Teaching the Blind Boy to Love Again

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

asher

My cheek burned.  Like, it legit felt like someone burnt my cheek man.

Well, why?                

Because Tyler kissed my cheek. Yeah, I know, I know, she didn't actually kiss me. But, still.

As we heard the picture take, Tyler got up.

"Get up! I want to see how they turned out!"

I got up and opened the curtain, still in kind of shock.

Why is she having this effect on me?

I've had plenty, and I mean plenty, of girls before. And not one girl has ever made me feel the way Tyler has.

But the fact is, I've never even seen Tyler. I've always chosen girls by the way they look.

"Man, look at her," Garret spoke, pointing at the backside of some bimbo at the party we were currently at.

The music blared and I looked in the direction he was pointing. She looked like every other girl. Minimal amount of clothes, face caked with make-up, talking, or even touching, every male in her radius.

But, like I care, only thing that matters if she's semi-attractive with a good kiss. I mean, it's not like I'll ever talk to her again.

"Yes!" Blake hollered, patting Garret on the back, alcohol having an obvious effect on him, only 20 minutes into the party.

Or, maybe not, since we were like this 24/7. No shame, however. Let's be real here, I'm the Asher Smith, people worship the ground I walk on.

"Hold this," I instructed to Garret, handing him my beer. I walked up to the platinum blonde who was sporting a bright pink dress. Well, I think it's a dress...or shirt...

"Hey babe," I said to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

Well, you know what happens after that. I remember that day. The last party I went to.

I used to treat girls like that, it's not like most minded, but still.

That's what makes me wonder, if I hadn't turned blind, would I still be like that?

But, Tyler could be drop dead ugly and I don't even think that would change how I feel about her.

It's like if everyone in this world would be blind, would we still pick others by their "looks", or would we be forced to love their personalities?

Well, then again, forced is such a harsh word to use. Nothing was forced on me to like Tyler.

Since I'm blind, I could be attracted to anyone's voice, but I just so happened to be to Tyler Crow.

Yes, I admit, I like someone. 17 years and I finally like someone. And just like everyone else's first crush, you always have the same thoughts running through your bastard mind...

Does she think about me, too?

What do I do?

Do I tell her? How?

I groaned.

"What are you thinking about Ash?"

"Huh?"

She mumbled incoherent words before finally speaking some English, "These pictures are so adorable."

She then put what felt like a picture strip in my hand.

"I can't see it?"

"Just keep it. Put on your pin board or whatever. I have mine and you have yours. You can see it after the surgery anyways."

"If it works..." I muttered as we both sat down at a table.

"Tell me more about it."

"Well for this surgery, it's special. They are trying out something newer that's only been done a few times. The surgeons are using stem cell injections then they work with my spinal cord and such. I have to have my eyes bandaged for a full day and then they take it off. If it works, it works."

She hummed, letting me know she was listening. I nodded in response.

"Let's be spontaneous."

"How will we do that?"

"Let's dance!"

I laughed and got up, letting her drag me once again.

We danced to all the upbeat songs together and talked for an hour before we both were too drained to function.

We walked to one of the back walls where I couldn't hear anyone around and leaned against it.

This is the perfect time, kiss the girl!

Ugh, all I can hear is Sebastian now. Yes, I know my Disney, don't judge.

But back on topic just kiss her, this is the perfect opportunity!

How cliché.

Stupid conscious...

I pushed off the back wall and went in front of Tyler, putting my hands on either side of her, trapping her.

She laughed, "Ash, what are you doing?"

"I have to do this, please don't get mad," I whispered, staring into her eyes, or darkness for my case.

Way to ruin a moment... But

I leaned in and placed my lips on hers. I kissed her.

Her lips were soft, and she tasted sweet.

I was shocked when she kissed back after a couple of seconds.

tyler

I watched Asher push off the back wall. He looked absolutely stunning tonight. A leather jacket looked nice on him, yet I still couldn't help but miss his trademark beanie.

He came over and trapped me on the wall.

I looked into his gorgeous green-blue eyes that weren't covered tonight. He should keep his glasses off more.

I had ignored all the girls eating him with eyes, sending me jealous glowers. They were absolutely pathetic, treating him like crap for his disability, but then looking at him like that.

People continue to confuse me.

But back to the important topic.

"Ash, what are you doing?"

"I have to do this, please don't get mad at me."

And before I could answer, his lips were on mine.

I was in shock for a split second before I eagerly kissed back. I could feel him smile against my lips, which led me to also smile.

We kissed for a bit before he asked for entrance. I allowed him and felt his tongue in motion with mine. He tasted sweet with a hint of mint.

Asher pushed his body against mine, pushing me even further (if that was possible) against the wall. I moved my hands from his chest and entangled them in his soft hair.

I couldn't even realize I was making out with Asher Smith, the once player, and now blind boy.

I was making out with the blind boy. 

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