**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 11 am Saturday and a full day of hitting the gym. Last night I overindulged on Capitals and beer, and today I’m fucking feeling it. I’m not usually a big fast food eater, fuck I probably only prefer my mom’s cooking. But last night, I needed to bring a bit of camaraderie to the team again, and I think it worked. It also helped that Liam wasn’t available to tutor me, which actually worked out great. Mama Jane’s was packed as usual and didn’t mind our rowdy bunch in the back. In fact, I think it drew in more customers. Everyone loved the football team, even if we were all a bunch of assholes. This was the only place that would serve us beer and get away with it - only because my dad fucking owns the business. So here I am, up since 5 am and pumping iron as if my life depended on it. “Asher!” I hear my old man call and immediately feel fear grip my chest. This man had the means to make me feel extremely small, and right now, I did not want to face him. But I knew ignoring him w
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
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
Asher I can still feel the warmth of his blush against my skin and still see the awkward smile on my face. How did this happen that I ended up completely whipped for Liam Marsh? How does this make me any better than Dale or Brock? From denying my sexuality and acting like a complete asshole towards him to the point of abuse. Speaking of which, I don’t even fucking know what my sexuality is at this point; all I know is that I want to see Liam right now. Sighing, I cover my face with my pillow and let out a loud groan of frustration. I like Liam a lot more than I should, but I don’t know how this is going to play out. If anyone had to find out how I felt about him, The town would drag me, and my reputation would be ruined here. My dad would beat me within an inch of my life, probably throw me to the wolves and disown me. Then my team would fuck me over even more. Am I ready for the backlash that will follow? Do they even need to fucking know? Damn, I have no idea how Liam handled th
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 Asher comes to a stop in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. “I looked for you all over tonight and didn’t see you until the very end. Were you going to bail on me?” He asks in an angry, low voice, holding his jersey in one hand while tilting my chin up with the other. I shake my head. “Of course not; I was at the rally up until Coach lit the bonfire and headed straight to the football field afterwards.” I stutter and feel as if I am gasping for air. He grins, then brings his face closer to mine. “Good, I felt pissed off all through the game because I didn’t see you. I thought you bailed on me for something or someone else.” He says, not breaking eye contact at all. My mouth goes dry at his words, and his closeness causes a tent to pitch at the towel around my waist. “Why… Why would I be with someone else when you said that I was yours?” I say, blushing at my own words, but they seem to make Asher smile. “You’re not mine completely… yet,” he says, then lifts his arms
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