Asher “Yo, what the fuck, Prince? You let that sweet ass just dip out on you?” Dale comments as we get ready for practice. I shrug, pushing on my gear. “Shit was getting stale; maybe some new pussy will get me more motivated,” I say to a gaggle of jeers from the team. Becoming the asshole jock was an easy role to slip into lately, especially since my team saw me picking on Liam and beating up the other queer, Jason. I seemed to have gained their respect more, which is sickening if you ask me. Fuck it, and it’s only for a few more months, then I’ll be out of this fucking place. Dale moves closer and slings an arm over my shoulder. “So if we had to, you know, fuck at the bonfire, would there be any hard feelings between us?” He asks, asshole that he is, but I just flash him a grin. “Have at it, make sure she sucks your dick first, though. She’s a genius with her mouth,” I say and see his eyes widen. He didn’t expect my answer, but he clapped me on the back anyway, grinning like a f
Liam All I want to do is be left alone. Couldn’t they fucking see that? Or do they get off on my misery? Dale and his gang of closeted assholes got me as I walked to my car, clocking me one in the nose before I could even register what was happening. Walking away and jeering, they left me alone with a bleeding nose and nursing my wounded pride. The best part of all was when I got home; Asher was there pretending to care about me and see if I was hurt. Can’t these months pass by without me having to wonder if I make it out alive? Can’t I just catch a fucking break? After I clean myself up, I remove my glasses and walk toward my bed, breathing out a sigh as I sit down and try to level my anxiety. I didn’t want to cry, not like this, while I had the King of Assholes sitting in my kitchen, waiting for me to tutor him. My life fucking sucked. A knock comes from the door; it’s probably my mother coming to check on me, so I get up and walk towards the door. “Liam, are you okay?” I am a
Asher **HOMOPHOBIC SLURS** Am I gay? Am I fucking bi? I tested this theory last night by watching porn, and by the end of the night, I’ve come to this conclusion: I still don’t fucking know. The normal porn got me hard, but I found myself looking at the guy’s dick entering the chick more than the actual fucking chick. The gay porn, on the other hand, had me exploding within a few fucking pumps of my fist. Ah, fuck it. I admitted to Liam how I felt and didn’t feel any better about it either. It was a bitter pill to swallow, admitting I had these urges that I know I’m not supposed to have. It’s not that girls disgust me, but I’ve always been bored while fucking them. They keep me entertained for a little while, then as soon as the novelty wears off, my dick goes limp. Fuck, I will really need to think about this - or talk to a fucking shrink. Everything seemed to go by in a blur throughout the school day, and before I knew it, it was time to practice. We file into the locker rooms, a
Liam I’ve been pacing my floor for the last half an hour, nerves eating the last remnants of my sanity. Not only did the football team not even look my way today, but it was Friday - date night with Jason. After what’s happened with Asher, I can’t even look my own boyfriend in the face anymore. What the hell is wrong with me? The moment I get a boyfriend, I go and cheat on him. Not that it was my fault! Ah, fuck. I walk to my bed and sit down, hanging my head in my hands. Tonight will be fine, and it’s not like it’s my first date with a guy - oh, wait, yes, it is. Crap, I need to calm down. So I take a deep breath and leave my room, but just as I do, my cell phone rings. When I look at the caller ID, I see it’s Jason. “Hey,” I answer, attempting to sound okay and managing to keep the quiver from my voice. “I’m outside, babe,” he replies, causing my heart to leap at the ‘babe’ nickname. “I’ll be right out,” Locking the door behind me, I walk up to Jason’s truck with a smile on my
**TRIGGER WARNING - SEXUAL ASSAULT*** Liam Ugh, fuck. My head hurts. I sit up in my bed, holding my throbbing head with one hand and trying to open my eyes, but this room is too damn bright. When I eventually open my eyes, I grab my cell phone from my bedside table to check the time. 9 AM! I am fucking late for school! As soon as I jumped out of bed, I immediately regretted it because my headache blinded me for a few seconds. “Woah, what the f….” I trail off, holding my head in my hands. Where did this headache come from? I walk towards my bathroom and notice my clothes strewn all over the bathroom floor. The heck? My jeans get my attention, and then flashes of memory return. Wait, I went out on a date with Jason last night, didn’t I? We went to watch a movie, then had a little picnic in the bed of his truck, we had champagne, things got a bit heavy…. Then what? How did I end up at home? We definitely did some exploring from the pain in my lower back and butt, but how could I n
Asher 11 am Saturday and a full day of hitting the gym. Last night I overindulged on Capitals and beer, and today I’m fucking feeling it. I’m not usually a big fast food eater, fuck I probably only prefer my mom’s cooking. But last night, I needed to bring a bit of camaraderie to the team again, and I think it worked. It also helped that Liam wasn’t available to tutor me, which actually worked out great. Mama Jane’s was packed as usual and didn’t mind our rowdy bunch in the back. In fact, I think it drew in more customers. Everyone loved the football team, even if we were all a bunch of assholes. This was the only place that would serve us beer and get away with it - only because my dad fucking owns the business. So here I am, up since 5 am and pumping iron as if my life depended on it. “Asher!” I hear my old man call and immediately feel fear grip my chest. This man had the means to make me feel extremely small, and right now, I did not want to face him. But I knew ignoring him w
Asher A few hours later, I was back in my room, pacing the floor and waiting for an answer. I texted Liam just before we left, but he still has not answered my question. It was 8 pm now, and I knew that he and his mom would have had dinner by now. After a few more minutes, I made up my mind and grabbed the keys to my truck and headed out. My dad wouldn’t be back until tomorrow since he had to stay overnight at OSU, so fuck my curfew. It took me fifteen minutes to pull up a block away from Liam’s place. I did this because my truck would have let him know that I was outside, not because of who would see it. When I get to his house, I go around the back, but not into the kitchen; I head to Liam’s room. Luckily, he didn’t have a two-storey house, so knocking on his window was easier than sneaking into Fallon’s room. A movement by his curtain catches my attention, so I knock again. His curtain moves back slightly, and his face scans the backyard; and I notice that he has a terrified loo
Liam Asher’s admission the other night still brings a smile to my face. The fucking quarterback liked me and wanted us to start something but wouldn’t push me about it. He held me as I broke down in front of him and stayed with me until I fell asleep; I could still smell his yummy cologne on my pillow the day afterwards. We text every day, but he doesn’t come over; I think it’s to give me some space, and I honestly appreciated that so much. I would be over the damn moon if it weren’t for this constant sadness and anxiety. I know I am being a complete coward by hiding out here at home, but I don’t think I’m ready to face Jason yet. He will probably deny the entire thing, so I’m not even going to bother. Maybe I should just get up and face the world; God knows staying cooped up in here won’t help me. An hour later, I am driving into the Waterford High parking lot with my heart sitting in my chest. It’s lunchtime now, so hopefully, the teachers won’t be too upset with me for showing u