Asher Sinclair || your enemy

The first thing you learned about him was that he was an arrogant jerk.

The second was that he was going to be sitting beside you for the entire semester.

You stared at the name written on the seat beside you

Asher Sinclair.

“You've got to be kidding me,” you muttered.

“Problem?” a deep voice came behind you

You turns and look up.

He was standing in front of you, one hand in his pocket, wearing the most irritatingly confident smirk you'd ever seen.

“You're in my seat.”

His eyebrow lifted. “There's no name on it.”

“There is now.”

You grabbed your bag and placed it firmly on the chair.

He laughed.

Actually laughed.

“Interesting.”

“What?”

“You're the first person who's ever tried to argue with me over a chair.”

“And you're the first person I've ever wanted to throw out of one.”

His smile widened.

“Looks like this is going to be fun.”

You hated him already.

And, unfortunately, you had no idea how much worse it was going to get.