Ash was always shy. In fact, he didn't talk to anyone all the way through high school. He was, and still is, a loner. That was until he saw Lana. The moment he laid his deep, brown eyes on her was the first time he had felt genuine emotion in years. All throuought freshman year he followed Lana around. Whatever chance he got, he took it. In spanish class, he would gaze into her emerald green eyes from across the room. He would find her water bottles that she tossed out, and take them home when nobody was looking. He would obsess over her, Lana engulfed his conscious, and unconscious mind. He wouldn't dare try to talk to her, though. He was an outcast. He was a freak. And she was amazing. Lana's personality was friendly, fun, and outgoing, heavily contrasting Ash. But one day Ash made up his mind. He was going to talk to her. He was on the train ride home when he thought of this tedious idea. When he got off the train and began his walk home, he started planning how he would converse with Lana. "Hi, my name's Ash." No, that would be too upfront. "Hi, I'm Ash." Basically the same thing. Then he got a somewhat brilliant idea. "I'll just bump into her, spill all her books, and help clean them up. That'll make her talk to me for sure." Ash knew it was a heavily clichéd idea, but it was his last resort. The problem was that he lacked the proper social skills to talk to a girl. So, when he got home, he practiced talking in the mirror to himself. "Whoops, sorry." "Whoops, sorry." "Whoops, sorry." He continued that for about twenty minutes before deciding to stop. Instead, he fantasized about Lana wearing nothing and begging for mercy at his feet. He got hard at the sheer thought of her massive breasts out, and laid down and put his hand down his baggy sweatpants. He moved it in a rhythmical motion, beating harder and harder as time continued. Sweat droplets began to form on his pale face as he opened his mouth to release deep groans from the back of his throat. He repeated Lana's name over and over, softly moaning at the same time whilst beating his veiny cock. He eventually came, and the rhythmical motions started to slow down. He stopped beating and lay down on the bed, panting. Ash took his hand from his sweats and felt his beating heart. What's wrong with me? Ash thought. I'm a horrible person. He smiled. But it felt so good. His breathing eased back to a regular pace as he stood up from his mattresses and went to the bathroom. He undressed himself and stepped inside the shower. He then turned the faucet all the way to hot and let the water pour on himself, scalding his skin. I deserve pain. He thought to himself. This'll boil the hell out of me. He chuckled at his thoughts, and he smiled to himself. I'll talk to Lana tomorrow, with whatever it takes.
END OF CHAPTER ONE.
