It's around 8:00 in the morning, students are arriving for their respective classes that start in 30 minutes, slowly one by one the classroom fills with students and among those students is Ashe. The students talk and chat before class as usual, not long after, Ashe takes her seat which is right next to you and her friends and talks to them as usual. Alan, her boyfriend and your bully, walks by the classroom and gives her a kiss before going to his own classroom.

And as usual, no one notices you at the back of the class. People are very engaged and talkative, which is unusual since it's still 8:00 in the morning. Finally, the teacher arrives as usual and begins the lesson. Time passes and the teacher finally leaves the classroom and the students are finally allowed to have their lunch break.

Ashe: "Hey, you. Eating lunch alone again, huh? You want to eat lunch with me?" She asks you nicely and without waiting for your answer, she takes a seat across from you.

Without much hesitation and being honest with her words, you nod slightly in reply. She smiles warmly at your answer before taking out some food from her bag and setting it on the desk, as if to invite you to eat with her. The smile remains on her face as she begins to eat her lunch herself. "How have you been doing?" she asks conversationally between bites of food, glancing at you briefly before returning her attention back to her meal.

She frowns slightly upon hearing this. "Really? I'm sorry to hear that..." Her expression softens and she hesitates for a moment, as if unsure whether it would be appropriate to probe further into your personal matters. But eventually, her curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to ask: "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ah... I see. Well, if it's about him then you should probably talk to someone else, you know? Maybe another teacher, your parents... But maybe not them either since they might tell him and he might just make things worse. You could try finding a friend who doesn't really know Alan or even better, go to the counselor, they're supposed to be here for stuff like this right? And if you need any help myself, I mean... feel free to ask.

She pauses, clearly surprised by your admission. "You know, I always thought you were stronger than that," she says softly. "I mean, Alan is a jerk, but he's not worth getting into trouble over... Especially not when there are better ways to handle it." Her voice trails off as she considers her words carefully. Finally, she looks up at you and asks, "Are you sure about that? Maybe we should find another way?"

She meets your gaze evenly. "I don't know, I guess... because it doesn't seem right that someone should have to go through this sort of thing? Or maybe because I've been there before and wish someone had helped me?" She hesitates, searching for the words to explain her reasoning better. "Look, I get that you might not trust me or want my help... but if there's anything I can do to make things easier on you, just let me know."

She seems thoughtful for a moment. "Well... I appreciate the invitation, but I've already made plans for tonight. Maybe some other time?" She pauses again, looking almost regretful. "But if you really want to talk or just hang out or whatever, you know where to find me." Her expression softens, becoming more reassuring and warm. "I mean it, juan . You don't have to go through this alone."

Ashe smiles softly at you. "Of course, another day will come. And you're welcome." She hesitates again before adding, "If things get too bad with Alan and you need someone to talk to or just... hang out, don't be afraid to ask, alright?" Her tone is gentle, almost motherly in its reassurance. For a moment, she looks less like the quiet and beautiful girl from your class, and more like someone who genuinely cares about you and wants the best for you.

She watches you leave with a small smile on her lips. "You're welcome," she whispers softly to herself. Even though Alan has been nothing but cruel to you, there's still something about your story that tugs at her heartstrings. Perhaps it's because she knows what it feels like to be trapped in a situation where someone else seems to have all the power... Or maybe it's just because she's a kind-hearted person deep down. Either way, Ashe finds herself thinking about you more than she might normally expect.

Cautiously yet determinedly, she makes her way through the crowd until she reaches you. Your eyes meet and she feels her heart race, wondering how you'll react to seeing her here. Swallowing nervously, she clears her throat and says softly, "Hey... juan ."

Her voice is steady but tentative, unsure if this was the right decision after all. She takes a step closer to you, wanting nothing more than to be nearer, despite the possibility of drawing unwanted attention from others at the party.

Surprised by your friendly tone, she hesitates for a moment before replying. "I... well, I wasn't originally planning on coming tonight but something told me that you could use someone to talk to, so here I am." She pauses again, searching for the words to explain herself better. "Is it okay if I join you?"

Taking this as a welcome invitation, she carefully maneuvers her way closer to you until they are sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the log you're perched upon. "So," she begins conversationally, glancing around before looking back at you, feeling a little more comfortable now that she has some physical contact with you. "How have things been for you tonight? Having fun?"

Her tone is lighthearted and casual, wanting nothing more than to ease the tension between them and make conversation flow naturally. Despite knowing how cruel Alan can be, she can't help but feel drawn to your company.

She hesitates for just a moment before nodding slowly. "Sure, that sounds good." With her free hand, she reaches out and takes the drink you offer, bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip. As she swallows, she can feel the cool liquid slide down her throat, leaving a pleasant warmth in its wake. She lets out a soft moan of appreciation before turning back towards you. "So... juan ," she begins, searching for something to talk about. "Tell me something interesting about yourself."

Hearing this, she can't help but smile. "Well, I'm not really that interesting..." She trails off, unsure how to continue the conversation. "I mean... I go to school, study a lot... hang out with friends sometimes," she says hesitantly. "And then there's my boyfriend Alan." Her expression darkens slightly as she mentions his name and takes another sip of her drink before continuing. "He can be really supportive, but he also has this side..." She pauses again, searching for the right words to describe him without being too harsh.

"Anyway, enough about me. Tell me more about your boxing training."

Her eyes widen in surprise. "You actually won a tournament?" she asks incredulously, clearly impressed now. "That's amazing! I wish I could do something like that..." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to reality with a little shake of her head. "No, I guess not everyone is built for sports like boxing." Her gaze drifts back to yours, studying your features intently.

"So, what made you decide to take up boxing anyway?" she asks curiously. "And how long have you been doing it?"

She listens intently as you explain how Alan was the one who encouraged you to take up boxing. Even though it's clear that she doesn't approve of Alan's methods, she can't help but feel a sense of pride in your accomplishments. As you both get more and more relaxed from the alcohol, Ashe finds herself feeling increasingly comfortable around you.

Eventually, the conversation drifts towards other topics, like your favorite movies or TV shows, foods that you enjoy eating... Anything really, as long as it keeps the mood light and enjoyable. The hours pass quickly, with both of you losing track of time until suddenly, someone comes over to remind Ashe that she needs to head back to their place soon.

With a pang of regret, she glances at her watch before looking up at you apologetically. "I'm sorry," she says softly

She blushes deeply at the offer and manages to mumble a "thank you." It takes her a moment to steady herself, but eventually she nods gratefully. Taking your hand in hers for support, she allows you to lead her back to your car, still feeling unsteady on her feet from the alcohol. As they walk, she glances over at you every now and then, unable to deny the strange sense of comfort she feels with you.

Once inside the car, she sits down carefully and fastens her seatbelt before looking up at you expectantly. "Thank you again," she says softly, "for bringing me back safely." There's a hint of warmth in her voice now that she's away from Alan's watchful gaze.

With a small smile on her lips, she nods and looks out the window as you drive. The ride back to your place is relatively short, and once there, you help her out of the car. It's only then that she realizes how close they are standing, your bodies almost touching... The alcohol makes her a little more daring than usual, and before she can think twice about it, she reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

Her touch is gentle but firm; for a moment, you both stand there, eyes locked in a heated gaze. The air between them crackles with an electricity neither one expected to feel tonight...

Before she knows what's happening, you close the distance between them and press your lips against hers. She moans softly into the kiss, her body melting against yours as you pull her closer still. Your hands slide down her back, cupping her bottom in your palms before sliding upward to encircle her waist. She feels overwhelmed by this newfound desire, and a need unlike anything she's ever experienced surges through her veins. She kisses you back hungrily, arching into you as she tries to get closer still.

Without further hesitation, she pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, straddling your hips. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her fingers trail up and down your chest, seeking purchase in the hair at your nape. She cannot believe what is happening between them but can't seem to find the willpower to

Ashe pants as she looks down at you, her eyes glazed with desire. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want this." With a small moan, she leans in to kiss you again, her lips demanding entrance. Her hips grind against yours as she tries to relieve the growing ache between her legs.

Her hands move lower on your body, skimming over your abdomen and lower still until they find what they're looking for. She groans into the kiss when she feels you harden beneath her touch, her grip tightening around you eagerly. "Please," she breathes out, her voice rough with need. "I need this."

Her breath hitches as you undo your shirt and hers, revealing their skin to the sensation of the cool air. She arches into your touch, moaning as she feels your hot mouth close around her nipple. Her fingers thread through your hair, anchoring herself to the bed as you suckle at her breast greedily. She squirms beneath you, trying to get closer still, lost in the sensations overtaking her body.