Disclaimer: I do not own any of the South of Nowhere character.
A/N: Okay, this is my first Spencer and Ashley story. I'm not too sure if this is really even any good, but let me know if you like it.
CHAPTER1
I sit alone. I sit watching everyone enjoying their lunch period, talking and laughing. Looking down at my almost full tray, I pick up the obscure shaped cookie. Groaning in disgust as the cookie makes a cracking sound when I break it in half. I sigh lightly, dropping the two halves on the tray. Pushing the tray away from me, folding my arms on top of the table resting my chin on my arms. I close my eyes tuning out the buzz of chatter all around me. Hearing the sound of someone plopping down in the seat opposite me I open my eyes, and to no surprise there she is. Sitting in front of me with a smile on her face, apple juice box in one hand, the other resting on the table. Rolling my eyes, I turn my head to face away from her. She giggles at this.
I tap my foot to the beat of "bruises" by Chairlift. I turn my head slightly to see her bend over reaching for something. As she begins to sit back up I quickly turn my head. She taps the table a couple times to get my attention. Ignoring her best I could I continue my foot tapping, still facing away from her.
"Spencer." She says quietly. I ignore her. Maybe if I just don't talk she will leave.
"Spencer." She says again more urgently. Again I ignore her. Just stick to the plan Spencer.
"Spencer..?" She says more desperately this time. I sigh, lifting my head up facing her. So much for sticking to the plan.
She smiles, having finally gotten my attention. She sits a black Ipod in front of me. I look first at the Ipod sitting in front of me, then back to her. I give her a questioning look, arching a brow. She giggles.
"Not that the foot tapping isn't of uncanny resemblance to the actual beat of the song it still sounds good with lyrics." She says with a smile, taking a sip of the apple juice. Looking back at the Ipod I pick it up carefully, and slide it into my hoodie pocket. She smiles widely at me taking another sip from the juice box. I mumble a soft 'thank you', looking down. She nods.
"Now, that there is my beloved music box. Got all my favorite songs on it. Some maybe you might like." She says slowly.
"I don't let anyone use it ever." She says, emphasizing the 'ever'. After another sip she adds. "But for you I'll make an exception, `cause I know you wont break it." With a wink and smile she gets up, slinging her black backpack over her shoulder, walking away back to her friends.
I watch her sit down at her table. She is greeted with "hey" and "sup" from the numerous people at the table, and a hug from one boy.
Everyday it's the same. She'll come in; sit with me. Sometimes she'll talk. Other times she just sits there with her apple juice. She knows I wont talk to her. She knows I'm not going to engage her in any conversation. Even knowing this she still comes. She still sits with me for some reason. Sometimes for all of lunch, other times she stays for a bit before going to her friends.
I take out the Ipod, looking at it. A set of headphones wrapped around it. I look back at her to see her laughing along with a few other people at the table as the boy beside her animatedly explained something to them, gesturing widely with his hands. She looks around the crowded cafeteria, her eyes meeting mine. I look away, grabbing my bag and leaving the cafeteria.