The Horse, The Friend, and The Bad Boy

Chapter Six: The Fight

I woke up, got ready, and headed over to school. As usual, Hayden was the one who picked me up. We talked all the way over to school. But the whole time... I was thinking about Asher Brooks. Those handsome hands, those gorgeous green eyes, and great hair. And let's not forget about his Adam's apple. We eventually arrived at school, and as I was stepping out, some boys whistled at me. I was wearing short short jeans, high heels, and a crop top. Hayden looked back at me "Why are you wearing all that?" "No reason," I replied in a giggle. The real reason I was wearing all of this revealing clothing, was for Asher. I wanted him to notice me... and see me more than just the annoying girl he works with.

As we were walking down the hallway I saw a group of students surrounding two other students. The students were chanting "Fight, fight, fight!". And other stuff like "Ooh!" and "Get him!" I squeezed by all the students, to see who's fighting, and my heart drops. It's Asher.  I then hear a boy chant "Kill him, Brooks!". I hate violence. But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a turn-on, seeing the blood trickle down his nose and onto his lips. His nose was bleeding, and his eyebrow was all bruised, and he was smiling. The guy he was fighting was Samuel Lee, the school's drug dealer, and OTHER bad boy. Then out of nowhere, Asher punches Samuel so hard he falls down, and his head bounces off the floor. Samuel Lee's nose was completely broken and crooked, and he lies there on the floor unconscious. "Holy fuck!" Yelled Hayden, stepping into the circle of people, to pick up Lee. It was then the principal, Mr. Osman, walks into the hallway and grabs Asher by the ear, and says "You're coming with me, young man!". "Ow!" He replies. "Okay, you old fuck! I'm coming." "Watch your language, young man. You're already on thin ice." 

It seemed the school day went by fast, and all anyone was talking about was the fight. After school I was at work like usual. As I was cleaning out princess' stall,  I heard footsteps behind me. "Sorry, I'm late." A deep voice said. And as I turn around, I see it's Asher. His nose was no longer bleeding, but his eyebrow was still bruised. He looked so dangerous during the fight, but now he looked like a sad injured puppy dog. I gasp. "Are you okay?!" I drop my pitchfork and approach him. I gently place my right hand near his temple and slowly move it to his eyebrow. He flinches and winces when I touch it. "Sorry.." I say. "It's fine," He then grabs my hand and kisses it. "it will heal soon." "Why were you two fighting?" I ask, blushing from his kiss. He looks down, averting his eyes from mine, and says "Nothing that concerns you," "As my employee, anything that happens to you concerns me." I reply in an assertive tone. "If it's work-related, then yea. But if it's not then it doesn't concern you." He answered, in a sharp tone. "Well as your friend-" "Hold on..." He said, interrupting me. "We're not friends, you understand Davis?" He spoke in an angry tone. 

He hesitated, staring deep into my factory blue eyes. "You say we're friends, but surely there's something more happening between us." He bit his lip. "The reson I've been so distant is because I'm afraid of catching feelings." I frozze. I didn't know what to say, so many emotions were going through my head. I had no idea he felt this way about me. But I was also so confused... If he liked me all along... why would he call me such nasty names? Like bitch and pcycle... why would he also use derogatory and sexist comments... like calling me and lucy 'women' as if it was an insult? But also if he didn't like me... why would he throw the race... and why would he have given me that cigarette kiss, or sent that Snapchat of his abs? Before I knew he liked me, it was a lot easier to box Asher. To simply say "He is nothing more than an asshole with abs, a hot jerk. That just wants to use women and be a meanie!"

I was suspicious, too. Was he saying all this because he knew I was a romantic and was trying to get in bed with me? But if he just wanted to have sex with me, why would he have thrown the race???!??? It was then he interrupted my thoughts by speaking. "I was hurt. bad... by this girl I was into. It really changed me, and ever since then I've been trying my best to avoid loving again," He paused, for a long moment. Of which I could see his lips whimpering, fighting his urge to speak his heart. "I've felt this way for quite some time now. Even though we've only known each other for a month, I feel so strongly about you. And I- I-" He stuttered. Fuck it! I'm done trying to fight my urges. Right then and there, I leaped forward and kissed him. He was so shocked. At first, he was stuck frozen, his hands to his side, but then he eased up and placed his hands on my shoulders.  Then, from my shoulders, his hands moved to my hips and he pulled me closer. My hands were on his biceps, and Oh my god. They felt like the pectoral muscles of a horse. The kiss was better than I imagined, and after a good while, he pulled his lips from mine and we stared at each other with blushing faces. "Wow," I say giggling.  "what? Whats so funny?" He asked with a smile. "That was my first kiss." I glowed, then hugging him. Nuzzling my face in his chest, and squeezing him tight. He hugged me back. We pulled away from each other, and got done with our chores. After our chores were done, we went to the hill by the forest where we had the race. Lying on the grass, we cuddled. And I asked him about the fight. "Why were you fighting Samuel Lee? He's like the toughest guy in school." Asher confidently smirked, "Second toughest. After me. He barely put up a fight, I'm sure your fruity friend Hayden could've kicked his ass."

I gasped, punching him playfully on the shoulder. "Asher! Don't say that!" "Why not? Isn't he gay?" I looked at him confused. "What? He's not gay..?" "He's not? Why do you spend so much time with him, I assumed he was your gay friend." "No, he's not gay. He's just my friend." I answered. "Right. Okay." Asher replied, in a tone that was unconvincing. "It doesn't matter what you are to him, because right now as far as I'm concerned, you're with me right here at this moment." I wanted to protest what he was suggested, there was nothing between Hayden and I but a mutual friendshit! I nuzzled under his chin, and then he kissed my forehead. "If we were in front of a million people, I would hug you." I smiled up at him, holding his face, I kissed his jaw, god I love his jaw. I love everything about Asher Brooks. From his green eyes to his hair. To his strong muscles, and sweat sole. We watched the paddock from the hill, as the sun set. Where we watched, Princess and Prince prancing and galloping together. Perhaps they too felt the way that me and Asher feel. 

That night, Asher dropped me off home. While in his car, I messaged Hayden that Asher was dropping me off and not come pick me up. He walked me to my door. And at the steps, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and left for his convertible. I watched him sped off down the road. And as I entered my home I nearly fell to my knees. I walked in the dark, guided by my muscle memory up to my bedroom. I fell on the bed face first, holding my phone. I then rolled over on my back and held my phone tight. "Asher..." I whispered.

That night, I listened to  "Just the way you are" by Bruno Mars on Spotify. And dozed off to pleasant thoughts of Asher. This is a Monday night I'll never forget. I've never been more excited for school in my life, because I will get to see Asher.

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Siento haberme castigado como un año porque mi madre me ha estado obligando a aprender español y no he tenido acceso a Internet. Próximo capítulo antes esta vez.

(I'll be publishing chapter 7 soon, stay tuned :))