Disclaimer: I don't own SON.
A/N My first SON fic, be kind pretty please...
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The brunette smiled and stretched out before contemplating getting out of bed. A soft snore reached her ears and she glanced at the prone figure of the blonde lying next to her, "ugh! I'd forgotten I went home with that." She muttered under her breath before sliding out of bed, and after hastily dressing, she slipped out of the door and headed home. The eighteen year old Ashley Davies had once again spent the night in the arms of a random stranger she met in a bar.
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Sitting at the breakfast counter the blonde ate her breakfast and scanned the local paper. Finding nothing to draw her attention she put it to one side and resumed eating. A shout alerted her attention to the fact that it was time to go and after grabbing her cell phone and book bag, she headed out the door. Tossing the car keys to her companion, Spencer Carlin slid, laughing, into the passenger seat.
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Both girls arrived at seven am for their first day of 12th grade at Kings High school, but neither acknowledged the others presence. After their relationship collapsed so spectacularly at the end of 10th grade neither girl had spoken to the other. The only time the two were even in the same place at the same time was during French class, which just happened to be Monday, first period.
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When the bell rang the class filed in slowly, when Spencer saw the girl sitting cross-legged on the teacher's desk a ghost of a smile flitted across her face before she took a seat two rows from the front. Ashley seated herself at the very back of the room (where she usually sat with the purpose of watching Spencer without being noticed) and took in the girl in front of her.
Even curled up as she was, Ash could see she was tall, five-nine, five-ten maybe, with loosely curling honey blonde hair which, when sitting, reached below her waist. She wore denim jeans that rested on her hips and a pale blue blouse that didn't quite meet them. In the gap in between, the tip of a small butterfly wing could be seen on her left hip.
"Are you lost?" A voice suddenly cut across the room, aimed at the girl.
"Oh leave her alone Mark." Spencer responded quickly.
"Why? Is she another Sapphic love interest for you oh lesbian one?" Madison Duarte's comment was met with laughter and derision from several of the student body.
"Actually, that's a common misconception, Sappho - the Greek poet from which the word Sapphic is derived - wasn't gay. She was bisexual." The girl had said this, with a soft clear English accent that surprised all bar one of the students present.
Madison although slightly taken aback by the response, did not let it show that she'd been fazed by her. "I'd get off that desk if I were you, or the teacher will put you in detention when he comes in."
The girl just smiled in response to this and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her right ear. A few seconds later the last few stragglers came into the room and took up their seats, at which point the girl rose from the desk, crossed to the door and shut it firmly.
Ashley's curiosity about the girl was even more heightened by this point, and as Spencer's small smile had grown into a fully fledged grin, she suspected her ex knew more than she was letting on. Madison began to look uneasy.
"I imagine now would be a good time to introduce myself," The girl began, "My name is Kaitlyn Teague, and I am your new French teacher."
All jaws except Spencer's dropped open in blatant shock and disbelief.
"But you're so not old enough to be a teacher." The boy, Mark, sounded out what most were thinking.
"I'm 23, I qualified as a teacher in England a year ago and I'm currently studying for two PhD's - one of which is in modern languages. Will that do?" She delivered her small speech with a smile and before waiting for an answer, turned to the board and began her lesson.
'Well,' thought Ash, 'this is new.'
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For the first time since their break up, Ashley's attention wasn't solely on Spencer during French lessons, but when it was she could see that the blonde was concentrating all her attention on Miss Teague.
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It was four lessons into the term before Ashley noticed something that confused and somewhat disturbed her.
Halfway through the lesson there was a knock on the door and the principle's aid, Miss Phillips, walked in.
"Kate, the principle has told me to let you know the date for the audit has been brought forward, the faculty need to stay tonight."
"Ok," Teague flicked her eyes across to her class, Spencer coughed quietly, "What time will we be finished?"
"Around ten."
Another quick glance, another small cough.
"That'll be fine; I'll come to the staff room after last period."
Ashley's curiosity was once again piqued. The aid left and Teague sat down at her desk and removed something small from her desk drawer to put in her pocket. Though she looked, Ash couldn't quite see what the item was.
She would have ignored the whole thing had it not been for Spencer suddenly putting up her hand five minutes later.
"Miss Teague? Can you help me with this, I'm sure I've not got this sentence structure right."
Teague rose, and Ashley watched her every move. As she stood she slipped her hand into her right pocket and wrapped it around the object she had placed in there. She drew out her fist and walked to Spencer's desk, as she knelt down to talk to her she dropped the object into Spencer's jacket pocket as though nothing had happened. Teague spoke to Spencer for a minute or so explaining about verb use and sentence construction. As she stood to walk away she took the folded piece of paper she had been resting her hand on with her. Both exchanges took mere seconds and if you hadn't been watching, you never would've known they'd occurred.
'What is going on?' Ashley wondered, she was determined to find out.
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Ashley followed Spencer at a distance every chance she got, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. By the end of the school day she almost felt like giving up, Spencer hadn't spoken to Teague, or even seen her again after French. She continued though to follow her, out to the car park, where she watched her root through her pockets to find her car keys, before climbing into the silver truck and driving away.
"Nothing!" Ashley sighed, never once asking herself why she cared anyway, she was over her, right?
Suddenly her phone started ringing, it was Aiden asking her if she'd collect him after practice. After telling him she'd be in the car park just after ten, Ashley drove home determined to catch up on some of the sleep she had missed from the night before.
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The LCD clock in her car read 10.04 as the hooded figure ambled across the student car park toward her. She opened the door and got out smiling just as the figure reached her.
"Hey." She greeted her companion with a warm smile and open arms, "How'd it go?"
"Good." Her companion responded removing the hooded sweatshirt and allowing a moment to indulge in the loving embrace school never normally afforded them. After a chaste peck on the cheek they broke apart, "You want me to drive?"
"Nope, I got this stick shift thing down." Laughing, they got in the car and drove away.
Ten minutes later when Aiden came out to her, Ashley was still sitting looking shocked.
"Hey, what's up?" Aiden asked, "You look like your dog just died."
"Oh no I'm fine, just tired." Ashley lied, "Maybe I'm coming down with something."
They drove to Aiden's house in silence, and as soon as he'd closed the door Ash drove away. All the way home she was trying to figure out what she'd seen in the student car park.
When she arrived to pick Aiden up she'd seen the silver truck, but had assumed it was just another girl waiting for her boyfriend to finish basketball practice. And when then the tall figure in the hoody came out she was still convinced as such. Until Spencer got out the car and the hooded figure turned out to be Kaitlyn Teague.