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

Liam I didn’t want to get out of bed today, only because I could still smell Asher’s cologne on my sheets. To say last night was steamy would be putting it lightly; Asher had me literally begging him to take me, but in the end, he remained a gentleman. No one has ever made me feel like he does, and the fact that he actually wanted me made me feel extra giddy. The way he kissed me, touched me and staked his claim on me had me on another kind of high. Don’t even get me started on the size of his dick, OH MY FUCKING GOD. Eventually, I pull myself out of bed and make my way to school. Knowing that Jason won’t be there to taunt me made me feel a bit better as well. My mother had a talk with him after I took him to the hospital yesterday, and she wasn’t kind about it either. If you look up the term ‘Mama Bear’ in the dictionary, Linda Marsh’s face would be there. I love her so much and would really miss her once I move away. The air was thick with excitement for tonight’s rally and game

Liam As I stare into Asher’s eyes, I can see that he is fighting some internal battle. He’s always been fighting his sexuality, fighting against what he was feeling and now it culminated in us having sex. Trying to catch my breath, I touch his face and smile. “Do you need a moment?” I ask him, to which he blinks and exhales. “I think I do,” he admits, then pulls out and gets off of me. He sits on the edge of the bed and breathes a sigh before getting up and walking toward the bathroom. I watch the door for a while, and sadness creeps into my heart for some reason. Did Asher and I move too fast? Does he regret this? Will he leave now after he has had sex with me and forget I existed? I’m feeling pretty fucking stupid right now; of course, he’ll leave. They never stayed after sex, and they never contacted me afterwards until they needed me again. I just freaked Asher out, and now he would leave me too. Pulling my legs up, I rest my head on my knees and hug them. I feel tears slippi

Asher I don’t know how long I was out before Liam woke me up, but all I do know is that I have never been in this much pain before. While passing in and out of consciousness last night, my mom tended to me - or she tried to. My dad got to her as well, and I was not there to protect her this time. I know she doesn’t blame me, but I can’t help blaming myself for everything, especially yesterday. I know I messed up since my dad set up this meeting for me with Evans, but now I don’t think my dad will even allow me to go to college. Besides, who would pay for my tuition anyway? “Almost there,” Liam mutters as we approach his house. Right now, I don’t give a shit about who sees me with him, my career is over, and everyone can kiss my ass. Fuck all of them. The car comes to a stop in front of his house, and he gets out, running to the passenger side to help me get out. “Easy,” he mutters when I stumble, and I try my best not to lean my total weight on him. I know it wasn’t the most oppo

Liam Asher hasn’t been to school in two months. Rumour has it that his father has taken him out of Waterford High, so he won’t be coming back here. I haven’t heard anything from him either, and all his social pages are silent. Am I worried about him? Of course, I am; he’s supposed to be my boyfriend! I just didn’t expect his ‘goodbye’ that day to be final. Looking up at the school, I am doomed to spend the rest of my school days alone; I breathe out a sigh and walk inside. Might as well get used to the loneliness. After that Friday spent with Asher, I thought things would start looking up; I had someone who genuinely cared about me. Someone who wanted to protect me against everyone and was in love with me. How did it all turn into this? I guess I would never know. When I didn’t hear from him, I managed to track my dad down. The asshole turned out to be the the fucking Dean at Yale and had a part to play in getting me in there. This pissed me off so much because now I felt like I d