Chapter 9 - The Prince Is Back

*TRIGGER WARNING - POSSIBLE SEXUAL ASSAULT AND HOMOPHOBIC SLUR*

Asher

“It’s about fucking time the quarterback in you came out again. Good job, Prince.” Coach says and gives me a slap on my back.

I feel a regained sense of unity between my teammates and me, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. We hit the showers, with the others talking bullshit while we get ready. Their shitty comments didn’t even phase me today; I felt fucking invincible.

I leave the practice feeling refreshed and ready for the first time in weeks. My grades were up, and I got a booty call with my girl just now, Coach was happy with me - life is good!

“Ready?” Fallon says as I approach my truck, and I nod.

“Fuck, yeah,” I reply, taking her into my arms and kissing her. My dick starts to twitch at the feel of her body pressed up against me, and I squeeze her butt. It’s been a while since I got turned on by anything Fallon did to me.

“Hmm, I haven’t felt that in a long time.” She gushed as I broke off the kiss. Opening the passenger side door for her, my eyes fell on the pile of textbooks she was carrying.

“Ah, fuck. Sorry babe, I forgot my textbooks in my locker. Be right back,” I say, then kiss her forehead before running back into the school. Going to need those later on when I go to Liam’s place.

Today was one of those days where absolutely nothing could knock me off this high. Liam performed some sort of magic, and now most of my grades were up.

When word gets back to my father, I doubt he’ll be happy for me, but at least it will get him off my back for the time being. He’ll also stop threatening to take my tuition away, well, at least I hope so.

When I got closer to the library, I heard voices inside, but they were hushed. Weird, no one should be in here at this time of the day, especially not now when exams are over. I slow down my sprint, and when I take a peek inside, I see Liam hunched over a desk, but he wasn’t alone.

Sitting opposite him was another guy, and he was staring deep into Liam’s eyes. I feel like I’m intruding on something, so I haul ass out of there and head straight back to my truck.

“Where are your textbooks, babe?” Fallon asks, but I ignore her question and start the truck.

What the fuck was wrong with me now? Why did seeing Liam with another guy piss me off as much as it did? He’s allowed to have other friends, fuck it, the guy is gay, for crying out loud.

“Ash, is everything okay?” I hear Fallon drone on, but when I look up to answer her, I catch Liam as he leaves with the other guy in tow. They are laughing, and for the first time, I see a genuine smile on Liam’s face as he hands his cell phone over to the guy.

“I’m fine; let’s go,” I growl and floor it out of there.

Fallon is quiet for the remainder of the trip, and within 10 minutes, we arrive at my place. I knew that my mother wouldn’t be home right now, so I dragged her up to my room.

“Babe, what the fuck-” she started, but my lips were on hers before she could finish her sentence.

I kissed her hard and pushed her back onto my bed. Unbuckling my jeans, I pull them down and nudge her legs open. I bend down to kiss her again, running my hands all over her body and trailing kisses down her neck and chest. Unbuttoning her blouse, I unclasp her bra and bring her nipples to my mouth, pulling and sucking hard.

“Ash,” she moans out my name in a breathless whisper and wiggles her hips as she pulls her skirt down.

My mind goes back to Liam’s face, smiling and happy - before I could even think, I buried myself deep in Fallon.

“Ash, wait-” she starts again, but I shut her up with a kiss and flip her onto her stomach. I wrap one hand around her throat and the other around her waist before pounding into her.

Why was I feeling so fucking angry? Who Liam’s friends are and who he hangs out with shouldn’t matter to me. It’s not like I’m supposed to be his only friend, right? He was only helping me out with school shit.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Fallon screams out, snapping me back to reality.

This was when I realised what I had been doing - I was fucking my girlfriend without protection and basically forcing myself on her. I pull out and take a step back, disgusted at myself for what just happened. She turns around and looks at me with tears in her eyes.

“Babe, I’m-”

“I don’t know what the fuck is up with you lately, but you need to get your shit together, Ash!” Then she pulls up her skirt and rushes out of my bedroom.

I look at the spot where Fallon had just stood, sickened at what I had just done. For a split second, I became the type of person I hated; I became my fucking father and allowed anger to control me.

Turning around and punching the concrete wall, I wonder how the hell I am going to fix this with her. Could I, or did this spell the end for us? Not that I really gave a fuck about being single; I just looked better with her at my side but what I had just done was unforgivable.

“Shit!” I cry out, stopping myself from punching the wall again in case I really do some damage to my hand. I can’t fuck my body up this close to opening season.

Walking towards my bed, I sit down and hang my head in my hands. Seeing Liam smiling at that Jason Adams… did something to me. I got angry, fuck I’m still angry.

But why did it affect me like this? Why? I’m not gay! I’m not a faggot! I like girls; I like to fuck girls! So why...why is it his face in my head every time I’m with Fallon? Why do I find myself thinking about him even when I consciously don’t?

Then it hits me like a ton of bricks; what this anger gripping my heart really was - this was fucking jealousy.