I knew I sucked at sports.
Not that I’ve had a fair chance in partaking but the few times I did try, I screwed
But it didn’t mean I didn’t put my best in sports today. I tried everything in my power in the ball practice.
“Common, Phoebe!” My name was yelled numerous times.
I made effortless moves going for the ball. But it was all futile.
Once more, a burning sensation coursed through my body. I had a sickly feeling. And the blue sleeveless I wore still made me heated up for some reason.
I paused, with a hand around my throat.
I felt the sudden urge to puke. And irritation at my environment.
A hand touched me from behind. I looked through the corner of my eye, only to notice Cole’s crush. She had a worried expression on her features.
“What happened?” Roxanne asked me.
“I-I think need a break…I’m not feeling too well…” I t
Asher’s PovMost guys in school were intimidated by me.On field, in the area of girls swooning over me. They made every little thing they did seem like a competition. Gregory, Henry and the rest.Except from one though, Jacob.“Yo man,” one of them let out, as we practiced on the field. I remember seeing him around that girl that bullied Phoebe, Whitney.It seemed like he liked her.But she gave the impression to like me.“Yo…” I trailed out, giving him a handshake. I grabbed his frail hands in my large ones. While I was different from most of them was my built and muscled body.And what lied in between, couldn’t compare to most of them.I had a year to graduate, thus, wasn’t too old.I was just blessed with this body.“Care to do a few laps? You seem very competitive,” he sni
Asher’s Pov It appeared that Phoebe was nowhere to be found, after I looked around so much. Why are you doing this, Asher? Don’t care about another female once more. You know what they always do. “Shut up, dammit,” I told myself. These little voices in my head kept creeping along, every single now and then. It reminded me of my horrid past. That box I locked it all in, refusing to never open it or dive in. “Phoebe!” I yelled. “Hey Phoebe!!” I tried again, still nothing. A few cheer leading girls heading to the field, gave me seductive glances. I sighed off, overlooking them. Shameful sluts. I only protected Phoebe because she was a family friend. It was not because dad instructed me to do so. I couldn’t protect her every time. I wasn’t always there too. Only a few times could I do that. These were what I thought as
Asher’s Pov The sooner she fell into my hands, it was just like whatever she felt just channeled towards me. Her entire body crumbled into mine weakly. My heart tugged harder by itself. “Hang on, Phoebe. Try to hang on in there,” I muttered, searching for what to do. I scooped her into my hands nervously. As I did run, I swallowed a large gulp. This wasn’t the first or umpteenth time I’ve had to manage someone’s passing out. Only thing was that this didn’t seem called for. It was just like she just did it out of the blue, which was quite strange. I settled her on a platform, reaching for the keys to my motorcycle. I kicked it to start, scooping her into my hands. I got to the school gate sooner than I expected. A car just drove out. This gave me a maximum exit, since the gate was open. “Stop
Schools were not the same for me the next day. While I had to totally pretend that I was fine, I knew I wasn’t. I was practically burning up inside, with no clue of what to do. After yesterday’s event with Asher, I hadn’t even seen him. I knew he wasn’t interested in my “thank you” anyways. He’d probably tell me to get lost or ignore me like always. “You okay, Phoebe?” Cole asked. He wore a baggy orange shirt today, with his jet-black hair curls as crazy as ever. He always had this scientist look that I came to love. I was so lucky to have him as my friend. I smiled at him, tucking a hair behind my ear, before giving an answer. “Yeah sure, why?” “Err… you’re kinda pale and your eyes remind me of Walking Dead,” I watched him seat on a chair beside me, gasping out dramatically. “What??” I crunched my nose, feeling self-conscious at his reaction.
Whitney’s Pov "Well Miss Davenport, I'll only allow this for today after today it's a no.” The principal said with a stern voice eyeing my phone. I smiled victoriously. Like he had a choice, I thought. I was about going into history class when I spotted Phoebe rushing to the toilet. A perfect opportunity for me to show her the stuff I'm made of once again. I quietly followed her into the toilet and folded my arms at a corner as I watched as she threw up into the sink. A part of me pitied her. Maybe I won't have to prank her today. "Looks like our little Phoebe got too much to eat," I sneered. Phoebe sighed tiredly and turned to me. “What do you want, Whitney? You’d really stoop so low to taunt me when I’m not well?” She asked me. I scoffed loudly, observing her with my hands folded. “You look bad.” I stated. “Oh, here’s a correction. You look bad everyday but today, you’re much worse.” Okay maybe I promised not to be a bitch but....duh, baby steps. “Why do you
Phoebe's POV"You're what?!" Cole yelled. Let's say my best friend looked angrier than I imagined my mom would be if I broke the news to her. I was beginning to rethink telling him. The shout went straight into my head and gave me a minor migraine. I rubbed my forehead mildly. "Can you please not shout like that again?" I timidly requested."Are you fucking kidding me Phoebe? What do you mean you're pregnant for Asher?!" He thundered, completely ignoring my polite plea. I groaned.The ice cream had melted due to neglect.I had showed up at Cole's place earlier, this was his reaction.When he had seen me, seen the state I was, he just hugged me and that was when I let all my emotions loose. His parents weren't home from work and his step sister was volunteering for a local public speaking group. I cried into his chest as he gently took me to his room. His bed was untidy when we had walked in, but he managed to push everything onto the floor to create room for me to sit. He mad
Asher's POVThat kid, Cole Frederick sure had it in him. I may have underestimated his abilities but tonight he proved me wrong. I stood in front of the toilet sink trying to wash my bloodied nose and mouth. The fucking moron had given me a broken nose and a busted lip. Not bad. Not fucking bad. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. He was right about everything he said about me. I've always been a sick fuck. Wanting the world to think I'm this arrogant, careless bastard who didn't give a fuck, but I wasn't. I tried my best to maintain character all these while trying to impress myself and my father but not for once getting that satisfaction. I grabbed the towel and wiped my face. I've always liked Phoebe, more than I cared to mention. Back then when we were in fifth grade, I had wanted to talk to her but fucking Cole was always with her. At first, I had thought they were dating and that had got me really pissed. I had developed strong hatred for him. He was always the go
Phoebe's POVI wondered what was up with Asher today.Funny how he'd make a rule that I steered clear of his face and insulted me when I don't do it only to come doing the same thing. The hypocrite!I watched as he chatted with that girl from yesterday all the while making eye contact with me. I turned to see that Cole was the next in line to be served. He had insisted that I go get us comfortable seats.Cole showed up this morning with a bruised face and when I had asked he had said he got involved in a mini accident, in which he was carrying some boxes down the stairs.He had tripped and found himself face planted on the floor at the end of the stairs.But when I noticed that Asher's face had similar bruises, I began to think that my best friend never tripped from the stairs afterall. I spotted Asher walking towards me.What the hell did he want now? Didn't I make it clear when I said I didn't want to talk to him earlier?OK, maybe I didn't actually mean it, but still..."I nee