Love Is Love (Discontinued)

Chapter 8 - The Devil's Unwelcomed Return

(Martti's POV)

Ashley and I just walked into the girls locker room. We would've been here a lot sooner if not for Ashley's limping. Though, I really can't complain since I'm the reason why she's limping.

We went to our lockers and began changing. I took my shirt off and put on a white tank top, followed by taking my joggers off and putting on a pair of all black "AND 1" basketball shorts while leaving on my black and white Nike socks and switching my shoes to basketball shoes. I looked over at Ashley and seen she had changed her shirt to a black tank top which was showing A LOT of cleavage (she's torturing me and don't even know it) while putting on a pair of black and white vintage Puma gym shorts over her leggings (for some reason) and keeping her black Chuck Taylors on (she wears a lot of black clothes now that I think about it). We put our regular clothes in our backpacks and stuffed our backpacks in our lockers. "Need any help getting to the gym?" I asked, walking over to Ashley. "No, I got it." Ashley said as she got up and limped over towards the door. Only to get halfway before falling against the lockers. "Heh. You got it, huh?" I asked, smirking as a light red hue of embarrassment spread itself across Ashley's face. "Sh-shut up." Ashley hissed as I chuckled a bit before helping her up towards the gym.

Upon entering, we saw that most of the students were already here. Some were sitting on the bleachers talking, while others were running around like retards on drugs. Ash and I walked over towards the bleachers and took a seat. "Hola niñas." said a voice. We looked over towards the left of us and saw Johnny and his little gang. The one that greeted us was Victor Legorretta, or "Gunther" as everyone called him (don't even know where he got that name from). He's mostly known for his artwork and pencil tapping skills. The next was Jamal "JJ" Johnson, the stubborn, stuck up ass of the group. Always trying to look down on somebody like he's just that one nigga that nobody can fuck with, even though everybody knows he got his ass beat by Moesha last year. Next, there's La'Montay Townsend, the joking asshole. He's like the generic Kevin Hart of the group (and the school), always throwing nets (roasting) at someone and be taking basketball way too seriously. Though, his nets are actually pretty funny. And lastly, there's Ryan Smith, or "Big Ryan" as we called him since he was the tallest and biggest in the group with Montay being the second tallest... and probably the skinniest... and the ugliest.

"Wassup." I greeted back as Ash meekly waved. "You alright, Ash? I seen you limpin' in the hallway earlier." Johnny asked in concern. Ash and I blushed a little, knowing exactly why she's limping, "M-my l-legs hurt. Th-that's all..." Ashley shyly answered while also sounding embarrassed. Johnny looked suspiciously at Ash and I, seeing the blush on both our faces. We both knew he must've figured out what we did last hour. "Alright. Just hope yo' legs feel better." Johnny said, winking at Ash and I as our blushes got a bit brighter.

"Ashley, ¿puedo follarme?" Gunther asked. Everybody just looked at him with a face that asked "What in the fuck did you just say?". Well... everybody except me and Ash. We knew exactly what he asked, and it kinda pissed me off.

"No." Ashley answered blankly. "Do you even know what I asked?" Gunther asked, smirking. "Yes, you asked could you fuck me. So therefore, my answer is 'no'." Ashley blankly explained. Gunther just sat there, looking pretty lost. "Je vais manger ta chatte plus tard, d'accord?~" I stated as Ashley blushed. "D-d'accord." Ashley said. "What... the fuck is y'all sayin'?" Montay asked in confusion. "Don't worry 'bout it." I said.

It's a good thing I'm bilingual. Or is it trilingual? I don't know, just know that I can speak six languages. And I think Ashley can speak like what... thirteen, fourteen, fifteen languages?...