(Ashley's POV)

Friday.

Just another typical day for me. Some would say it's the best day of the week, but to me? Their all the same. Get up, brush my teeth, do my hair, take my medicine, find my clothes, and head on off to school. Then rinse and repeat.

Thank God it was the weekend.

I was now walking home from school. The day went as any other day: boring. As I was walking, a voice called me.

"Ashley!!"

I knew whose voice it was. It belonged to my friend, Johnny. He was my best friend ever since first grade. He always make me laugh, helped me when I needed it, and cheered me up when I was down. Though he would always flirt with me, even though he knew I was a lesbian. And I bet this time wasn't going to be any different, "What is it Johnny?" I asked in annoyance. "Oh nothin'. Just wanna tell you that you're lookin' quite sexy today." he flirtatiously stated. I groaned, "When exactly are you going to stop messing with me?" I asked, a bit agitated. "When you let me get in them panties." he stated with a grin on his face.

It pissed me off, "You know I'm a lesbian, Jonathan." I hissed, using his real name. The only time I used his real name is when I'm really mad at him or when he does something surprising. "Whoa, calm down Ash. You know I ain't mean nothin' by it." he said as I sighed. "I know, I know. I'm sorry for getting so worked up. It's just... it's been a long day at school." I apologized as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Ahh, it's alright." he assured. We kept walking for ten minutes until we reached the corner that he had turn on.

"Welp, I guess this is where we part ways, until next week." he said as he gave me a hug. I returned the embrace as we said bye to one another before going our separate ways.

~Time Skip~

It was five minute walk; not all that long. I had opened the front door and saw my mother and father sitting down in their chairs. Mother was on her phone, playing "Star Gems 2", while father was watching the TV. "Hey mom. Hey dad." I greeted them both. My father just gave an uninterested hum.

It made me sad.

Ever since he found out about my mental condition, he's become very distant of me; to the point where he doesn't even talk to me at all. When I was little, I would always wait for him at the door when he comes home from work. And when he finally got home, he'd just look down at me like I'm a stranger in the street. I just didn't understand why he acted like this. It just hurts.

At least mother was always there for me.

"Hey sweetheart." mother greeted back with her very thick English accent. It was similar to mines, and my two brothers, Keeagan and Jack, "How was school?" she asked. "Oh, just the same as usual." I answered, going upstairs. Once I made to my room, I took my backpack off and threw it on the bed before I plopped down onto it myself. I took my phone out and saw that it was 4:50. I decided that I'll go out for a work. But not before changing clothes. I took off my school clothes (which was just regular clothes) and put on a pair of black thigh high socks (I have nothing but thigh high socks. I don't know why, I just love them), then slipped on a pair of black, grey, light grey, and white camo tights (thigh high socks tights = comfort/uncomfort) that squeezed every contour of my lower body, making my butt look bigger than it already was (I have a really big butt, but I'm not fat! A lot of people say I'm "slim-thick". They say it means "a girl whose skinny, but thick at the same time". Like... e-eh... you know what, just forget it, I'm pretty sure you know what I'm talking about), then I put on a all black, long sleeve low cut [Author: I will never fully understand fashion. I understand it, just not that much.] that showed a lot cleavage from my rather large breast (mother told me that when she was my age, her breast was big as well, bigger then mine to be exact. Hell, her breast are still big, they even seem to have gotten more bigger, and why am I talking about my mother's breast size as if it was a normal conversation topic?). After that was done, I put on my signature black beanie, then putting on my vest.

I went back downstairs and towards the door, "I'm going out for a walk." I stated as mother nodded her head. I opened the door and stepped out into the now slightly cold air, 'It wasn't this cold earlier.' I thought as I continued walking down the street. I pondered my thoughts on what I would do for the time being. I came to the conclusion of going to the mall. I wasn't doing anything else. So that's where I went.

~Time Skip~

I was now walking back home, again. It was dark out, which caught me by surprise. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 8:26, 'Wow! I've must've been in for quite some time.' I thought.

As I was walking, I heard voices coming from my left. I looked over in that direction, then wished that I never looked that way. It was the group of girls from my school who thought they was better then everyone else. I don't see why anyone would ever look up to them.

They were nothing but a bunch of bitches.

At least, that's what I thought of them. I really didn't want them to notice me, so I quickly turned my head down and kept walking. But luck wanted to be an ass to me (as always), "Hey, isn't that Ashley Mayweather?" I heard on of them say.

"Yeah, I think it is."

"Well then, let's go say 'Hi.'."

I gasped sharply as I heard that. I looked back over towards them and saw that they were walking towards me. 'Fuck me.' I thought angrily.

"Hey!" one of them yelled, appearing right in front of me, causing me to squeal in fright. "Well, well, well. Look who it is. 'The Weirdo of Glenn Heights High School', Ashley Mayweather. What's someone like you doing in our spot?" the group's "leader", Kiera Gartner, asked smugly, emphasizing the word "you". "I was just walking home," I stated nervously, as I really didn't want any trouble, "Besides, what do you want with me anyway?" I asked. She and her "friends" snickered, "Oh, we just wannna talk to you. You don't mind, right?" she asked with a sadistic like grin on her face.

"Actually yes, I do mind." I stated with a little bit of venom coming out of my mouth. She seemed to be taken back by this, but quickly composed herself. "Is that so? Well, that's too bad. 'Cause you gon' talk to us, whether you like it or not." she stated as her friends got closer to me (a bit too close for my liking). "What, you guys are going to force me into having an orgy with you or something?" I smart-mouthed as she and her friends gasped (checkmate). Though, my moment of clarity was short lived.

She slapped me. And it actually hurt.

"Oh, well aren't you just the potty-mouth, huh Ashley?" she asked in a calm, but very dark and pissed voice. "You could say that." I answered with my smug smile. "Oh, then somebody ought to clean it then." she stated. "Perhaps the same could be said to you," I started, "I mean, what with all the dicks you suck, someone ought to scrub that mouth of yours. Perhaps some... Fabuloso might help?" I snapped as she just looked at me in shock (checkmate, again).

Why am I such a smartass?

"Bitch..." was all she said before she punched me in the stomach. I yelped in pain and fell to my knees, holding my stomach. "How does that feel, bitch?" she asked with anger and venom leaving her voice, putting extra emphasis on the word "bitch", "You just made the biggest fucking mistake in your life." she stated as she paused and looked back at her friend's, then back at me, "Beat this bitch ass."

Before I could ask what she meant, or even look up, or even comprehend what was going on, I received a kick to the face. And bloody-hell, did it hurt! Over and over, I was getting punched, kicked, and slapped (and I think I felt one of them rub my butt, weird).

After fifteen minutes of getting my ass kicked (they could hit pretty hard for a bunch of sluts), Kiera finally decided to break it up, "Alright, alright, alright y'all, that's enough. My turn..." she said as her friends stepped out of the way for her. She then kicked me in the stomach, "Oh, poor little Ashley, what's wrong? Huh? Don't like having your ass beat? Hmp, should've thought about that before talking shit to me, you little ugly bitch! This'll teach you a less-" she said before somebody came and tackled her; continuously punching her right after. The person was wearing all black and had a hood on, covering their face, preventing me from seeing them. One of Kiera's friends ran up behind the person and jumped on their back. The person stood up and fell backwards (hmm, pretty impressive) and punched her in the face. They then drop-kicked another one of the girls, which was quite awesome I have to say. But I didn't see anything for too much longer.

I blacked out.

~Time Skip~

I had woke in bed with a splitting headache and an aching stomach (knew it). I looked around and realized that I was not in my bed. In fact, I wasn't even in my house. I saw a flat screen TV, it looked to be about a 32 in. There was a small dresser next to it, a bigger dresser on the other side of the room, a nightstand next to the bed, which I then realized was just a mattress.

"Oh hey, you're up!" exclaimed a voice.

I squealed in fright (again) as I looked towards the door. Standing there was a girl. She had a long curly looking afro that reached down past her shoulders, brown eyes, and toffee skin (the same as mine). She was really beautiful. She was wearing a loose tank top and a pair of camo pajama pants. I looked at her breast and saw that she had small breast, very small breast. Actually, it looked like she had no breast at all. "Hey, are you staring at meh boobs?" she asked with a smirk on her face. My freckled face turned a bright red, "Oh. Someone was liking the view, weren't they?" she asked as my face became even more red. "W-w-what? N-no, I wasn't looking at your breast!" I exclaimed angrily in embarrassment as I turned my head away from her.

"Aww, what I say?" she asked innocently. She then sat down next to me, "Hey, are you okay?" she asked in a more comforting voice. I looked at her in confusion, "What do you mean?" I asked. "Y'know, with all them girls beating up on ya?" she stated, which caught me by surprise. "How do you know about that?" "'Cause I kinda saved you. How else did you think you got here?" she explained. "Wait, you were that person wearing all black?" "Yep." she answered proudly. "Oh, well, thank you so much. I really appreciate it." I thanked as I blushed in embarrassment. "Aww, you're welcome. Though if you don't mind me asking, why were they beating on ya?" she asked. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a bunch of sluts who think they're better than everyone," I started, "It's so fucking annoying, how they think they're all that, how they think they're the ones who run everything. And it... it just... i-it just PISSES ME OFF!!!" I yelled in anger. Once I composed myself, I look towards the girl to see she was kind of frightened by sudden outburst, "O-oh my. I-I'm so sorry. I d-didn't mean t-to yell." I apologized.

"N-nah, it's cool. I can see that you hate them, don't ya?" she asked as I nodded my head softly, "Knew it. By the way, I never got your name." she stated. "Oh, it's Ashley." "'Ashley' huh? Nice name. I'm Martti!" she exclaimed with pride. I giggled at her attitude. "Aye!? What's son funny!?" she asked a bit angrily. "Nothing. It's just that you looked cute when you got exited." I stated as she chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I guess so." she said. I tried to stand up...

Only to end up falling face first on the floor.

"Whoa, whoa! You gotta take it easy. Them 'sluts', as you say, did a number on you. I'd say it be best if you just lay here in bed, then head out tomorrow." Martti stated as she helped me back on the mattress, "For now just get some sleep, alright?" she said in a sweet and compassionate voice. It made me feel safe.

She made me feel safe. Though, I felt something more for her.

Love.

Love at first sight, if you will. We may have just met, but I don't care. I loved her.

But I'm pretty sure she doesn't like girls that way. And even if she did, she'd probably wouldn't feel the same way about me.

I nodded my head softly and took out my phone (I'm surprised that it was still in my pocket) and texted my mother, saying that I was going to be staying at a friend's house. She texted back and said okay. Once that was done, I put my phone on the nightstand and started taking my pants (tights) off.

"W-what are you doing?" I heard Martti ask. I turned towards her and saw that she had a tomato red face, "I'm getting ready for bed. I always sleep with no pants on. It's n-not a problem, is it?" I asked nervously. "N-nah, nah, it's cool. Just didn't think someone like you slept with no pants on." she stated as I finished taking my pants off, followed by my vest, then my beanie. But my beanie wasn't on my head, that is until I saw it on top of the big dresser. So now I was only in my shirt, panties, and my socks (oh glorious thigh high socks, and I've just realized that I forgot to put on a bra... shit). I looked back to see Martti staring at my butt. I blushed, feeling really flattered that my now new crush was staring at me, "like that". So, I decided to tease her a little. I wiggled my butt a little, "You like what you see?" I teased. I looked back again to see Martti still staring at me with an even bigger blush on her face. I giggled and laid down in the bed, "Well, goodnight, I guess." I stated softly, with a small hint of sadness. "Y-yeah, goodnight." Martti replied sadly as she started to leave the room.

"Wait!"

She looked back at me, "Umm, c-could you p-p-please sleep with... m-me?" I asked hesitantly. She stood there for a moment before finally walking over to the bed and laying down behind me.

"Goodnight." she said.

"Goodnight." I answered back and closed my eyes.

"Um... Ashley?" Martti asked, "C-can I... spoon you?" she asked shyly. I blushed, "S-sure..." I said as I felt her wrap her arms around my waist. I felt safe in her arms.

I loved this feeling.

I smiled and nuzzled into her before finally closing my eyes and going to sleep.