Fourth hour
Asher throws a paper ball at my desk I quickly read it.
Meet me after school
I turn to him and mouth why
He looks at me and mouths just do it with annoyance spread on his face.
What is this boy up to now?
__________after school_____________
I walk to his driveway and he's walking to me.
When we're face-to-face I ask "What do you want?"
"You but you already knew that," he smirks.
I sigh "Seriously, what is it?"
"I know you don't trust me but I have to tell you some things," he says.
We walk to his parents' house and go into his room.
He closes the door and sits on the bed "I like you, like a lot," he sighs.
I stare at him "Me? But you bullied me and called me sexual names," I remind him.
"I thought I could bully you or say something to you to make you move. I wanted to scare you away," he confesses.
"Why?" I ask curiously.
"Because I have a crush on a girl named Sophie," he walks to me and holds my hand.
"Why do you like me? Of all girls?" I ask.
"You're my type. Other girls in our school are either gold diggers or sluts," he says.
"What about when you were kissing-"
"I paid her to kiss me to make you jealous. Just to scare you away," he says.
"What about at your party?"
"To scare you away. I tried a lot of times but failed."
"What the hell is wrong with you!" I yell at him.
"Why are you mad?"
"If you liked me all you had to do was tell me, you dumbass!"
"I'm sorry, I know but I was a coward and I was scared. Plus, I didn't know how you would react," he says.
"I would've been...flattered," I admit.
"Really?" he smirks, his green eyes burn into mine.
"What about when you kissed me in the janitors room?"
"I wanted to see what you would do."
"So you just go around testing girls and being a big baby?" I say.
He chuckles "No but I would like to see what you would do if I-" he cuts his sentence off to kiss me.
I push him back "I don't wanna do this," I say, lucky his lips didn't touch mine.
"You hate me," his eyes revealing emotions, guilt and sorrow.
"N-no I never said-" he cuts me off.
"I did everything I could do you could at least be friends with me," he says.
"What're you talking about Asher?" I respond, unsure of what he's talking about.
He walks to closet and opens the closet door "I got rid of the guns and the drugs," he looks in my eyes "All for you."
My heart. It's soft but I'll try not to say or show it.
"You really didn't have t-"
"I wanted to Sophie."
"Oh well thank you," I say, feeling myself get nervous.
He holds my hands "Can we be friends?"
I untangle my hands from his hands "Yes but only friends," I say, giving myself some distance away from him.
His green eyes reveal emotion I can't explain.
I can't put my finger on it.
Maybe it's that I don't wanna be stuck in the friend-zone look.
Well that's too bad because he's gonna have to deal with it.
"I should go," I say.
"K," he says.
I walk out the door and go into my parents' house.
I'm all alone.
12 O' clock AM
Dark thoughts are swarming in my head.
I'm laying down in my bed, I sit up.
I can't sleep.
Asher.
I think...I think I actually miss him.
This is bad, this is really bad because I think when he confessed to me me, it changed everything.
Maybe even my feelings for him.
His smile. His laugh. His face. His lips, on mine.
Him.
I fall fast asleep thinking about him.
Me and Asher are in a car, I have no idea who's car it is but one hand is on the steering wheel and the other large hand is gently laid on my thigh.
I look down at my blue jean shorts and black T shirt with Nike High Tops.
It's nothing to worry about, he'll get his hand off me sooner or later.
His hand is coming closer and higher to my heat.
Maybe he won't "Stop," I say.
He stays silent.
He moved his hand to my panties and slips his hand in there.
"Asher please st-"
He cuts my sentence off by entering two of his large fingers in my heat, getting me wetter.
He thrusts his fingers in and out, slowly at first but then faster and faster.
I gasp and shut my eyes, not meaning to.
My walls close around his fingers and I moan, something I couldn't help.
I bit my lip and I feel my orgasm coming on slow, vibrating waves and I-
I wake up wetter than the Pacific ocean. I was dreaming.
I change my underwear and pants and end up falling back asleep, without a dirty dream.
I'm so evil, sorry. Add me on Snapchat: tiaexorcist_101
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The Bad Boy Isn't So Bad
Non-Fiction"I'm the person who's bed your gonna end up in baby doll," he says, his eyes burning holes into me as I get my books out of my locker. "Fuck boy," I mumble. "Sorry what was that?" he asks. "I called you a fuck boy, now get lost," I say.
