Love and Other Obsessions

‘I’m not stalking him.’ Asher told himself with a quick shake of his head. ‘We both are just walking to class.’

Asher kept an appropriate and respectable distance from the object of his affections, Colin Anderson. The straight-laced honor student would probably have a heart attack if he knew that habitual bad boy and problem child of their school, Asher Nix was following him and watching his every move. Which was why he kept his distance.

Asher had been smitten with the nerdy boy for a year since the moment he saw him a few days after the start of Junior year. It was after third period and he’d been walking to his next class; algebra; when he spotted him. His thin-rimmed glasses perched crookedly on the tip of his nose that was buried in a book, not at all watching where he was going. He was wearing a bright red sweater vest over a white tee-shirt that hugged his curves explicitly and brown khaki pants that highlighted his full ass. Asher’s eyes hungrily scanned the boy’s body, envying how snug the vest looked against his plump curves that he was dying to grab.

He’d been so engrossed in Colin that he walked straight into a fire extinguisher. Something his sister Hel still teased him about to this day. From that day on he watched him obsessively, learned his class schedule, appeared at school thirty minutes early just to he could catch a glance at him first thing in the morning and even chose his classes this year to give him more chances to see him.

It was insane, he knew this deep down in the parts of his brain that still had reason but he refused to see himself as a stalker psycho. He thought of himself as more of a silent guardian watching over the cute and innocent Colin Anderson. Keeping all the sickos and perverts away, himself included.

Asher’s ogling session was cut short as Colin ducked into his first period class. He had to physically suppress a groan when he lost sight of the boy. His mind already searing every minute detail of the putfit that Colin was wearing. A Yellow sweater-vest over a grey shorts-sleeved polo with black khaki pants.

“Cheer up Ash, they’re always next period.”

Ash glanced over his shoulder to see his best friend Mason Jones walking close behind him. ‘Crap I must have really spaced out if I didn’t notice him walking up behind me.’ Asher thought as he looked at the young black man.

Mason was very tall, dark skinned, and muscular as hell. People often called Mason a wall with legs cause he was so big. His sheer size alone made people skiddish to be around him. Asher was just at 6ft 2in and he still had to look up just to meet his friend’s gaze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Asher replied, feigning ignorance.

“Mmhm.” Mason adjusted his book bag on his shoulder and shook his head. “Of course you don’t. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about a deranged psycho stalking the school’s resident genius would you.”

“I’m not stalking him!” Asher grumbled and stormed off toward his class. Much to his dismay Mason was right on his heels. His longer legs made keeping up with Asher easy, even while speed walking.

“I didn’t say anything about you Ash…what’s wrong? Guilty conscience?”

Asher shot Mason a glare over his shoulder and kept on walking. He knew where this conversation was going and he did not want it to go there.

“Come on Ash just ask him out already.” Mason practically yelled down the hall. People passing turned to see who was shouting but quickly looked away when they saw Asher and Mason. The fruits of Asher’s reputation and Mason’s giant stature at work.

Asher growled in his throat. He loved the big goof but his big mouth made him want to hurt him at times. Mason sped after his friend then matched pace with Asher and clapped him on the back. Harder than he probably meant to but Asher was used to his friend’s heavy handed strength.

“You don’t get it Mason, you just don’t get it.” Asher mumbled as he ducked into his first period class, ending the conversation. The class was Algebra, he hated this class with a passion. He flunked it last year and had to retake it this year or he didn’t graduate but he wasn’t sore about it, math and numbers weren’t his thing.

It was still a few minutes before the bell so there were only a few people in their seats. As he made his way to the back of the class he couldn’t help but notice the sideways glances and dirty looks, or the not so subtle shifting of purses like he was going to reach inside and steal something.

Asher ignored it all as he took his seat. They were all just a bunch of fakes and assholes who judged a book by it’s cover. Admittedly the cover wasn’t that appealing. His looks were part of the reason why he didn’t take a chance and ask Colin out. He wasn’t ugly by any means, he thought himself slightly above average in the looks department. He was trouble and he looked the part, his idea of fashion was biker boots, jeans ripped at the knees, as much leather as a person could fit on their body and a tight shirt, preferably black or at least some dark color.

He was the exact polar opposite of the sexy as sin, sweater-vest wearing, innocent Colin Anderson. There was no way that someone as smart as Colin would want a dumbass like him.

Asher groaned and leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs on the desk. He laced his fingers behind his head and tried to get comfortable, allowing images of Colin in his sexy little sweater vest dominate his mind.

The bell rang and kids that were standing out in the hall stared filing into class. They all took their seat, he noticed they all avoided the seats in the back but chose to ignore it. If they didn’t want to be around him, he didn’t want to be near them.

A second bell sounded just as the algebra teacher, Mr. Hexly, walked in the room. “Settle down class.” He told everyone in his nasally voice. He scanned the class until his eyes met Asher. “Mr. Nix, desks are for writing, not resting your filthy boots on them. Sit up straight!”

Asher rolled his eyes and slid his feet off the desk then set his chair completely on the ground. He didn’t sit up straight however, opting to slouch in his seat and stare dagger at the ass of a teacher.

Mr. Hexly turned his nose up at him and started his class.

‘God I hate this asshole!’ Asher thought as he tuned the boring teacher out. He allowed his mind to wander to thoughts of Colin as he stared off into space. More often than not he was thinking about Colin. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear Mr. Hexly calling him until he was standing in front of his desk slamming a book down in front of him.

“Huh?” Asher mumbled, refusing to flinch. He lazily looked up at the teacher and rested his chin on his palm.

“Mr. Nix I am not used to having to call a name three times trying to get a response.”

“Well I’m not used to rude people slamming books in front of me, guess we’ll have to deal.” The viciousness in Mr. Hexly’s glare might have startled other students but he’d seen scarier people on a daily basis look twice as menacing just by smiling.

“Mr. Nix, go to the board and solve the problem.”

Asher rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know how.” That was a lie, he remembered from last year. The real reason he didn’t want to walk to the board was all that thinking about Colin got him all hot and bothered and sport a large tent in his pants that he’d rather the whole class didn’t see.

“If you’d been paying attention you’d know how Mr. Nix.” Mr. Hexly spat then turned to the rest of the class. “Who knows how the solve the problem.”

A little weasel at the front of the class raised his hands. Damien Porter, a pain in the ass to anyone with a half a brain cell. The little try-hard was such a professional at ass kissing he’d often wondered if he was gay.

“Yes Mr. Porter?”

“The answer’s X=2.45.”

“That’s correct Mr. Porter but I asked you how to solve the problem.”

Damien stood up and walked over to the board and in a few moments wrote out the equation. Mr. Hexly smiled and nodded in approval. “Yes Mr. Damien, perfect.”

Damien smugly at the class, who collectively rolled their eyes, then turned and took his seat. Kiss ass.

“See class is how you solve this equation. If you all focus problems like this will be a cakewalk.” Mr. Hexly said class, yet he was staring intently at Asher. Asher mentally flipped him off and pretended like he was paying attention for the rest of the class.

***

“Ozman you’re out!” Coach Reggie roared over the court.

Asher watched the dodgeball game with mild disinterest from the bleachers. He was in his last class of the day, gym, by far his favorite but not because of the physical aspect. He glanced casually at the bleachers further down. Colin was sitting in the corner away from everyone. He was in his own little world scribbling something in a large pad. In all his time watching Colin he often saw him with that pad a lot but had never gotten close enough to find out what he was writing in it. A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched Colin. He was always so focused on whenever he had on that pad.

“Zobberman you’re out! RED 2 team wins.” Coach Reggie called out. The red and blue teams got off the court and made their way to the bleacher. “RED 3 team BLUE 3 Team take the field.

Asher watched as Colin got up from his seat and joined the new wave of kids making their way to the court. The oversized graphic tee and shorts he was wearing bothered Asher. They were basically giant drapes to hide his body. He’d rather Colin wore tighter clothes that showed off all the chubby magnificence.

The coach blew his whistle and the games started, about halfway through the game Asher saw the main reason why that class was his favorite. Colin was still in the game, he ran and dodged trying his hardest not to get hit. All that running and dodging made him sweat and made that oversized shirt wet and cling to his body.

Asher bit his lip as he watched Colin move around the court, snapping mental pictures of how his body jiggled and shook with each movement for his spank bank. He felt his cock jerk and hardening in his shorts and subconsciously reached down and gripped it through his shorts when he felt a hard smack against his head.

“Don’t even think about it!” His sister, Hel, growled in his ear. Asher shot her a dirty look. He’d been so occupied with Colin that he’d forgotten she was sitting next to her.

Her real name was Helen but everyone called her Hel, mostly because she could be a total bitch at times. She was a two years younger than Asher at sixteen.

Hel gave him an amused look then chuckled at his glare and pointed down at his crotch. “Glare at me all you want but I am not going to sit and watch you jerk off to your little fat-ass crush.”

Asher growled at his sister. “Don’t call him a fat-ass.” He warned, feeling a familiar rage wash over him when someone insulted Colin.

“You know this obsession with him is fucking weird right?”

“I do not have an obsession.”

“Sure you don’t.” She chuckled. “Just like you don’t stalk him, jerk off to him, and write Asher and Colin inside a little heart in your notebook.”

“I don’t!” He barked. ‘I totally do! What the fuck is wrong with me!’

“Anderson you’re out!” Coach Reggie shouted. “Blue 3 wins the match.”

Asher looked back to the court to find Colin on the ground holding his stomach. Two guys on the other team were laughing their asses off, one of them bragging they threw the ball. Asher growled in his throat and stood up. He wanted to beat those two asshole to a pulp but before he could move his sister grabbed his arm.

“I’d rather you didn’t get suspended within the first month of school Ash.” She said yanking on his arm for him to sit. He glanced over at Colin, he was standing again and brushing himself off. Asher let out a breath in a huff and sat back down.

“Okay everyone hit the showers!” Coach Reggie shouted. Everyone got up to head to the locker room. Asher narrowed in on the asshole who knocked Colin on his feet and followed him toward the locker room when they were close he bumped into his shoulder hard enough to knock him down.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going!” Asher barked. The asshole’s friend opened his mouth like he was about to say something and Asher immediately got in his face.

“You got something to say?” the boy back up and shook his head.

“N-no!” A small crowd had formed to see what the commotion was about.

Asher turned and looked at the two and curled his upper lip in disgust. Coach Reggie fought his way thought the small crowd and stood in front of the three of us.

“What’s going on here?” He asked.

“Nothing coach!” the two boys answered in unison. The coach gave them both a hard look then looked at Asher.

“You’re wanted in the office Nix. Don’t know what about.”

Asher frowned and walked past Coach Reggie and the little mob. Me getting called to the office was never good. He thought solemnly as he started toward the exit.