The Bad Boy's Dance by Vera Calloway Read Free Book Online

Mrs. Knut suggested, then nodded decisively. “Yes, next Friday. I’d highly recommend getting started this weekend.”
    And with that outrageous declaration, she flounced to another group.
    Was that woman going loco with the Sharpie fumes? Her solution to two people who were fighting was to throw them together more? I sincerely hoped no one let her into the chemistry building.
    “Great. Freaking great. Now I’ve got to cram everything I needed to do over the weekend into today,” Asher groaned.
    Oh, and he didn’t say ‘freaking’.
    “If it makes you feel any better, I was supposed to spend my weekend with Dana and Caleb, and now that’s shot too.”
    “It doesn’t make me feel better,” he replied, voice thick with irritation. “This class is way more work than it should be.”
    “Yeah, but we get to drop after first semester, so it kind of evens out.”
    The bell rang, once again my saving grace. Before I could make my escape, Asher caught hold of my elbow. “Wait.”
    “What?” I tried to shake him off, but he had a tight grip on me.
    “Give me your number. I’ll text you my address, and you can come over on Friday.”
    I stopped. Somehow, the fact that I’d have to spend all of Saturday with Asher at his house had eluded me. The budding nervousness and fear in my chest were not good signs.
    “Why can’t it be at my house?” I tried.
    He snorted, still not releasing me. “Let’s see, Marsha, the Brady Bunch are going to be too distracting for us to get the assignment done as fast as possible. We won’t have that problem at my place.”
    What the-Brady Bunch? Seriously? And why was I Marsha? Well, it is better than the bitterly jealous Jan. Hmm. Should be getting called Marsha a compliment then? No, that would be more a compliment within an insult, which negates the-
    “Robello?” Asher snapped me from my mental rambling.
    “Fine,” I replied curtly. “But so help me God, if you try anything funny, you’ll be walking bow-legged.”
    He dropped my elbow, surprised by my agreement. He didn’t seem a tad bit unnerved by my threat. Guess he’d heard a lot worse with his lifestyle. “I won’t try anything…unless you ask me too.”
    Asher handed me his phone, a sleek Samsung Galaxy S5 with an expensive cover before I could reply with a scathing retort. I couldn’t figure out how to work the contraption.
    “Stop stabbing the screen,” Asher said. “Give me, just tell me what your number is.”
              I recited my phone number, shuffling away slowly. Asher was watching my retreat with amusement. “You can go now.”
    So I did.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
    So What if it Could Probably Solve the Country’s Debt Problem?
     
     
     
    “Let me get this straight- you’re going to his house tomorrow?”
    Dana was in shock. We were lying on the floor of my room, surfing the internet and chatting. When I’d nonchalantly- in my opinion- informed her of why I couldn’t go with her and Caleb tomorrow, she’d spilled the nail polish over her hand.
    She wasn’t happy that she’d have lobster fingers for the weekend.
    “Yes! But it’s only for the project Mrs. Knut dumped on us.”
    Suddenly, Dana grinned slyly. “You’re going to be all alone with the school’s-hell, the city’s- bad boy? What if tries to woo you, Ives?”
    “Ouch!” she rubbed her arm where I’d smacked her.
    “It’s not like that Dana!” I patted my warming cheeks. Thanks, Mom, for giving me the gene that made my own face turn against me. “And hey, I thought you hated the Plastics!”
    She shrugged and propped herself up on her elbow. “Asher Grayson isn’t really a part of the Plastics. He’s not easily categorized. Actually, I’m starting to think that the Plastics just started following him around and he went with it.”
                  “Ivy!” my mom called.
                  I opened the door to my room and stuck my head over the banister to find