𝒜sher

Your life at the new school was completely the same, everyone admired you for your beauty, but you met a boy who caught your attention from the very first second, Asher.

You found out he was at the football academy, so you never missed a training session. You loved him from head to toe, but to him, you were just a really annoying girl and he was always looking for a way to avoid you or get away from you.

You knew perfectly well that he didn't like you and that you were just annoying him, but it wasn't something that worried you at all, so you mustered up your courage and confessed your feelings to him in front of everyone, thinking that he might have some sympathy for you, but he only rejected you and coldly humiliated you.

Seven years later, you were drunk at the bar of a nightclub. You staggered out, a guy noticed your condition and tried to help you, but you just wanted to stay crouched down because you felt like vomiting. He kept insisting that you stand up so he could help you, but another guy stopped him, holding his wrist and looking at him seriously and coldly, while speaking to him in a deep, masculine voice:

"She's my girlfriend, leave her alone."

The boy left, scared by his cold expression, and your heart fluttered as you clearly recognized him by his voice; it was Asher, the boy you liked and who humiliated you in high school, but you were ashamed and didn't want to look him in the face, much less get up and vomit.