Asher's Pov

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The  morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and rested. 

"Hey!!! It's just 8:30 in the morning I can--"

"FUCK!!!"

I am late damn! Shit! Stupid alarm can't wake me up before ... the joy of anticipating Mr. Frank's 'warm' welcome. There I was, rummaging through my closet for something that didn't scream 'I slept through my alarm,' all the while muttering to myself about the delightful reception awaiting me at the office. "Now Mr. Frank will welcome me with his beautiful smile," I said with a roll of my eyes so hard I almost saw my brain. The sarcasm was thicker than the pile of unwashed laundry I had just tripped over.

I glanced at the clock and realized with a sinking feeling that I was already running late. The thought of Mr. Frank's disapproving glare, masquerading as a smile, sent a shiver down my spine. It's the kind of smile that could freeze coffee, and let me tell you, it's not because he's overjoyed to see me. I braced myself for the inevitable, ready to return his greeting with the cheesiest, most over-the-top grin I could muster. After all, if you're going to be late, you might as well do it with style.

As the sun spilled through my window, I found myself ambling towards the mirror with a casual, unhurried gait.  With a yawn and a stretch, I closed the gap between my reflection and me, standing face to face with the person I've come to know inside and out.

The mirror, a silent confidant, held no judgments or expectations. It merely reflected the truth of who I was in that sliver of time. I couldn't help but let a small, knowing smile tug at the corners of my mouth as I took in the sight of myself. There I was, in all my perfectly imperfect glory.

With a final nod to the person in the mirror, I turned away, feeling a little more grounded and a lot more grateful. 

"I got a Sexy body," I said while looking at the mirror.

"Stop admiring yourself Ash," my mum said to me. 

With a final nod to the person in the mirror, I turned away, feeling a little more grounded and a lot more grateful. I turned and said

"How can I not "sexy" "??

"Stop calling me that Ash I am your mother, "told my mum

"Can't help it... who else got a mum like mine... hmm? You know, if you were young you would Surely be My girlfriend"

"And my boyfriend would have killed you!!!"

I laughed- Who "that" old man?

"Yup "that" old man" she said with a beautiful smile

"Now come down quickly" screamed my sweet yetb dead drop Gorgeous mother and went to her old man.

I stroll into the dining hall and guess who's already there, chilling at the table? Dad. He's just kicked back, probably scrolling through his phone or something

"Hi Dad," I said

"Hi son," he replied. We fist bump.

"Shit, I am late," said was about to run towards the door.

"Asher" my father called, the apple comes flying at me. Instinct kicked in and bam—I snagged it right out of the air, like some sort of fruit ninja. It was a pretty smooth catch if I do say so myself.

"And yes... Stop calling her sexy And stop flirting with your mom,  she is my woman for God's sake and finds yourself a girlfriend" he said while reading a newspaper.

"I can't help dad... mom is so sexy," I said while grinning.

"That I know... Last night your mom showed me how sexy, she is" said while looking at mum. He had that spark.

You know, every time I catch dad giving mom that look—the one that's all soft smiles and twinkly-eyed mischief—I can't help but feel a little envious. There's just this undeniable spark between them, even after all these years. It's like they've got their own secret language made up of grins and subtle winks. Man, I wish I could have that same kind of connection with someone special. It's like they've bottled up the magic of a lifetime and it's all in the way they glance at each other. Goals, right?

"ASHER AREN'T YOU LATE??" Mum yelled. God, she is embarrassed. I laugh and went out. Leaving them alone.

Whoops, totally spaced out on the time! I glanced at the watch and, yep, I'm late again. No time to waste, I grabbed my backpack, bolted out the door, hopped on my bike, and pedaled like mad to school. Fingers crossed I can sneak into class without too much of a fuss.

Ah, my dad's like one of those super busy bees, always buzzing with work, but he's got this magic trick where he flips the switch to 'chill mode' when he's with me and mum. It's like he's got an invisible cape for work and another one for family time. And let me tell you, he's usually Mr. Strict with his rules and all that, but when it's just us, he's as carefree as a kid on a summer break. Mum, on the other hand, she's got this huge heart, right? Loves us to bits, no questions asked. She's got this sweet, innocent vibe where she sees the good in everyone, but when it comes to me, she's convinced I'm the family rascal—the lovable 'bad boy', if you will. It's quite the combo at home.

At school

So, I finally got to campus, right? I quickly parked my bike, not even bothering to lock it properly, and dashed off to snag my schedule. I was huffing and puffing by the time I got to Mrs. Richard's office. She gave me this look, you know? Then, without skipping a beat, she hits me with the "you're late." Great start to the semester, huh?

I leaned in, put on a charming smile, and said, "Mrs. Richard your looking absolutely stunning and I wish that I could talk to you, but I am late and you know how Mr. Frank is right so could you please give me my schedule Mrs. Richard"

By the time I stopped speaking, she was already blushing and was biting her lips.

Mrs. Richard?? I bring her back from her Dreamland.

"HM-hmm yeah - I mean, yes Asher I mean Mr. Anderson" she stuttered and give me my schedule.

'Women are crazy for me'. I thought.

I gave her a smile and said thanks before heading to my room. I knew I was in for some bad luck when Mr. Frank became my class teacher. He already warned me to stay in line, but here I am, the troublemaker. Oh well, what can you do?

I swung the door open and walked into the classroom, and the girls all started screaming. It was like I had just walked into a surprise party or something.

"ASHER!!!"

"ASHY!!!"

"ASHER MY HUBBY!!!"

"ASH I LOVE YOU!!!"

"ASH I AM PREGNANT WITH OUR CHILD!!!"

Silence.

So, like, after that line, it was dead silent. Even Mr. Frank was just staring at me with his usual smile but his face was totally blank. It was kinda creepy, not gonna lie.

I nervously laughed and said to God knows whom.

"So sorry, but I am a virgin."

"Oh," the girls said.

Before anyone can say anything Mr. Frank greeted me.

"It is a pleasure to see you in my class, Mister Anderson. However, I must inquire as to the reason for your tardiness. Your presence is valued, but punctuality is also important in maintaining a productive learning environment and also i would love to hear the reason why are you late," he said with an emotionless face.

"Well, sir, I was helping a lady."
I lied like a Pro.

"O really?? Please tell What help were you doing Mr. Anderson??" He asked

"Um... you know the ladies love to ask me to help... even when they don't need it..." Again, I mean, what else could I do? I knew I was in deep trouble, so I just let out a nervous laugh. It was like my body's default setting for when I knew I messed up. But man, I definitely wasn't looking forward to dealing with the consequences of whatever I did.

"Young man, you are in trouble "again". I want to meet your father at the end of the day. If not, then you are not allowed to attend the classes not only mine but other teachers also. Understood Mr. Anderson?"

I rolled my eyes, nodded, and sat in my seat next to my best friend who was trying to hold back his laughter. We were both trying to keep it together in a situation that was just too ridiculous

"Fuck my day."