My Turn

Chapter twelve

Hey guys sorry to have been gone for so long! I'm back now though so I hope you can continue to enjoy:)
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I awake to moms scream after she enters my room. CRAP! She looks at Asher shirtless in my bed, and me, topless lying next to him.

"May Joy Singer what on earth is going on here?" She asks with fire in her eyes. I've only ever screen her this mad once before when Kota was about 13 and got mad at dad a destroyed all of his paintings and supplies.

"Um mom," I barely manage to get out of my tomato face, "can I talk to you downstairs?"

She lets out an angry humph and then leaves us alone slamming the door.

"May I'm so so so so sorry!" Asher says cupping my face in his. "We clearly can't be trusted together at night. I mean it from now on only daytime dates."

"Asher," I say shaking my head, "I don't know if there will be any more dates. My mom clearly knows we've been seeing each other in secret and no doubt won't let it continue."

"Oh May!" He says reaching to hug me, "I'm so sorry. I can't believe this. This is all my fault."

"Asher that's not true," I beg him to believe me with my eyes. "No matter what happens I need you to know that that's just not true!"

"Ok," her responds. "Ok."

"You should probably go," I tell him.

He climbs out of my bed and I can't help but stare as he puts his clothes back on. He has the body of a Greek god, the heart of a prince, and the face of a model. And he loves me. He is too perfect. And everything too perfect must end.

"Before I go," he says climbing back into the bed resting on his knees. "Just one more kiss."

He pulls me in close to him and then everything point of contact he has with me turn gentle and cautious, as if he thinks I could break at any second. His lips barely graze mine, his hands touch the hairs standing up on my back, and his tongue taunts the inside of my mouth. All to soon, he leans away.

"Goodbye May," he says walking away and heading to my window to climb down.

"Goodbye Asher," I say walking to close it behind him.

I sigh as I get dressed and go downstairs and prepare to face the wrath that is my mother. I hope giving her some time might allow her to cool off a tad but I'm willfully mistaken. As I reach the last couple steps I see her face and eyes still as hot and angry as ever. Oh god. I swallow as I brace myself for what's about to happen.

"How could you? What where you thinking? Were you even thinking? Of course not!! And who is this boy who tempted you into all of this!? I can't believe I let you go to a normal school and be tempted with all of this. You have a LOT of explains to do young lady. Starting with who the hell that boy was and what the hell he was doing in your bed?!? And don't you dare blow this off I know damn well what kind of activity calls for a sleepover!!" My mom yells in what I think was one very long breath.

"His name is Asher," I begin trying to ignore her deadly stare. "He's been in my class since fourth grade and I've always had a huge crush on him. One night he told me how he felt and we kissed. Last night, he told me he loved me and I told him I loved him, and, well, things sort of escalated."

"God please please tell me you were smart?" She asks raising her eyebrows.

"Of corse," I promise her.

"All right that's all I want out of you," She says as if I'm a movie she's done watching in the middle of it. "Go back upstairs, and you can bet your staying there for a long time!"

I walk upstairs feeling that I got left off pretty easy. Just grounded for the foreseeable future, that was something super simple. I suddenly have an idea and type a contact in my phone and very impatiently wait for it to ring.

"May?" America asks. "What up? Are you ok?"

"Yeah everything's fine," I promise, "well sort of fine but not in the way you need to worry about. So you know how I was telling you about that guy Asher?"

"Yeah!!" She asked wrongfully excited. "What about Asher?"

"Well..." I start suddenly realizing how awkward this is to talk to her about. "Last night we sort of..." I can't finish and hope she can infer the rest.

I hear a gasp on the end and trust that she has.

"May," She says in a changed tone, "that's really soon, are you sure you were ready?"

"Yeah," I ensure her, "we both told each other we loved each other and it felt really right. Anyways Ames, Asher kind of fell asleep in my bed and mom found us this morning and, as you can imagine, is furious with the situation. I was wondering if maybe you could call her and maybe try to calm her down a little. I mean, I'm sure if you and Aspen could've.."

She sighs considering my request. 

"Okay," She says. "I'll try but I'm not making any promises."

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" I practically screen into the phone.

"Your welcome," She says. "Goodbye and stay safe"

"I will," I promise, "bye Ames." I hear the line click out.

Maybe America will do some good with mom. Maybe Asher and I aren't over. Maybe, just maybe, I've found the love of my life.