A High School Love Story[Discontinued]

Chapter One

I was relaxing in the livingroom cuddled up to my husband Asher, when our five year old daughter Eliza asked us an excellent question. "Mama, how did you and dada meet?" Asher looked at me with the same sexy grin he gave me ten years ago when we had met. "Well sweetie, your father and I met back in our senior year of high school . . ."

Ten years in the past

Beep, Beep,Beep. Ughhh, it's back to hell *cough cough* I mean school. It's not that I don't like school, it just I would much rather be home reading a book than having to socially interact with people. So, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom to do my morning routine. After that, I sift through my closet to pick out my outfit for my first day of senior year.

I guess you could have pinned me as as the smart and quiet girl who likes to sit in the back of the class to avoid being noticed, but with friends I was talkative and outgoing. I decided to wear a burgundy sweater over a blue button-up shirt. I paired it with some black skinny jeans and a cute pair of brown booties. I curled my hair and put on some light makeup, before putting on my glasses. I ran down stairs quickly grabbing my bag, keys, and something to eat on the way to school.

Just as I was about to leave, I could here the raised voices of my parents who were fighting. I often wonder what happened to make my parents constantly fight with each other. I decided it was better to leave now or else I might be late on my first day. I started off walking down the street to my school. A really nice, black Chevy Camaro sped past me down the road towards school. What a jerk, this is not a highway. Once I had reached school, I looked for my few loyal friends stacy, Jonathan, Grace, and Natasha.

"Hey girl" Stacy shouted out my way.

"Hey Stac, ready to rock this new school year!"

"Totally, have you seen how much hotter asher and his crew got over the summer." Stacy gushes over the hot popular boys in our school.

"Honey you think every guy at this school is hot. Even I wouldn't tap some of there asses." Jonathan told stacey. Yes, Jonathan is gay but he is the coolest guy you will ever meet.

" Guys lets go in and head to class." Natasha says. Luckily, we all have the same first period class with Mr. Miller our history teacher. We all decided to sit together. As people were talking around me, I drifted into my conscience. I could think about one thing. What if Asher is in my homeroom and he walked through the classroom door right now. I guess you could say that I had a slight crush on Ash, but I knew we could never be together. I mean I was just this quiet nerdy girl and he was the most popular guy at school.

I felt a slight nudge on my arm. I looked over to Grace who had nudged me. She nodded her head towards the door. The Room fell silent as Asher and his crew waltzed into the room like they owned the place. I tried to keep my head down to avoid looking at asher. But as if the universe was against me, my gaze had gravitated to him. Our gazes met and I quickly retracted my gaze and looked down again.

" Okay class, welcome back. I hope you all don't think that because you are all seniors now that you won't have to do any work. I decided to start the new school year off with a bang and give you all a group project. This project will be a good opportunity to get to know your other classes mates." Great just what we needed to start off the year. Who gives projects on the first day back at school. Apparently Mr.Miller. I just hope that we get to pick our own partners.

" I will assign your partner and you will do research on the assigned topic. You all will have a week to complete this assignment and present your findings." Okay this seems easy enough, lets just hope I get a partner who will be easy to work with.

" The groups for this project are Jimmy and Grace, Christo and Taylor, Jonathan and Brendon, Natasha and Madison, Cassandra and Asher, Stacey and Brenda . . ." Did I hear that correctly. I look over at Asher. He has this sexy smirk on his face as his gaze meets mine. Did I just say he was sexy, Cassandra get it through your head. It will never happen.

" Hey partner" Asher shouted out to me. Oh great, I am in for the ride of my life. Might as well prepare my grave because knowing me I am going to do something stupid and die of embarrassment. Surely we all have thought that though right?

" Class go sit next to your partner's." Mr.Miller instructed us.

Great just what I needed. I could just feel Asher's presence getting closer to me so I turned my head to look at him. He had beautiful silky black hair with sexy light green eyes and a jawbone that could cut through steel.

"Are you done drooling over my amazingly hot body?" Asher inquired

"For your information, I was not drooling over you. But I would gladly appreciate it if you and your snarky comment would sit down so we can get this project done and over with."

"Eager aren't we cutie" My cheeks flushed a crimson red from that comment. Did he call me a cutie!!!! My thoughts betrayed me. Though it would be nice if he actually did like me.

"Okay so our topic is on the Greek poem written by Homer, the Odyssey. Ever heard of it?" I asked Asher.

" Isn't that the fat yellow character on The Simpsons? Who always say 'DOH'?" Asher replied

"NO, have you paid any attention in history class."

"Of course I have, i have paid attention to a certain pretty girl in history class."

"Boys, all that's on there mind is cars and girls" I mumbled to myself

"Hey, I heard that and I will have you know there is more to us boys than meets the eye." Asher defended

"Oh really, how so?"

"Well how about I come over to your house tomorrow so we can work on the project but also so i can show you I am more than what you think" does this mean what I think it does or am I over analyzing this. Could thee Asher Moretti actually want to come over to MY house. Be cool Cassandra be cool, don't mess this up and embarrass yourself.

" Okay you can come over tomorrow, but just to work on the project."

Alright, well here's my number so you can text me your address but I mean if you want to do more don't be afraid to hit me up." we exchanged numbers just as the bell rang. I made sure to book it out of there.

{AN: Okay so this is my first story that I have ever written on my own without having the influence of a teacher. Please tell me what you think through out the story. Some parts may be very cliche. Forgive me for any grammatical errors that you may come across. please try and stick with this story till the end. I hope to put out as many chapters as I can throughout the next few weeks, but updates might be slow as I have state testing this upcoming week. Please comment and give me your opinion of the story so far and if you have any suggestions for the story I would gladly appreciate it.}