Worth Waiting For (BL)

Chapter 1 - I Met the Jerk Again

A/N: Heyya, lovelies! Welcome to another story of mine. I made changes in this story coz when I read it again, it was sort of boring so yeah. Anyways, I hope you support this as you have Married to a Boy. So, without further ado, here's chapter 1 of Worth Waiting For.

Enjoy!

- saphire

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Ashley's POV

I woke up with a frown on my face. Ugh! I dreamed that stupid dream again. If I think about it, the first time I dreamed it, was five years ago. It was nice back then, but now? Jeez, it just irritates me!

Five years.

It has been five freaking years since I first and last dreamed about it. A guy promising he'll come find me and stuff. Sheesh, can it be any more cheesy?.

Why now? Of all the times I want to see him again, why did it choose now? I just sighed.

I got off from my bed and went to the bathroom to do my morning routines. When I was done, I went down and straight to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

If you're wondering, I live alone since my grandmother died earlier this year. I chose to be independent because I don't want my other relatives to think that I'm just a burden. They look down on both my sister and I since we were little.

My parents died 7 years ago. Don't wanna go into details, but yeah, we're orphans. But since we were small, we were taken care of by our grandmother and aunt who is working in the Middle East as a nurse.

Why did I not live with her? Because she doesn't live here and just comes home for a month or so then goes back abroad. Also, I don't want to burden her any further than she already has for us, for me for. And because I don't want to hear any complaints from my other aunt. She is bossy and she also hurts us. I don't want to live with a person like that.

I've endured enough physical and mental abuse from her to even be able to stand alone in the same room with her without plotting her death.

Her older siblings don't hurt us the way she does. From my mother, uncle, and mom (aunt), they just punish us for being naughty but not that intense. And I perfectly understand that because it's to discipline us.

Ugh. Thinking about my 'family' just reassured me that I made the right decision. After I ate, I washed my plate then went up to brush my teeth and took my bag. I checked everything before going outside and locked the door.

And since I don't have a car, I'll just have to commute to go to school. It's even a miracle that I made it inside the gate to my school without it closing in my face with a turtle-like movement of vehicles on that traffic jam. Tsk.

Everywhere you go, there's always a traffic jam. Tsk, I blame the government on that!

I was walking down the hallway with a fast pace since I'm running late to my first period that I didn't saw the person in front of me. We both fell to our butts and my glasses bounced off and landed on the ground near the foot of the person I bumped into.

Ow! That hurts. Why am I walking at a fast pace again? it just made me fall and I dragged down a person with me. Oh yeah, coz I'm running late. Makes sense, I am already late. I sighed, I guess I'll just have to face the consequence.

I stood up and patted my butt before crouching to get my glasses. "I'm sor--"

"What the actual fuck?!" Oh, so it's a guy. And he just cut off my apology, how rude. And from the sound of it, I'm guessing this is someone I don't want to meet, but whatever.