Liam
He walks into the living room, swaying a bit on his feet as he does so, and I stand up. “Hey, baby. You've been waiting long?” He asks me in a slurred voice, scratching the back of his hair, and I shake my head. I know he’s seen the balloon because I saw the dread creeping into his eyes as he did.I shake my head and walk towards him, catching a whiff of stale cigarette smoke on his clothing. “You know, Asher, I decided to be patient with you because I knew you loved me and wanted to make things right, but now, I’m not so sure,” I say, scoffing. I hand over the balloon to him and smile, despite my tears.
“Last year today, you claimed me as yours after the first game. It was the best night of my life, knowing I had someone who actually wanted me for more than sex this time around. I felt loved; I felt accepted and cared for. It’s amazing how a year can change someone.”
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Asher “Liam!” I run out after Liam, but he’s already speeding away in his car. I call out to him, but I get no reaction whatsoever; he doesn’t even slow down.“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I exclaim, punching the concrete garage wall and running back inside to grab my cell phone. We can’t leave things like this, and I won’t allow us to end things like this even if it is all my fault.Liam doesn’t answer when I try his cell, but I keep on trying even after he’s killed the call.How could I have been so stupid? We spoke about having our anniversary dinner indoors and reliving our first night together, but now it doesn’t look like that will be happening. In fact, it feels like Liam has given up on me, on us.I sink down into the couch, my eyes going to everything he has set up for us and finally landing on my gift. Sighing, I pick up the gift box and open it, my heart breaking a
AsherThree am, and Liam is still not home. Seth and I have looked everywhere we thought he might be, but we’ve come up empty. So here I am, pacing the porch while waiting for his Audi to pull into our street.The sadness I felt has been replaced by worry and fear for him. He’s never switched his phone off; we can’t even track him through his cell. Where the fuck could he have gone? Is he safe?“Ash!” I hear Seth call out from inside and am about to go inside when he bursts through the door. “I know where he is! Let’s go! How could I have forgotten?!” He says, then pulls me towards my truck. “I didn’t think he would go to a bar by himself because that’s just not who Liam is!”A bar? Liam is alone at a bar?“Which bar, Seth? How do you know this?” I ask, starting up my truck and pulling out of the driveway. When I look over at Seth, I see him biting
LiamA headache blinds me as soon as I open my eyes, but thankfully the blinds are drawn, and the room is dark. I slowly sit up in bed and allow my eyes to adjust to the room, but then my heart drops when my eyes eventually focus.I’m at home, I’m in the room I share with Asher, dressed in my most comfortable pj’s, and I have no idea how I got home.Panic grips my chest; I don’t know what happened last night after my second cocktail. Did I come home and fight with Asher? Did I actually fucking drive home?!I look around on my nightstand for my cell phone but don’t see it at all. I don’t even see my glasses. What the fuck is the time now? It’s Friday, and I’m probably late for my first class by now. Deciding to suck it up, I go to the bathroom to do my business then head downstairs to my fate.The smell of bacon and garlic mushrooms make my stomach rumble, and I realise that I didn&rsq
Seth When Asher Prince asked me to be his girlfriend back in high school, I thought it would finally end these fucked up feelings inside of me. I was head cheerleader, smart, up for an Ivy League school and guys saw me as their wet dream personified. Blonde, perky, nice ass and the perfect sized rack. People wanted me, and they wanted to be me; I had it made, boy. Little did they know that I didn’t want any of it, but I was good at faking. I needed to keep up appearances; no one could find out how much I hated myself. I hated my body, I hated my breasts, the curve of my hips, the softness of my voice. I was attracted to men, but I didn’t feel like a woman. I know they say God doesn’t make mistakes, but I do feel like a little error went into making me. I don’t feel like a woman. I don’t feel girly. I hate the skirts, I hate the dresses, the make up and lace panties. The only time I feel like myself is when I strap up my breast
Asher *Contains homophobic slurs* Pure dread - that is all that I am feeling right now. Mrs Williams is handing out the results of our test papers, and I know I failed. I can feel it. Chemistry was never my strong point, but I have done exceptionally badly this semester. She draws closer to me and puts the test on my desk, but I refuse to look down at it. If I failed this one, it would be my fourth one this year and if I fail in general, I could kiss my position as quarterback goodbye. My jaw is clenched shut from all the damn stress, and my heart feels like it was about to give out. “See me after class, Mr Prince.” Mrs Williams says and I let out a defeated sigh. Was it really that bad? I look down and clench my jaw. F. Another fucking F written in an offending red marker. My dad is going to kill me if I keep this up. I know this for a fact. Not only was he banking on me getting into Ohio State University next year,
Asher “Where the fuck is your head at, Prince?!” Coach shouts at me across the field and I rip off my helmet. I have been fucking up all afternoon and hoping he wouldn’t notice, but as usual, he does. “Sorry, coach,” I mumble, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Remember what I told you, Prince. No fucking up this year. 20 around the field.” He says, waving his finger in a circle and I clench my fists next to me as I gear up to do 20 laps. Remember what he told me? How could I fucking forget? My mind wanders to the first week when we were back from Spring Break when Coach had pulled me into his office with a scowl on his face. “Last year we had a sweet run, but we barely made it through to finals. Lose one game this season, and you’re off the team with immediate effect.” He said and then dismissed me as I sat there with a mouth full of teeth. This was just the beginning because when I got home, my father had a go at me as well.
Liam I leave the jock room and breathe a sigh of relief. Did Dale honestly think I was going to tell everyone what we did over spring break? I was more embarrassed about it than he could ever be. I let myself get defiled by yet another closeted jock. How original. Then Mr. Royalty himself had to walk in right after Dale made me feel small, just adding to my already glorious day. His hazel eyes seemed to bore into me as he regarded me with curiosity and a head cocked to the side. My heart did a little flip when he looked at me, then I noticed his glorious half-naked body and had to get out of there. Did he hear Dale’s exchange? If he did, he showed no outward signs. Trust me, I get it. All American jocks are not supposed to like guys, it’s taboo. But for some unknown fucking reason they gravitated towards me as if I was some sort of fucking light of experimentation. Half the football team had suppressed homosexual feelings, and they ca
Asher Another 3 failed tests and I was ready to murder anyone in my way. Fallon sensed the anger rippling off me, and stayed clear for the rest of the day. Everyone did this until I ran into my asshole team, picking on Liam yet again. Normally I would ignore them and walk away, but I was feeling particularly bloodthirsty today. They picked up on my mood during practice. Coach was loving my enthusiasm and asked me to keep it up. Fuck him. I was playing well because I was angry and ready to rip his head off. This was all his fault; threatening me before school even started and placing this enormous responsibility on me. Not only that, but I had to deal with this shit from my dad at home as well. Constantly reminding me that if I fuck up, it would be tickets for me and my career. Fuck. “Hit the showers!” Coach bellows, signalling the end of practice and thank fucking God. I rip off my helmet and for some reason, my eyes flit towa