Trainwreck by Heather C. Myers Read Free Book Online

me, and any other girl, I wanted it to work because I put so much time and effort into the relationship. I got into tons fights with my Mom, my brother didn't like him at all, and I lost a close friend because of him. He was all I had, really, but he was also bad for me. And to be honest, I thought everything would work out. I thought I would get my storybook ending. I guess some of it was my fault. All girls want to be with a bad guy and have him change for her, but I guess life isn't always like the movies..."
    "You don't get with someone to change them," Asher told her.
    "I didn't get with him to change him," Sadie said, surprisingly not offended by his comment. "I really liked him. I know he isn't exactly cute or chiseled or whatever, but he had a nice smile and he could make me laugh. The first month of it was really sweet; he was so... but then I found out he smoked weed, and he knew I wasn't into that kind of thing."
    "Wait, you didn't know he smoked?" he asked her in slight disbelief.
    "Looking back on it, I know I should've realized it," she replied. "I mean, he would tell me when to come over but if I showed up early, he would say I couldn't come see him until exactly the time. I tried to compromise; I really wanted to make it work. But it just got to be too much." She pursed her lips in a small frown. "Hey; now I get to ask two questions." Asher just looked her with a tiny smirk but said nothing to stop her. "Hmm... I want to see what's in your wallet."
    "That's not a question," he stated in that dry manner of his.
    "Duh," she retorted in the same tone. "But I still wanna see."
    "Fine, but only if you let me see what's in your bag," he said.
    Sadie rolled her eyes, but nodded, and then reached out her hand expectantly. Asher unchained his wallet and slid it from his back pocket and handed it to her, then proceeded to grab her bag from its place against the wall.
    Sadie opened the wallet, her eyes heading straight for the clear photo slots. Oddly enough, besides for his license, there weren't any pictures. However, occupying the slots were scraps of papers filled with different phone numbers with random female names on the top. Asher rummaged through Sadie's bag in disbelief. She had a few books, two notebooks and an assortment of pens and pencils. When he found her wallet, he unsnapped it and began to rifle through it. There were three different pictures of her and a different guy, probably at prom or some other nonsense where the people had to dress up. A few discount cards, a couple of membership cards, and a debit card were tucked away as well as movie stubs and a driver's license. Some cash was also in there as well.
    "Are all of these girls your girlfriends?" Sadie asked, arching a brow but keeping her eyes on the contents of his wallet.

Chapter 8
    Asher shook his head. "Nope," he replied.

    "Then why do you have these numbers?"

    "There are times when I like to hang with them," was his curt reply.

    "Do they know that you're not exactly faithful?" Sadie asked, chewing the side of her lip very lightly.
    "Yeah," he responded and shrugged nonchalantly. "They don't care." Sadie's brow raised as her eyes fell from his face. He pushed his brow together and glanced up at her. "Do you?"
    "Yeah," Sadie said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Monogamy is how it should be in a relationship."
     
    "Good thing I'm not in a relationship, eh?" he teased, perking his brow.

    She poised her brow in the same manner, except hers was more of a dry look than amused.
    " And I wish I could save you. I wish I could run away with you. To wherever you want to go. And I wish I could save you. But for now, all I can say to you. It's going to be alright." Asher looked up from the opened notebook to Sadie with a serious expression, ignoring the fact that her cheeks were burning. "Who'd you write this for?"
    Sadie paused, not quite able to form words. Nobody had ever read her poetry; not her family, not her