"Can you not talk about Aspen that way?" Their faces looked so surprised. "Thanks." I turned back around and heard them mumble something like sounded like sorry. Aspen was looking at me admiringly and it made my heart beat faster. We started walking and she talked to me finally.
"It's so different to have you here, usually no one defends me." She was smiling at me.
"Well I'm here to protect you so get used to it baby girl." As soon as it came out her eyes widened and I felt my cheeks heat up. "Sorry, let's get to class." I grumbled feeling embarrassed.
We walked in early to get situated and talk to the teacher. She was a very nice older white woman. She sat Aspen and I by the door because I told her I had anxiety. Really, I did it because I know Aspen has anxiety attacks and gets stuck in this classroom . As other students started to shuffle in most looked over at us and started whispering. I could feel Aspens anxiety radiating off her body. She was starting to shake, which I had seen her do when she had panic attacks. I've figured out how to get rid of her panic attacks so as bad as it sounds I kind of wanted her to have one so I could take it away. No one is ever able to make them go away. I couldn't actually feel the anxiety because I can feel her emotions or physical sensations and I can read her mind until we mate and mark each other.
I reached over and grabbed her small hand in my much larger one. My hand was so much bigger but hers slipped in like it was made for my hand and mine only. I smiled when she held my hand back as I thought about her nervous she must be.
"What's your favorite subject bab- I mean Aspen?" I already knew the answer, art because she is a creative little pisces. But I wanted her to be more comfortable and I wanted to hear her beautiful voice more.
"Art," Her eyes sparkled. "It makes me feel less alone usually." My heart dropped at the thought of my beautiful baby girl being lonely.
"That is really cool. I would love to see some of your art." The teacher started talking and I looked around to see that the room was filled.
"We have a new student class, his name is Asher Gray and he's from California. Stand up please Asher." I stood up and faked a smile for the class without letting go of Aspens hand to give me strength. All of the students started talking so I sat back down.
"Quiet everyone. So today we will be talking about gender stereotypes." Everyone groaned and I looked over at Aspen to see she was drawing. I didn't realize I let go of her hand. She was just so cute.
"Aspen what do you think, sweetheart?" She looked up quickly. "About the female sex object stereotype."
"I think it's very discriminating and it makes women seem as though they are worth less than they actually are. It also creates an impossible standard for the way women should always look." Aspen was red and everyone was staring at her because she never talks. They probably didn't even know what her voice sounded like.
"Great great views Aspen! Very insightful." The teacher, Ms. Holloway was smiling.
Another girl with what seemed like 30 pounds of makeup caked on her face and evil eyes raised her hand. She was glaring at Aspen and I recognized her as one of the girls who was talking crap about Aspen before school.
"I think that the stereotype is great except for ugly people. They don't like it because they aren't pretty so they don't fit in." Most of the class laughed and I shook with anger because I knew she was talking about Aspen. If anything the fact that she needed 50 pounds of makeup to be just as ugly was saying something different than her words.
"Stop Alyssa that isn't even relevant to our topic." Ms. Holloway went on talking and I tried not to doze off. Finally we got to eighth period and it seemed to go by so slowly. She was in a college level math class and her teacher was a tall skinny man named Mr. Shanton. When the bell rang we stopped at our locker and picked up some books. While she was walking I couldn't help but admire her. She was extremely short and very curvy. I had never seen her body really and while looking at it I had to move my backpack in front to hide my hard-on. She had perfect sized breasts, a size B because I heard her talking about it with her mom one time. Her butt was pretty big and very round. She was just a little bit chubby but I loved it so much. She had very lightly tanned skin, almost yellow. Her hair was a little past her shoulders when she let it down, which she never did at school, and it was very curly. She had green glasses but when she didn't have them on her eyes were big and brown. She had the cutest little nose and medium sized soft lips.
We took the bus to get back to her house and her mom wasn't there yet when we walked in. We did our homework and I helped her with the problems she didn't know. I went downstairs and she finished her homework at the kitchen table while I made dinner. She was so amazing and I was so happy to finally be with her. I would often look over and catch her staring at me and when I saw her she would blush and look away.
We decided to watch a movie after I made dinner and I smiled at her while she was picking it out. We started watching Monsters Inc. which I knew was her favorite movie, she knew almost every line. She was interested but I could tell she was tired. When she fell asleep I wasn't surprised. I took her into my arms like a baby and she adorably wrapped her arms around my neck. She breathed in my scent and mumbled something that sounded like 'I love you'. But I knew better than to think she actually had said that. My heart did skip a beat but I ignored it. I didn't want to get hurt because I loved this girl more than imaginable. She was my everything and I couldn't imagine ever being without her. I knew it would take some time for her to love me and get used to me.
I walked up all the stairs to her room and I tried to set her down but her hands were latched behind my neck. I couldn't get her to let go and I didn't know what to do. I ended up laying awkwardly next to her, trying not to really touch any part of our bodies. The tingles were making my legs go weak. Her mom came in and immediately started cracking up at the position I was stuck in. She helped me get Aspen's arms from around my neck before I could say anything.
Aspen was going to have to wake up to eat dinner but I felt so bad waking her up. I knew she was tired from yesterday's activities. I made salmon cakes, which was one of her favorite meals.
I walked upstairs and decided not to wake her yet. I picked her up like a baby again and carried her downstairs to the table where her mom was waiting. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and tried not to drop her as I set her down on her chair and put the pillow under her butt. I knew she didn't like to sit on hard surfaces. I gently rubbed her arm and cooed her awake.
"I'm tired Asher." I was shocked, she must have been dreaming about me because her eyes were still closed. I caressed her face and she woke up completely. Her eyes opened and as soon as she saw me she started crying. Full on sobbing her eyes out and I panicked.
"Aspen baby girl, are you okay? What's the matter; are you hurt?" I hated to see her sad. I wiped away her tears and brushed back some of her hair that had fallen out of her bun. She just cried even harder. She started to calm down after a couple minutes. They seemed like hours to me. I asked her what was wrong again, hoping this time she wouldn't cry again.
"Well, I had a dream about you and then I woke up and you were actually here. I was so overwhelmed with happiness that it made me cry because I cry about everything. Then you were so sweet and you started asking if I was okay and then you touched me and it sparked again and it was just too much to handle. I'm sorry." She was smiling at me now.
"I'm just glad you feel better. You don't have to be sorry, it's okay to cry I thought thought you were hurt or upset to see me. It hurts me when you are sad or hurt. " Her eyes widened and she smiled again.
"Toot toot all aboard the love train." Anne was laughing and I blushed, forgetting completely that she was even in here with us.
"Did you make salmon cakes? They smell so good!" Aspen got very excited about small things and I'd always loved that about her. I wanted badly to help her fall in love with me as much as I was in love with her but I knew she needed time.
She ate all her dinner and then decided to read because her food needed to digest before she could go to sleep. I, however, didn't have my powers anymore so I needed some rest.
