BEYOND

BEYOND FIRST GLANCE

Hey 😁, glad to see you back here! Just a quick note to tell you to be attentive to the dates at the beginning of the chapters because there will be flashbacks, and yes, this is the first one. 😘

*ASHER'S POV*

October 10, 2016

Your future.

I stared blankly at the letters on the blackboard and the question marks the teacher had drawn all around before going to his laptop. An effort for what? Oh yes, represent all the questions we had to ask ourselves in this last year of high school.

What were our favorite subjects? Hobbies? Our strong points? What fields could we be interested in? Curious about? And many more that were written on the sheet of paper I was tempted to crinkle and shoot to the trash can near the teacher's desk.

Even from the far back, I could have easily scored a three-point, and that would have brought some action in the half-asleep classroom.

No, to be real, more than half were dozing off, including the old teacher, while a few were chatting or playing tic-tac-toe. That was what happened when phones weren't allowed in the school building, and between that and the guidance lessons every Monday morning for the next semester, they really wanted to torture us and waste our time.

All the things I could have been doing right now...

I let my gaze trail to the window on my left with another heavy sigh as I spotted instantly the white basketball hoop in through the green and concrete of the schoolyard.

That, that was my future, and I didn't need those stupid questions to know it.

I would get into UCLA with an athletic scholarship and get into the NBA as soon as I would be 19, to then, become one of the best players of all time.

I had everything planned.

I could even tell I would get a blowjob by the end of the day, maybe even before lunch break, seeing how Christina was puckering her lips together right in front of me, drawing my attention inside again.

"Ashy, I need your help." Her manicured fingers landed on my bicep, clasping it through the distance that separated my table from her seat as if I were her lifeline. "Which one?"

Averting my gaze away from her low-cut neckline—which she flaunted right in my line of vision—I blinked at the two lipstick tubes in her hand like an enigma, as both were the same: pink, garish, and they would end up smeared.

Actually, the real enigma was why the fuck was she asking me?

It was the reason I usually didn't fuck the same girl twice. Never fetch in the same bowl twice.

But Lotus Bay wasn't that big, and Christina was good with her mouth, at least, when I didn't hear that screechy cheerleader voice.

"Ashy baby, are you listening?"

Fuck, I really needed some new meat, new faces, new—

"Hi, I'm sorry. I'm late. Is it the senior guidance class?"

The door opened so perfectly on time I had to pinch myself as my eyes shifted to the other end of the room and I let out a 'peachy...' under my breath.

Though if I'd been dreaming, I wouldn't have still heard Christina's voice.

"What? No, it's sensual bubblegum or French fuchsia."

No, it was peachy, a mix of soft orange with just a hint of pale pink on plump lips the mysterious girl was rolling together. As she walked nervously towards the teacher's desk, I could even see that it wasn't the only part of her body that was juicy, yummy, and peachy.