Green Stains & Hair Pulling (open)

Asa noticed a girl from town approaching him, and in a desperate attempt to make himself look nicer, he licked his fingers and messed his hair up a little bit. He didn't mess it up, though, to where it looked accidental. Just enough to make him look cool. Asa was frightened when the girl he now remembered as Patrina took an apple from the tree. That was against the law! Why would she do that? Didn't she know that she could get them both in trouble?! Asa wanted to slap the apple out of her hand, but he restricted himself. He wanted to make a friend today, not an enemy.

"Oh, I'm just hanging out," he answered truthfully. "What about you?"

Asa scooted over a little bit and patted the space next to him, inviting Patrina to take the seat. The branch he was sitting on was a strong one, so he knew it could hold both of their weights. Asa had to admit, she was pretty. But she was definitely not his type.

Asa's hand rested itself on the space where she would be sitting. It was a test for her, just to see if she was interested in him. Asa enjoyed doing this, even if he didn't like the girl. He liked to experiment with little things to see if she wanted it, just for future reference. What he was doing now was waiting to see if her hand would find his. Of course, he would move his away if she grabbed his, but it would be good to know. Asa waited, like a lion waiting for it's prey as she slowly made her way toward him.

Asa zapped his hand away as soon as her fingers laid themselves on it as if they were touching something gooey and disgusting. He did this in a manner that suggested that this wasn't what he had wanted, when it had been all along. Asa placed his hands in his lap and asked, nearly yelling at Patrina, "What do you think you're doing, grabbing my hand? I have personal space too!" Asa's eyes twinkled, if he wasn't so poor he could have been an actor.

Asa waited for a moment, trying to signify that he felt awkward, which he didn't, before answering her query. "Nothing. You just asked that, don't you remember? Gah!" Asa was satisfied with his performance so far. Most of the time, girls fell for him when they realized he had a mean side to him, which was completely fake. Asa was proud of himself and how easily he could change his personality. It was easier said than done.

Asa fingered the knife that was hitched in his belt loop nervously. Was he fooling her like he had fooled so many other girls? He was usually so confident, but the look in her eyes suggested that she knew too much about him to be lied to easily. If she knew that he was lying, he would know soon, then he would run away from the situation and find something else to do with his time. It was that easy. Well, he could always just push her out of the tree and hope something broke, but that seemed way to harsh. He would know what he would do in a matter of seconds.

A plan began to form inside of Asa's mind as soon as he saw her wince when she touched her cheek. The only bad part of the plan was that she now knew. He could tell by the gleam in her eye that suggested that she knew something Asa didn't know. But he did. He knew everything. She thought she was a genius for figuring it out, but, to tell the truth, if it took her this long she was less than dumb.

Asa ignored her statement about him being bipolar and shot his hand out, catching her before she fell out of the tree. "If I were a jerk, would I save you from killing yourself?" The plan was working perfectly. There was just one thing to do now. He had to embarrass her by making her admit her injury. Asa leaned over and kissed her injured cheek. Hard. He then pulled back and waited for her to do something.

Asa wasn't a mean guy, he just liked laughing. And this was going to make him die of laughter.

Asa chuckled, seeing her angry expression. he saw her slowly rearing back before she even released the apple. He was able to raise his hand and catch it, before throwing it on the ground and saying, "I won't hold it over your head, cause now I crushed your apple. We're even." Asa's hand rested itself at his side after it finished fiddling with his knife. He didn't need it. Not yet at least.

Asa scooted to where Patrina's shoulder brushed his own. His face turned to face hers and, in a soft voice, he said, "You know when you throw apples at boys you like, it sends mixed signals." His perfect lips formed these words with ease, not hesitating to think about what he should say. He had been thinking about what he was going to say since he saw her hand release the apple. He was a quick thinker after all.

Asa's green eyes glittered with joy. His trap was about to snap. He had her just where he wanted her.

Asa's eyebrows pushed together in anger when she remarked about his stain. Without planning, or even giving it thought, he shouted out, "Well what about your blue cheek?! That won't wash out for sure!" Asa immediatly knew that this was the crossroads for where this relationship would go. She would either fall for him because of his attitude, or leave him because of his rudeness. He wanted a friend, not an enemy. And so far, the results seemed to favor enemy.

Asa's right hand went to his knife nervously and plucked it out of its small sheath. He pricked his thumb with it, as if to tell himself to calm down, and then deposited it back into its holder. Blood droplets scurried down his thumb, spreading warmth as far as his wrist. He bit his bottom lip in discomfort before wiping his thumb on the inside of his pants. The blood stopped pouring out, but he needed to be careful, just in case. An open wound was never a good thing when you had to work all day.

Asa's bottom lip quivered. The pain from his thumb was too great to keep bottled up inside. He had cut a little too deep. He let out a faint moan and squeezed his eyes shut, allowing tears to escape from them. Asa desperately wiped his thumb against his pants to stop the pain, but it just kept coming back. It was no use.

"It isn't your fault," he managed to say, "It's mine. I was trying to play you, but it doesn't seem to working. Plus, you aren't like all the other girls. You're so cruel and conniving." He watched her expression as he said this, managing a smirk as he batted his eyelashes flirtatiously. "I love it." Asa's tears dried into his skin, leaving dark trails on his cheeks. He tried to wipe them off to no avail. It didn't matter, though. She didn't care. She was different.