Page 5 of Ashes to Ash’s

What the hell? That was wildly inappropriate of him! I closed the chat and tossed my phone aside, clenching my fists as I fought unwanted arousal in response to his words. It’s not him. It’s not because of him. It’s just his words. I’m a teenage boy, so of course that made me horny, but not because it came from him. He’s a boy. I can’t like a boy. My god, our church would crucify me. My parents would crucify me.

The phone buzzed again, and despite myself, I grabbed it and swiped the screen, accessing the message. A picture downloaded. Of his hand gripping his cock. FUCK.

Chapter Four

Ash

He ignored me. One second he was fingering my fucking messages, probably thinking about me just like I was thinking about him, and the next, he was ignoring me again. Fuck him. I’ll just jerk off on my own then. Still, this wasn’t about to go away. My feelings for him were only growing stronger.

It bugged me all night though, and by the next morning, when I was wearing that goddamn stuffy uniform again, and walking the halls, I kept an eye open for him, because I was about to make him pay for it.

“Heyyyy the King’s back!” That was followed by some of the guys chanting my name, but after a brief moment to enjoy the cheering, I locked eyes with that fucker, Cal, and stormed in his direction. His eyes widened with panic just as I crashed into him, knocking him back into his locker with a loud clang.

“Jesus, Ash!”

I locked a hand around his throat and leaned close.

“That’s the last fucking time you ignore me, you repressed little shit.”

“Ash! People are staring!” Yeah, I could fucking feel their eyes on me, but wasn’t that just like him to care more about what people might think?

Cal struggled to push me away and I shoved him back again, grinning when he groaned with pain as his elbows crashed back against the metal of the lockers.

“Ash!”

“Next time I text you, you better fucking answer me, you hear?”

He closed his eyes, his head pressing back against the closed locker door. My eyes locked on the shape of his jaw, and the tiny scar near his bottom lip. I wanted to suck that lip and, maybe if we hadn’t been interrupted, I would have.

“Guys, the head’s coming this way,” Gary Lester warned me, as the crowd started to dissipate, our shield from that bastard’s eyes fleeing the impending disaster.

“This isn’t over, Cal. Get used to me being in your life, because I’m going to be all over you.”

“Ash, get the fuck off me and stay away! I don’t want you near me.”

“What?”

“Boys! What’s going on here?”

“Get off me, and get lost, you fucking perv.”

Perv? I drew back my arm and punched him right in his smug mouth, and my second punch was delayed only by strong arms grabbing hold of me and dragging me back.

“Get your fucking hands off me before I end you!” I screamed at the person holding me, spinning and shoving them back, drawing my arm back again to punch whoever the fuck it was. Oh shit. The headmaster.

This time the meeting didn’t go as well as last time. Can’t say that was a total surprise.

“Expelled? Come on, please. There has to be some kind of recompense we can offer, some kind of resolution,” dad Dory practically demanded of the head-asshole. Mum was wringing her hands in front of her like this was a big deal, but it fucking wasn’t.

“I can’t have someone so volatile and violent among the student body. He’s a danger to his classmates.”

“This kid he allegedly punched, did he start this? Where’s he? Where the hell are his parents right now?”

The head laced his fingers in front of him on his desk. “The other student was his victim. As was I. Let me just make that clear to you. Your son turned on me, and tried to punch me.”

“Bullshit,” I hissed, glaring at all three of them as their eyes landed on me. “If I wanted to punch you, I’d have fucking punched you. I showed great restraint.”

The head sighed, but truthfully, he really didn’t look like he was sorry to say this.