A/N: ok I got bored with my other story… but there are another few chapters yet to be updated on that one yet before I put it to rest…

Ok enjoy this story… its Spashley all the way! Review… tell me if you want me to write any updates for this… if you don't… I wont… its that simple!! Although I would love to…

Spencer's P.O.V

It's been three days since we started out life at King High. I swear this school could win some sort of award for having the most complicated campus ever. I mean, my brother, Clay, has lessons that aren't even on campus. And don't even get me started on the people here!

There's the head cheerleader, Madison, who thinks she owns the school, with her perfect boyfriend Aiden. There's the jocks, the freaks, the geeks, and then there's every one else. You know the people that don't really have a place to fit in.

There's this one girl though, I think her name is Ashley Davies, daughter of Rock-Legend, Raife Davies. Apparently she is she school slut, and she was with Aiden until she discovered she was gay and that ended pretty quickly. She was the person at King that no one spoke to because her name meant trouble. But there was something about her though. Something that just makes me want to get to know her. I have this incredible urge to just talk to her. She seems… interesting.

I looked down to check the time. Urgh! Its time to find my next class in this impossible labyrinth of a school!

Eventually I made my way to English. Turns out it wasn't as hard to find as I first thought it would be. Still, I got there early so I could get the seat I want. I couldn't help but do a little happy dance in my head. I know I sound like such a nerd right now!

So I took a seat at the back of the class because come on! It's nearly the end of the day and in the LA heat I don't really feel like participating in this class.

The bell rang that signalled the end of lunch. Why is it that when that little bell rings, people suddenly appear out of nowhere? Strange huh?

I never knew that Ashley was in my English class. Or was I in hers? Either way, I probably didn't notice because I've never sat so far back. Or she's just never bothered to turn up.

But today I noticed because she came and took the seat next to me.

"You've been watching me." she whispered into my ear and she sat down.

"What?!"

"Every time I have walked by, I've seen you staring at me"

Ok so maybe I did watch her when she walked past. But I wasn't staring! Was I? I mean the way she walks with a swagger that says 'I'm sexy and you know it', you can't help but watch.

"Ok, you're delirious!"

"And you're in denial!" she said with a smug look on her face.

"Of what!?" by this time she's leaning into me so she's practically sat on my desk.

"You totally think I'm hot!"

"What gives you that idea?"

"Well for the last week you have stared at me when ever I have walked past you," I raised my eyebrows at her and went to say something to her when she cut me off, "and you haven't blinked once since I sat next to you."

"So what if I can't help but look at you. I've heard a lot of stuff. I was just wandering if it was true." Why can't I stop looking at her?

"Yeah right!" she laughed at me. "Hey, after class you wanna get some coffee. I can't function with out my coffee"

"Yeah, why not!"

"My point exactly!"

"You really need to get over yourself!"

for the rest of the lesson, we were just talking, passing notes when the teacher got too suspicious.

Ashley's POV

It all started out as a chase. When I saw her watching me all the time I thought that she would just be another girl that I pulled in, slept with, and dropped. But then we went and had coffee and she was actually interested in what I had to say. She is the first person in a long time that has actually cared about me.

We have been inseparable ever since that day in English, joined at the hip. Best friends. And it felt great. Until recently, the pains in my chest go worse every time I saw her. That need to see her, to talk to her got more and more. They have always been there. But I always assumed that it was me being grateful to her for being my friend. But that's not it. I have no idea what's wrong with me.

So here I am. Sat alone in my bedroom. Spencer has literally just left. I don't know what to do when she isn't around. My life seems unliveable without her in it. Even if we will only ever be best friends with shameless flirting and touching coming from both sides only, I mean it. And I honestly don't think she does. She is a straight catholic girl who's family would never accept her if she was gay. Well, her mother wouldn't.

Her Mom knows I'm gay and tolerates me. I know that she doesn't like me and she does a very good job of hiding it. But I can read those blue eyes so well, just like I can read Spencer so well. But I can't seem to read how she feels when I touch her a little too intimately.

Spencer's POV

It's been about two months now since Ashley almost abducted me to coffee.

I have never met anyone more funny and interesting than her. When I first met her, she fit what people had been saying abut her perfectly. But then I go to know her and she is sweet and sensitive.

She has a mother that doesn't care about her and a dad that is never around. And no friends. Just me. But I only have her too.

That last two months, my head has been consumed in thoughts of Ashley. When I'm not with her all I can do is think about her. And when I'm with her, all I can do is think about how much I don't want her to leave or that I don't want to leave. All these things that I am feeling towards her right now, they are so scary.

My head is in a million and one places. But my heart is in one. With Ashley.

CRAP!

What's happening to me! Do I have feelings of more than friendship for my best friend?

Ashley's POV

She is just so god damn easy to talk to! I can be myself around her and not have to sensor what I say. She laughs at my crummy jokes and is always there for me.

With her, I can let my guard down and just be. I want to be a better person when I'm with her. In the last two months I haven't slept with half the people I normally would. And I love her for that.

I love her. There it is. That's what I have been feeling. I love her.

I am in love with her.

"I love her!" I mutter to myself with a smile on my face, almost needing to confirm it by saying it.

But she doesn't love me. And she never will.

And that brings the smile crashing off of my face.