So, this is my first SoN fanfiction. And I must say, I'm not sure how long I will be doing this, but we'll give it a try. This is on and off of events from my life, but in SPASHLEY form (: and then some, because my life couldn't make this perfect couple any more perfect. (so parts of these are not my life, obviously, most is…kind of).

Disclaimer: I own NONE of SoN characters/places/script that I use.

"No, Kyla. I'm not getting up!" I muffle through my pillow. The annoying little sister is now here trying to get me out of bed.

"Ashley Marie Davies, honestly." She starts, "Get your ass out of bed…now."

I hate it when she uses my full name. I groan some more before throwing my pillow at her. Oh, by the way, I'm Ashley Davies. I'm currently 17 years old and I'm going to be a senior at King High. Well on my way to be a musician, or a pathologist, which ever takes off first. I am hated by a ton of people at my school, as well. Odd how things play out. (A/N: yeah, I was hated so much in high school.)

Kyla fake gasps. "Ashley, that was rude. You come over here and apologize right now."

I'm not in the mood for this. I get up and walk towards her. "Oh okay. Kyla…I'm…SO SICK OF YOU! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I scream slamming my door in her face. Satisfied, I get ready for the last day of junior year.

I finally get ready for the day and head out of my bedroom to find Kyla. She was standing by my doorway, arms crossed, tapping her foot. "I think you owe me an apology, the right way."

"I'm sorry for pushing you out of my room, jeez." I say. I grab my keys from my pocket and head towards the door. I didn't hear Kyla following me. "Do you want a ride or not? I'm leaving…NOW." Kyla groans as she walks towards me and we head out the door.

I pull into the school's parking lot and quickly pull into a spot.

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" Kyla screams. "You almost hit that girl." I look up to see a blonde girl walking with two boys. One had dirty blonde hair and was wearing a King High jersey; the other was an African American. Probably her boyfriend or something. The girl herself, gorgeous.

The girl turns around and glares at me. "What were you thinking!" She screams towards me. I'm drawn aback and I look at her.

"Sorry," I apologize, "No one is usually walking in the middle of the parking lot." She just glares at me and walks away. "Who was that and what was her problem?" I ask Kyla.

"She seems to be new..." Kyla started. "And she's a cheerleader."

"Oh great. Another cheer-bitch that Madison can turn against me." I say sighing. She's only hostile because I allegedly stole two of her boyfriend's girlfriends. (A/N: I was accused of stealing some kid's girlfriends...so obviously; he started a thing against me.) "Fuck me." I exhale and get out of the car. This last day is going to be LONG.

The school day finishes up nicely. I didn't see that girl and the boys again which was weird. Why were they even here on the day school ends? I shake off the thought and head towards my car. I find Kyla talking to the blonde who I almost hit earlier. "Oh, and this is my asshole sister Ashley." She says sarcastically. I glare at Kyla for a second.

"Hey, I'm Spencer." She said holding out her hand. "Spencer Carlin."

"Davies." I reply. "You obviously know my first name." I said once against glaring at Kyla.

"Pleased to meet you, Ashley." Spencer said.

"You too." I say unenthusiastically. "You ready to go Kyla? I have band practice."

Kyla nods, "Yeah. I'll see you around Spencer, maybe we can hang out this summer!" Kyla said.

"That'd be nice." Spencer said shyly.

"Here's my number!" Kyla exclaims writing her number on Spencer's hand. I roll my eyes and hop in the car. "Bye!"

Band practice is normal like any other day. Chris and I are writing some new stuff.

"Okay, how about this." He says picking up the guitar, picking out a nice tune. "Girl, don't play nice; I know who you are. And girl, don't you dare think you've won this war. It's not over until I speak, I'm not as weak as you think." He sings nicely.

I grab the notepad and read my part and come in after about ten seconds. "No one seems to care about you and all of your lies; I can't seem to find existance in your eyes. Tell me again, darling, why are you doing this to me?" I sing and Chris joins in to end the chorus, "You've got my whole world crumbling at my feet."

That's what she did.

She made my whole world crumble.

She just didn't know it, yet, and neither did I.

This was just the beginning.

Sorry, it's short. but I kind of have to get going to do stuff. I promise the next few will be a bit longer.