The jock only falls for the nerd in movies right???? Asher Prince is the star quarterback of Waterford High and as his last name suggests, he's treated like literal royalty. The golden boy at school and the only child to wealthy parents, Asher never had to fight or struggle to get anywhere in life. But every golden boy has a secret to hide... It's senior year and he's put under more pressure to succeed and win, but his grades are slipping with each passing class. His teachers suggest he get a tutor, and with his father literally holding his future in his hands, Asher has no choice but to relent. Enter Liam Marsh. Valedictorian, top of every class and already accepted into three Ivy League schools. He seems like the perfect tutor, but there's one problem… Liam is gay and very much out of the closet. He's also constantly bullied and pushed around by Asher's peers. But Liam never lets anything get him down. With time ticking out and his future in the balance, will Asher make a choice that would benefit his future or give in to peer pressure and reject Liam's help out of fear of being ostracized? ***PLEASE NOTE: Although this is a work of fiction it is based on how teenagers would react to certain situations. There are a lot of homophobic slurs and cussing in this novel, so please do not read this if you are easily triggered.***
View MoreSeth 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
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
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
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
LiamHe 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.”Horror flashes
Asher The after game win always feels like such a rush, and it doesn’t matter if you’re playing it or watching it on TV. When your team scores that winning point and you’re the one to do it, there is nothing quite like it! During the trip back to New Haven, I couldn’t stop thinking about the guy waiting for me at home. I would never have pictured living my college life like this, much less with another guy. I thought I would be at OSU, living it up in my dad’s shadow, pretending to be straight, fucking more girls than I can count and pledging to a frat house. Instead, I’m spending weekends at football practice, actually studying and coming home in the evenings to my boyfriend and ex-girlfriend, who is now transitioning, watching movies and cooking dinners. What a weird turn my life took, and I wouldn't want it any other way. It’s four pm the day after our match, and Coach has decided to treat us to congratulatory drinks. Obviously, I followed
Liam“I’m going to kill him,” Seth warns, pointing the knife he’s using to chop the veg for tonight’s supper at me. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” The glare in his eyes terrifies me, and luckily, it isn’t meant for me!I shake my head. “You can’t do that; then I’ll lose the both of you,” I say, putting my hands together as if handcuffed, and Seth shakes his head.Seth scoffs. “I’ve watched ‘Making A Murderer,’ I think I’m okay.” He says, and I roll my eyes at him. Yes, I told him about what happened this afternoon, including the flirty student.He leans on the kitchen counter and stares at me. “Liam, you need to speak to him about your feelings. Ash probably thinks things are okay between the two of you because you haven't told him how you really feel about this. Miscommunication can ruin even the most secure relations
LiamAsher came home at 4 am last night and got up earlier than me. He’s left for school as well, while I’m sitting here nursing a hangover before my first class at 11. The movie and wine with Seth lasted for two movies, and we both cried like babies, mostly because of the effect the wine was having on us.I shuffle downstairs and see a note from him saying he’ll be home late because of practice tonight, and I sigh. Alone again, then? Should I get used to this?My cell phone ringing catches my attention, and I answer it quickly as it is not helping with my hangover. “Hello? Liam? It’s dark. Are you there?”The voice of my mom breaks through the silence in the house, and I roll my eyes at my stupidity; she’s on a video call with me.“Sorry, mom!” I apologise, then turn the phone to face me, and I smile. I can’t get over the fact that my mom has been glowing over the last fe
LiamNew Haven is different; there’s no claustrophobic feel here, no judgy eyes from our peers, and everyone seems… nicer. It’s been just over six months since our move, and to say that Asher has blossomed is putting it lightly.Waterford stifled his abilities, and his father dulled his shine, but now that he’s not around either, he’s a completely different person. Obviously, he’s on the football team, and they love him. Well, everyone seems to love Asher here; he’s become even more popular than when he was at Waterford High. He also doesn’t hide the fact that he’s gay and with me, but girls still flock around him. In fact, he seems to be proud to hold my hand and kiss me in public.Although, I have to admit that I’m jealous of his popularity. Not that I want to be popular as well, but that everyone knows him now. We can never just walk somewhere without him stopping to chat with someo
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,
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