Asher I’ve been lying awake for close to two hours, and no one has walked through that door since. Visions of my dad’s fist connecting with my face and ribs were still fresh in my mind, and they hurt just the same. This entire weekend was fuck up upon fuck up, and it started when I went over to Liam’s place. I can’t help but blame myself for all of this; if I didn’t go over to his place after the game, if I didn’t fall in love with him and fuck him, things would be different right now. Fallon would probably be riding my dick, and even though I can’t stand another woman’s touch, I would have endured it. “What a fuckfest,” I murmured to myself, my throat dry from not having had any liquid. What would happen now? I am in no fucking condition to play football and will probably be out of commission for the entire season. What use would I be to the team, to anybody? When my dad did this, he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he not only killed my high school career, but he completel
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
Asher Fuck. Oh my fucking God, this is not good. I need to get Liam out of here, so I grab him by the wrist and pull him behind me without even thinking. “He’s just leaving, Dad,” I say, walking towards the door and forcing Liam behind me, but my dad puts an arm against the doorway, blocking me. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, you little faggot?” He slurs, looking straight at me, then at Liam. “Taking your girlfriend home?” I shake my head. “He’s just a friend coming to check up on me, nothing else,” I stutter, trying to put on a firm voice, but my fear stops me. My father walks inside, and I take a step back, ensuring Liam is behind me. “Bullshit,” he says, cocking his head towards Liam. “Everyone knows he’s a fairy, so what would he be doing here so late at night?” I squeeze Liam’s wrist out of fear, hoping my dad wouldn’t take his anger out on him. “Dad, it’s nothing. Just let him go home-” Before I could finish my sentence, my dad’s fist connected with my gut and
Asher The church is packed with the crisp December weather inching into my bones. I’m staring at the faces of these people I have never met and listening to all the bullshit they had to say about my dad. “He was a good guy; he will be missed. What a great guy!” They spew as they give their eulogies, and all I can think is how far their heads were up their asses. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house except for my mother and me; we knew the real Benjamin Prince, and he did not deserve all the kind words everyone was saying about him. Some businesses were even closed down so they could attend the funeral, and my teachers and old team were all here, Coach included. I got so many slaps on my back that I knew it would be raw by the end of the day. Liam and Dr Marsh were here too, but Liam was keeping his distance for obvious reasons. Last week we spent our first Thanksgiving without my father, and my mom and Dr Marsh cooked an entire meal for us. I hadn’t seen my mom smile and laugh as
Liam To say the last week has been difficult is putting it lightly. Asher is back at school and on the football team again, but he’s different. He said that he doesn’t care who finds out about us, and I have given him time since his dad died, but he’s gone back to pretending that I don’t exist. It shouldn’t bother me this much, but it does. When we’re alone, he’s back to the Asher I fell in love with, but when we’re in public… I should let him come to terms with who he really is instead of assuming that he already knew. Maybe it’s the stress of the upcoming games before Christmas break, I don’t know. Or perhaps I should stop trying to make excuses for Asher; it’s up to him if he wants to change or be the persona he created to shield himself. Walking through the hallways on Christmas eve, bundled up tightly, I spot him standing at his locker with the usual three assholes around him. We make eye contact, but as usual, he’s the one who looks away first. Sighing, I head to my locker,
Asher I’m fucking stupid; all this time I have been worrying about what would happen to Liam and me after high school, and he already came up with a solution. After freezing up that day, I knew that it would be over for us, I knew Liam would never forgive me for not protecting him, and I was right. I’m nothing but a coward, and now as I leave his hospital room, it is even more apparent. I’ve lost him, all because I couldn’t stay true to my promise. Everything is different in the school now; the team are all awkward around one another and especially around Dale. No one has spoken about what has been done, but I feel that this team will implode once they do. All I can do now is run my team ragged on the field, and they’re all taking the punishments. It’s been a week since Liam woke up, a week since he said he never wants to see me again and broke up with me. I haven’t heard a thing from him, and when Dr Marsh comes to visit, she avoids my gaze. Liam must have told her what happened
Liam What the fuck did Asher just do?! I race towards the bathroom as fast as my beaten body can carry me and enter the nearest stall. Shit, I can’t show my face out there now; they will think I bewitched their Golden Boy! What am I going to do now? Fuck, will the three idiots come after me even harder now, especially since I’m pressing charges this time? Trying to level my breathing, I press my forehead against the door and breathe out a sigh, wincing at the pain. Damnit, I can’t do this. I thought I was strong enough to face everyone again, but today proved me wrong. Asher just came out in front of everyone after I told him that I couldn’t be with him, so what am I supposed to do now? I miss him so fucking much, and his stunt almost made me forgive him right on the spot. God, I want to forgive him; I want him to hold me again, kiss me again and tell me that he loves me. But I can’t allow myself to be a dirty secret, something to be ashamed of. So what if Asher just kissed me in
Asher My dad’s lawyer just read out his will, and my mom and I drove home in disbelief. Benjamin Prince was an asshole when he was alive but made sure my mother and I were taken care of in the event of his death. My mom now owns all his companies, and when I come of age, his lawyers would transfer 20 million into my account. Basically, everything my dad owned now belonged to my mom. She couldn’t believe he would actually trust her with anything, given how he treated her, but he apologised for stunting her growth in the will. He left no personal letter or note for me, so that tells you just what he thought of his only son. “So, where do you wanna go after school?” My mom asks as we walk up to our house, and I shrug. “He groomed me for OSU, but I would rather not follow in his shadow,” I say, getting out and walking over to open the door for her. “Thanks, baby. Well, you can take a year to decide, if you want? Travel a bit, see the world before you make up your mind?” She asks, unlo
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
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