Asher
It’s been about a week since Liam started tutoring me, and yesterday I handed in my essay. I’m confident in what I wrote, but I can’t help thinking of my father’s taunt regarding my tuition. Knowing my old man would make good on his threat, I know this. As I said, I’m my father’s prodigy, not his son.
“Mr Prince, please stay behind,” Mrs Williams calls as the lunch bell goes.
“Fuck, what did I do now?” I think to myself as I grab my things, and I feel eyes on the back of my head, already knowing that it was Liam staring at me. As soon as the class empties, Mrs Williams gets up and walks towards me, then puts a piece of paper in front of me. I look down, and my heart stopped - it was my essay.
B. I got a fucking B!
I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry! When I looked up at Mrs Williams, she had a smile on her face.
“Is Liam tutoring you?” she suddenly asks, and my heart jumps into my throat. How the fuck did she know? Then she chuckles.
“I knew it. Keep it up, Asher, and you’ll be on your way to OSU next year. We have an upcoming test next week, so cram up.” She says, and I nod before she walks away. I take this as my cue to leave and grab my paper from the desk before bolting for the cafeteria.
Fuck yeah! This grade lifts my spirits a fuck ton! I take out my cell phone and snap a picture of my grade before sending it off to Liam with a thank you. I can’t believe this!
“What the fuck is that smile about? Do I have to fight someone?” Fallon’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I realize that I walked to our usual table on autopilot. I look up at her and show her the paper with a proud grin on my face.
“Wow, babe! Congrats!” She says and flung her arms around me, planting a kiss on my lips.
“Wanna celebrate later?” she asks with a flirtatious wink that actually caused my dick to twitch.
“I’ll pick you up later,” I say and pull her against me before my lips are on hers in a demanding kiss.
I feel a clap on my back. “Looks like your dad’s money is paying off, Prince!” He says when he sees my paper.
“Fuck, I might just ask you for their number later,” Brock comments as well, and all I do is grin while trying to hide my awkwardness.
If only they knew, they wouldn’t be saying that.
For some reason, Fallon picks up on my mood shift and pulls me aside. “Ash, are you okay?” she asks, placing a hand on my arm.
I frown. “Yeah, I am. Why?” I ask, confused because I know I’ve hidden my emotions well over the last few months. But she shakes her head.
“You’ve been acting strange these last few days, and you completely ignore me on most days as well. Did I do something wrong?” She asks, and I immediately feel guilty.
The truth is, I didn’t know if I still wanted Fallon. Before, when I used to look at her, I would feel pride or even some form of love, but not anymore. It’s like my feelings for her have dried up.
But I couldn’t let her know that - the prettiest girl in school needed to be seen with me.
I cup her cheek. “You have it all wrong, baby. I’m just under a lot of pressure right now. My dad is threatening to sponsor the Mountford quarterback if I don’t get my grades up.” I say, hoping this would get her off my back and lucky me—her face screws up into a worrying frown.
“Oh! Damn, babe, I didn’t know it was that bad. Now I feel stupid for thinking it was something I had done,” she says, and a slight blush crossed her cheek, which I kiss.
“It’s never you, don’t worry. Just give me some time to get over this bump, then I’ll be all yours again.” I say, making promises I knew I wouldn’t keep.
She smiles then. “Okay. Pick me up after school, and I’ll make you forget for a little while,”
Oh, fuck. I said I would go with her, but I had to study with Liam this afternoon. Ah, I’ll tell him that I’ll be a bit late - I could do with forgetting for a little while, even if the sex with Fallon wasn’t the same anymore.
The rest of the day goes by quickly, with some teachers remarking on my progress. How the hell did I get better after only a week of Liam’s tutoring? He was crazy good; I don’t think he knew it yet.
But as I think back to how his face lit up after explaining things to me, I couldn’t help but smile. The guy was cool, but I knew we could never be friends outside of school - not with his sexual orientation in a town that hated gays.
“Prince!”
I snap out of my thoughts, remembering where I was and look up at the coach.
“Pay attention; this goes for all of you! Next Friday is the Fall bonfire and pep rally. I want you all there geared up and ready. Everyone is expecting us to crush Mountford in our opening game, so let’s give them hell for even thinking of stepping foot into our territory!” Coach exclaims, riling the team up.
The Fall Bonfire Rally. Damn, I had forgotten about this. The bonfire signals the start of football season and is held a week before we play our first game. The entire town gets into this, and our games are always packed, so I couldn’t afford to pussyfoot around with this either.
To be honest, I wasn’t in the mood for the pep rally at all, but being the quarterback, I’ll be required to go. Ah, fuck, might as well make the best of it then.
***
Liam
It’s been a weird week for me.
Every time Asher leaves my house, I feel like I can breathe for the first time. His presence is overwhelming in a sort of Alpha way. How I keep my cool around him, I don’t know. Those hazel eyes do something to my insides, not to mention his biceps and sandy blonde hair and his delicious aftershave.
Hmm, I need to stop this shit, or I’ll end up hurt. I’m currently in the school library, and it has been home time for about an hour now, but there was a paper I needed to do a few finishing touches on. This requires my attention for now.
I shake the thoughts of those hazel eyes out of my head and decide to check my messages. The name displayed on my screen could have given me a heart attack - Asher Prince. He had sent this earlier in the day, but as usual, my phone was on silent.
When I open the message, a warm feeling crosses my chest; Asher got a B on his paper! Ah, my tutoring was helping! He thanked me for helping him out and said, I smile at the message while my mind drifts to when he winked at me that first day of my tutoring him. I could have died right there - he was too gorgeous to be alive.
Anyway! I got onto my phone to check the time; instead, I got an even bigger distraction. Asher Prince was not good for my health. Why was he pretending to be an asshole in public, but he’s one of the nicest people in person? Was his reputation that sacred to him?
“Guys like Asher Prince are a dime a dozen, especially in a small town like this. They’ll suck you dry and toss you aside as soon as they’re done with you.”
My mother’s words ricochet in my mind and bring me straight down to earth. These words were true, no matter which way I looked at it. I was being used, and he would probably still allow the bullying to continue while using me. I truly am dumb, even with my full ride to my dream college.
Would I be able to get out of this?
I look up, suddenly feeling as if someone is staring at me, and find myself looking up into the clearest green eyes I have ever seen. It was a guy, and he flashed me a smile before continuing to read the book he was holding.
Smiling, I look down at my paperwork and peek up again, only to find his eyes on me once more.
*TRIGGER WARNING - POSSIBLE SEXUAL ASSAULT AND HOMOPHOBIC SLUR* Asher “It’s about fucking time the quarterback in you came out again. Good job, Prince.” Coach says and gives me a slap on my back. I feel a regained sense of unity between my teammates and me, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. We hit the showers, with the others talking bullshit while we get ready. Their shitty comments didn’t even phase me today; I felt fucking invincible. I leave the practice feeling refreshed and ready for the first time in weeks. My grades were up, and I got a booty call with my girl just now, Coach was happy with me - life is good! “Ready?” Fallon says as I approach my truck, and I nod. “Fuck, yeah,” I reply, taking her into my arms and kissing her. My dick starts to twitch at the feel of her body pressed up against me, and I squeeze her butt. It’s been a while since I got turned on by anything Fallon did to me
Liam It’s almost 6 pm, and Asher hasn’t been to my place or called to say he wouldn’t be coming today. Should I call him? I sigh and walk over to the kitchen window to look out for him, something I had been doing all afternoon since I got home from school. A smile teases my lips when I think back to what happened this afternoon. A guy from the swim team came up and talked to me; we exchanged numbers, and guess what? He’s bi! He admitted to having a crush on me but didn’t have the courage to talk to me until he saw me sitting by myself this afternoon. The guy had the most swoon-worthy green eyes, full, kissable lips and a body to die for. Ugh, what is it about jocks that just gets me so worked up? We were meeting up for a movie on Friday night, and who knows what could happen afterwards? 6:30 pm and I decided to give up on Asher coming. It’s weird, though. Usually, he would text me if he would be even ten minutes late, but now
Asher I can’t believe I just did that. What the fuck is wrong with me? I knocked into Liam on purpose just so I could piss him off, but that fucking Jason Adams only pushed my buttons more. If he had just shut up, I wouldn’t have gotten even angrier than I am now. Fallon leads me into the guy’s locker room and pushes me against the wall. “What the fuck was that all about, Ash?!” She exclaims, watching me with a disappointing expression. “You know, the reason I fell in love with you was that you weren’t like all these other fucking jocks in this school; you were kind and hated bullying. Now you’ve turned into your fucking friends!” I look at her, not even trying to deny that I had fucked up. “Don’t you think I fucking know that?!” I say without raising my voice, but the tone of my voice made her eyes widen in surprise. “I thought that after yesterday you would be over whatever slump it is that you’re in. I thoug
Asher I knew that I shouldn’t be here. I’m probably the last person Liam wanted to see right now, but I knew the longer I stayed away, the harder it would be to ask for forgiveness. His eyes narrowed when he saw me sitting in his lounge area; it was evident that I had been waiting for him. “Your mom let me in; she had to rush to the hospital about an hour ago and said she would be late.” “What are you doing here?” He asks me, ignoring my entire sentence. I get up and walk towards him, but he takes a cautious step backwards. His reaction hit me harder than I thought it would and proved something: Liam was scared of me. I sighed and wiped a hand over my face in frustration. “I came to apologize for my behaviour today, Liam,” I say and see the surprise on his face, then his eyes narrowed in suspicion again. “What’s the point in apologizing to me when you broke my boyfriend’s nose? Nothing you can say will justify what you did to me; the humiliation, you of all people, made me feel to
Liam After seeing Asher out, I ran to my room and shut the door behind me. I’m still reeling from what just happened; Asher Prince fucking kissed me. Every other jock who has come to me to experience the urges they’ve kept locked inside made it clear that no kissing would be involved. So why… What was that?! I sink to the floor and hang my head in my hands with my fingers tracing my lips; I could still taste him and feel the warmth of his body against mine. But then the image of Jason’s face pops into my head, and guilt immediately wells up in my chest. Oh.. oh no; I cheated on him not even one day after going steady. God, he cannot find out about this. I have to tell Asher not to mention anything, but then again, I doubt he would. The shock and disgust on his face after he pulled away from me was as clear as day. I don’t even think Asher knew what he wanted. “Liam, grubs up!” my mom shouted from the kitchen, so I took a deep breath before going out to meet her. She can’t know wha
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