Playing The Player (Discontinued)

Chapter Sixteen - Asher's POV

Author's Note:

This part wont be too gruesome or anything. But it does involve blood. NOTHING serious though. Just thought I'd warn you guys.

Happy reading :)

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[ Asher ]

"Would you rather drink ketchup for life, or show up at school butt naked?" Zac asked me with a mischevious grin.

I sighed. "Why do all of yours have to be nasty and embarassing?"

"C'mon, man, it makes the game better!" Zac enthused, shaking me back and forth.

I tapped my chin as I thought about the question on the table. "Show up to school naked."

"I had a feeling you'd choose that," Dylan murmered. I pulled him into a side headlock and he groaned.

"You know I hate when you assholes do that!" he said, grumpily, as he fixed his hair.

I stared at him. He's been pretty grumpy ever since last night's party at Zac's place.

"Dude, what crawled up your boxers and died?" I asked him.

He sighed. "A threesome is not as enjoyable as you'd think," Dylan replied.

I laughed and put an arm around his shoulder. "Aw, Dylan, you had a threesome?"

"Yea, and having to supply TWO girls' needs at the same time isnt at all fun."

"It's you who made that decision. Not us," Zac said. We were walking along the streets just talking about stupid stuff. I was just happy that the guys hadnt brought up Charlie, like they've done every other day. I missed these dumbasses.

"Well, after the party, I got a good screw in," Zac said and smirked. "With one girl only."

"Shutup," Dylan mumbled.

Zac laughed. "She was pretty good in bed. Not the best, but good nonetheless."

"And Asher went home without even touching a girl," Dylan joked, cracking a smile.

I sighed. They're really going to bring this stuff up?

"Actually, I saw Asher getting pretty freaky on the dance floor with some chick. She sure was good looking," Zac piped up.

I opened my mouth to respond, but froze when I heard some glass break. I held out my arms in front of Zac and Dylan and they immediately stopped.

Holding my finger to my lips, I crept over to the noise with them close behind.

I heard some more glass break.

Then I heard talking.

"Ok! Ok, stop! I'm sorry!" some girl whined.

"Maybe next time, you wont bring up my father," a familiar voice said, threateningly.

I tried to match the voice with a face.

My mouth dropped open.

I walked around the corner, and my guess was right.

"Charlie!" I yelled. She froze with her back to me. I knew her long, dark brown hair anywhere.

I looked at the girl on the floor. Bethany?

"What the hell?" I asked, flustered, and went over to the scene. I helped Bethany up. She had a few scratches on her face, and her arm was bleeding pretty bad. Nothing too serious, though she probably needed to visit the doctor.