Knowing Asher

Chapter|71|

Asher

I wiped the beads of sweat on my forehead and tried to shoot the ball into the basket. I groaned for the nth time as I missed it again.

I glanced at the coach, and he shook his head at me. He was definitely disappointed. This was all her fucking fault. She has been messing with my head since the break up.

"That's enough for today boys. Tomorrow is another day," Coach announced, and everyone cheered tired of training for hours.

"I want to have a word with you, Asher," the coach said, and I walked to him, nervous about what he wanted to say.

"What the hell is wrong with you? The big game is in just three days, and you can't even make a basket in training. Where is your head at? There is something wrong with you. I hope it has nothing to do with your breakup," he said, and I wasn't really surprised he knew about that. "I am alright, coach. Just stressed out about the big game," I said, and he gave me a look.

"You better get better, or I will be forced to take a decision that will benefit the team. Scouts are coming to watch the game, and you know what this means for you. Remember, you are the captain, and the boys rely so much on you. Don't let them down," he said, pointing a finger at me.

"I will be fine, I just have to practice harder," I said, and he nodded.

I watched him walk out before heading to the bleachers. I grabbed my water bottle and took a large gulp of water. I wiped my face clean of sweat and grabbed a ball from the sidelines. I bounced and bounced before shooting. I didn't make it, but I tried again. I didn't even make a free throw or two-pointer.

She broke up with me, but it shouldn't ruin my future. She has hers under control, so I should also do that. I managed to make a hit and fist pumped in the air. Now, that's what I am talking about. I trained around for a while and stopped when I got exhausted. I grabbed my water bottle and walked to the locker room. I already finished my tests for today.

I can't believe I was finally done with high school. Just graduation and prom left.

People were cheering all over the school, and it was hard to find a quiet place. I took a quick shower and put on a black sweatshirt and grey pants with white sneakers. I headed out and almost stumbled into a girl. "Hey Asher," the girl purred, and I groaned inwardly.

This was sickening. This used to make me feel awesome, but nowadays, I just feel disgusted. She trailed her hands around my chest, and I pulled it off.

"Leave me the fuck alone," I deadpanned and she flinched at the intensity of my voice.

I moved away from her and ran a hand through my hair. I moved into the hallway and saw her talking with Olive.
Another girl approached me and I smirked at her. The girl was talking but I wasn't listening. I kept smiling and kept peering at her through my peripheral view. She was looking in my direction with a sad look, and my smirk widened.

Perfect.

I wrapped my hands around the girl's waist and pulled her closer. I forced myself to plant my lips on hers, knowing she was watching every single moment of it. The girl tried to put her tongue in my mouth, but I pressed my lips together. I couldn't help but compare how my lips always molded with hers.

Every kisses made me addicted but I felt bland and irritated kissing this one. I knew it was wrong playing with their feelings just to make her feel the pain she caused me. The girl tried to roam her hands underneath my shirt but I held them.

I finally pulled away sighing when she walked out of the hallway.

"Should_" the girl started but I walked out, going in the opposite direction from her.