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

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

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

**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 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