's date, Hardin. You are...?"

Asher glanced at me, surprised.

"I'm Bia's... acquaintance, Asher." They shook hands, tightly smiling at each other.

"Hardin, let's go back." I cleared my throat, linking my arm with my date's.

"Of course." He looked surprised that I was making an effort.

I noticed Asher swallowing hard, his Adams apple bobbing. He had a curious expression on his face, but he smiled politely at us.

"Well, it was... amazing to meet you again, Bia."

Asher Addison POV

I quickly walked to the restaurant, knowing that I was so late to my blind date. Fu*k the date. I had just seen Bianca again, for the first time in three years.

"Good evening,Miss Anderson." I smiled politely at my date, then glanced at the table Bia sat with her date.

"Hi Asher!It's just Debbie." The woman exclaimed, hugging me. I pushed her back, amazed at her boldness. I felt the heat of Bia's gaze on my back, but when I turned around, she'd looked away.

I spoke as less as possible with Debbie, aware that Hardin was touching Bia from time to time, sending her suggestive glances.

I saw Bia laugh at something Hardin said.She looked exactly the same as before, if not better, with her slitted amber eyes, the soft, silky ash grey hair which she dyed on her sixteenth birthday.

Atleast her sense of fashion had changed, from those sweats and hoodies to a yellow sundress.Her eyes were outlined with kohl, her lips tinted with paint.

"Listen, Debbie, I need to use the restroom." I said impatiently as Bia got up with her date.

"Oh okay." The woman stopped talking for the first time in thirty minutes.

I got up, discreetly following the pair down to the entrance where a valet was waiting with two cars. Hardin gripped her waist, pulling her close to him. I growled under my breath when he attempted to kiss her.

"Oops." Bia's voice came, and she slid her hands in between their mouths. I stifled a laugh at the befuddled expression on Hardin's face.

"It was nice meeting you, but I'm not interested in getting married or anything. Tell my mom that I saw through her plan... again."

Bia headed towards the place I was hiding, and before I could run, I saw her face next to me.

"B-Bia." I stuttered, scared. After all she was my best friend, and I knew for a fact that she was proficient in martial arts.

"Asher." Her eyes softened for a second, then hardened again.

"Really Asher, it's better if we keep our distance. I'll be leaving."

My heart hurt at her cold statement. Sure she was my best friend, and I had a crush on her for years, but why was she ignoring me?

Was it because of that girl I dated back then?

I pulled Bia back to me,kissing her hard. I let her go when I was younger, and this time... well, that wasn't going to happen.

Bia didn't react to the kiss, so I bit her lips gently. She hissed in pain, which gave me entrance to her mouth.

"Asher!" She mumbled against my lips, saliva dripping down her mouth, her lips swollen and bleeding.

"Bianca Carmilla Russo-Collins. I'll be damned if I let you go this time." I growled, hugging her.

She was stiff against me, her body hard and unyielding. I buried my face in her fragrant hair, refusing to let go.

"Oh Asher."

Asher POV

"Oh Asher." Bia sighed,stroking my face.,

She looked determined to stay away from me.

"You asked me once who I loved the most in the world. That day I said that it was you .You are the most important person in my life."

She looked stunned for a second.

"When did you say that?" Bia asked, bewildered.

"When you were asleep?" I muttered , running my hands through my hair.

"Well,Ash,a conversation usually works when both the sides are conscious." She snarked, a hint of a smile on her face.

I laughed, hitting her head lightly.

For a moment it was just like the good old -bad times.

(the next chapters will be flashbacks)

I watched Bia snore beside me,and I poked her cheek,amused. She never had any regard for her image.

I looked up to see Mr Collins staring at us,a melancholic expression on his face.

"Yes uncle?" I asked,withdrawing my hand from Bia's cheek.

"When you grow up,make sure you don't break her heart." He said,a wise expression on his handsome face.

"Why would I break Bia's heart?" I asked, confused. And we were only 15 anyway. And it wasn't like Bia liked me...back.

"I know you like her ,boy. I look at my wife the same way."

I flushed,then jumped when Bia threw her hand over my chest.

"But she doesn't like me." I muttered, letting Bia use me as a pillow.

Mr Collins had a secretive smile as he left the room.

I sighed,then shook Bias shoulder.

"Wake up!" I shouted into Bia's ear.She tried to hit me,but I dove out of reach before she could.

"We have to go to school!" I hit her a few times with my pillow.

"No." She mumbled,falling asleep again.

My heart beat faster when I leaned forward and brushed some hair off her face.

"GET UP!" Seb screamed,running into the room. He paused when he saw me leaning over Bia.

"The bus is here!" Mrs Russo shouted. Bia shot off the bed, slamming the bathroom door. In a minute we were zooming down the road, sweaty, but in the bus.

"If you woke up faster...!" I exclaimed, holding my backpack.

"I can't help it! I need the beauty sleep!" Bia mumbled, her head on my shoulder. She was only half conscious, her eyelids dropping.

She still looked good,her silky brown hair draped around her shoulder, her golden eyes framed by thick,dark lashes and her glasses perched on her long, upturned nose.She didn't really need her glasses,but she felt that she looked smart with them on.

"What beauty sleep? You look ugly." I joked.

Bia pinched my arm.

"Ow sorry!"

"Hi Bia!" A guy smiled down at Bia.He was around my height, with dark hair tied back in a small ponytail at the back of his head and grey eyes.

I scowled at him. Did Bia know him? When did she befriend him? Why didn't I know about it?

"Hi El." I snapped my head to the side when Bia shot up in her seat.

Was he my rival?