This is my first South of Nowhere story. I hope you like this first chapter and leave some feedback because it is always appreciated.

I do not own the characters of SON, but I do own the original characters.

Summary: Ashley Davies is the star soccer player at King High, in Ohio; she and her teammates know how to hit the back of the net. Spencer Carlin is an elite volleyabll player and she can hit a killer spik; she's new, just out of Minnesota. But, can these two hit if off? Without trouble and complications? Sparks will fly and ignite, hearts will be broken, and feuds will be born.

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"Set it up!" Ashley Davies yelled to the defense. 'You'd think they could set up a wall by now.' She thought as the biggest game of her life was down to the wire. Unfortunately, the players in the wall were blocking her sight of the ball just outside the goal box. The striker drilled it directly at her. 'Thank god.' she thought, rolling the ball to her defense.

"End of regulation!" the referee yelled after blowing his whistle.

"Bring it in ladies." the sweaty, but attractive brunette said jogging lightly to the eighteen. She'd been captain for two years, but a leader for the last three, and she was respected by her team. "Okay we have two rounds of OT then we have PK's. We can win this game. No one thought we would make it this far, hell, no one thought we would get to dtricts but, we did. Then we were at states and now nationals, last year we got bumped out by them in the semis, lost by one. We can do this. It's nil- nil let's keep it that way and I'll take care of the PK's, okay?" she paused looking around all she got was nods. "I said OKAY?!"

"OKAY!" the team yelled.

"Fine, let's go out there and win this for King." she paused and smirked, then continued. "And so we can rub it in the football players' faces right?"

"Definitely. Got to brag to my brother about something." Amanda said.

"Oh yeah, Aiden will be so jealous!." Ashley laughed, everyone laughing with her.

The ref blew the whistle indicating that both teams should take their positions.

"Alright, let's do this." Ashley said. "Put your hands in."

"Ashley, has anyone told you that your gloves really reek." Michelle said.

"Fuck you, Michelle."

"Haven't tried that yet." she answered and everyone laughed.

"Alright smartass, let's go out there and win this. Team on three. One, two, three!"

"TEAM!" the team jogged back into position and waited to kick off.

After two overtimes it was time for sudden death. Five against five. Striker on keeper. Amanda, Sheryl, Michelle, Marissa and Waylon were taking the PK's for King. Amanda stepped up to the line and drilled a hard ball that knuckled into the top left corner the keeper didn't even move. The other team sent their top goal scorer next. She stepped to the spot and placed a nice hard shot toward the top right corner but Ashley got a hand on it.

Sheryl went next sending her shot easily by the keeper.

2-0 King was up.

The next opponent was up and she shot it and it slid just under the crossbar.

2-1, King.

Michelle was up next for King. She sent a low shot, stopped by the keeper.

2-1 still King.

The next shot by the Greenfield player was sent wide.

Marissa stepped up and fired a low shot the keeper didn't even move.

"Come on, Ash, you gotta stop this to secure this win." Michelle said under her breath.

"No pressure here." the girl said to herself, as she adjusted her gloves, walking into the goal; it was all on her now.

As Ashley Davies walked to the goal she could hear everyone cheering, she turned and faced the penalty spot and watched as Anderson, the most notorious PK converter in high school soccer, stepped to the line and smirked. The referee blew his whistle to say go ahead, when Ashley signaled she was ready. Everyone got quiet. Anderson took a stutter step and then fired a shot to the left, Ashley had already started to move to the right and managed to get the closest hand on the ball and caught the ball on the line.

She stood up with the ball in her hand and smirked at Anderson before being tackled by her entire team. King High had secured a Championship.

"Can you believe that was just last year?" Michelle asked as she finished her chin ups. "Hold on." she said as her cell phone rang. "Hello? Yeah, okay, we'll be there soon. Bye. We got to head to the school." she said grabbing her gym bag.

"Are you serious? Why? We don't have to be there for another hour." Ashley said finishing her reps and grabbing her gym bag and the keys to the weight room.

"I don't know, all Madison said was that we needed to get to the school." she said turning the lights off.

"Well, you know, your girlfriend can be crazy sometimes." Ashley commented.

"Thanks, Ash. I'll make sure to tell her that." Michelle smirked.

"Oh, is that little volleyball player going to kick my ass?" Ashley laughed.

"Hey, she's pretty damn strong." Michelle chuckled as Ashley locked the weight room.

They were in the school's weight room so they walked to the building. When they arrived, they were greeted with the sounds of a crowd. They pushed their way through and found Madison. Michelle went to talk to her girlfriend but, was immediately grabbed by her teammate. The other girl just pointed towards the middle of the circle. A short, brown haired girl was arguing with a tall blonde wearing a letterman jacket, another blonde was standing next to her.

"This is not good. We have to get Amanda out of there before she does something stupid." Michelle just nodded and started towards the trio.

"What the fuck is your problem, Kate? She's my best friend! And you, I should kill you Parker! How could you do this?" The brown haired girl stepped towards the shorter blonde, but was stopped by two different hands restraining her by the waist. She knew who it was, the only two people who wouldn't get hurt if they touched her while she was angry.

"Calm down, Amanda. Don't do this. This could ruin your year." Ashley said struggling to keep her teammate back.

"Let go of me, Ash! Now!" she growled. After struggling for a few more seconds she gave up and turned, crying as Michelle pulled her into her arms.

"Get out of here now, Kate! Don't come near her again." the goalie growled at the blonde.

"Oh, look, it's the soccer star. What are you going to do Davies, kick a ball at me?" the blonde smirked.

"Oh, good one, Kener. Actually, I think it would hurt more if I placed a roundhouse kick against your jaw." Ashley smirked. "I swear it would only hurt for that short second before you hit the ground unconscious."

"You-" The volleyball player was cut off.

"Hey! Get out of here now!" Michelle ordered stepping towards Kate. The blonde just laughed at her.

"Michelle, you don't have the guts. She doesn't matter anyway, I can get plenty more girls like her that will want to be with me. Plus, I don't want to ruin these talented hands on your face." Kate grinned holding up her hands.

"Bouncing a ball does not make you a basketball player, Kener. You actually have to get it in the basket. Oh, wait, I forgot, you have trouble getting things in and on the target, don't you? I doubt, Parker would take you over my prowess." Ashley drawled.

"Fuck you, Davies."

"Nope, sorry, wouldn't want to be left unsatisfied."

She turned to walk away but faced Michelle. "Hey, Ramsey, ask your girlfriend, she knows all about my hands. She couldn't get enough of them last year and just a few months ago." Her smirk returned as Michelle's anger increased.

Michelle lunged at her but a body stepped in front of her, blocking the way. She looked up at whoever was in front of her, ready to push them out of the way to get to the volleyball player, but saw familiar blue eyes. The voice that followed calmed her.

"She's not worth it, Michelle." The tall woman said to the brunette. "As for you Ms. Kener, leave now or your season will suffer." The basketball player immediately took off down the hallway. "Everyone else get out of here. Classes start in fifteen minutes."

"Thank you, Ms. Duarte."

"It's not a problem, Amanda. Why don't you go home, hmm?" The girl just nodded.

"Hey, feel better. We're just lifting today so nothing big, go get some rest. Okay?" Ashley hugged her crying friend. She and Michelle watched as their friend picked up her bag and keys and walked to the door.

"Michelle!" someone called from behind them, a brunette ran up to them.

"Madi." Michelle sighed as they hugged. As they embraced, the teacher walked up to Ashley.

"You going to be okay, Ash?" she said putting a hand on the brunette's back.

"Yeah, I'm good Ms. D. Thank you for stepping in." the student smiled at the older woman.

"No problem, see you later." She said as she walked down the hallway towards the office.

"Aren't you two cute." the soccer captain smiled at the hugging couple who were now leaning their foreheads together.

"What Kener said… is it true?" Michelle choked out. Madison just sighed.

"Yes, it is. But, that doesn't matter, I swear it hasn't happened since we've been together. It's always been you Michelle, I've always liked you, no one else. I swear." Madison promised looking into brown eyes, she leaned in and kissed the soccer player softly.

Ashley just smiled at her friends. No matter what anyone said about Madison's past, she knew the Latina only cared about her friend. It had been only about four months and the two were inseparable, apparently they'd loved each other for the last two years. The brunette didn't think it was possible to be able to love someone for being so young, but Michelle and Madison were proof. A look appeared on Ashley's face and her thoughts were interrupted when Madison spoke.

"Ash, what's wrong?"

"Look at you guys, all happy and in love. You have families. My mom won't even speak to me and my dad is gone, the only people I have are you guys and your families. I don't know, sometimes I just feel like there's something missing." Ashley sighed.

"Ashley, you're seventeen you have all the time in the world to find someone. I don't think that this, Madi and I, happens often so young. And you do have family, you have us. Don't worry so much you big goof." Michelle chuckled, punching her friend in the arm softly. Her arms immediately wrapped back around her girlfriend. They looked at each other and smiled, they started to kiss again. This made Ashley laugh.

"Oh, uh, sorry I didn't realize… I was just looking for… um, Ashley Davies." a blonde asked as she stepped closer to the trio.

"Yeah that's me." Ashley said looking at the girl. Wow. Where'd she come from? Great, someone new, Danielle is getting a little clingy. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm new and I was told you were the person that would help me. Sorry, if you're busy I guess I could go back to…" she trailed off trying to look everywhere but at the brunette in front of her. Already better than Minnesota, she's hot. Okay Spencer stop it!

"I'm not busy. They always are though…" Ashley chuckled. She soon lost her train of thought as she looked at the blue eyes looking back at her.

"Uh, no she's absolutely free." Michelle spoke from behind the stunned soccer star, snapping her back to reality.

"Oh, uh, yeah definitely. No problem, I can show you around. I am the expert on getting around this big school. But, then again I have a pull with the teachers so it's not a problem if I'm late or anything, you know?" she rambled on and Madison jumped into to save her.

"Ash, have you even asked her, her name? Sorry about her, she gets nervous and starts rambling sometimes. You'd never know though since she's a big bad jock and everything. And she is never a wreck around the ladies, so something is wrong with her today. Hi, I'm Madison and this is my girlfriend Michelle. And you are?" she asked putting her hand out in greeting.

"Hi, I'm Spencer Carlin. I, uh, just moved from Minnesota. It's nice meeting you, and your rambling is kinda cute." she stopped and blushed. "I'm sorry, that didn't quite come out how I wanted it to."

"Oh n-n-no that's f-f-fine." Ashley stuttered out. 'What is wrong with me?', she thought.

"Hey babe, will you take Spencer and show her the gym while I talk to Ashley?" Michelle asked.

"Of course. Come on Spencer, so like Ohio?" the volleyball player asked as they walked across the cafeteria to the gym door.

"For being here a week, it's not too bad. I'm sure the winter will be better than back home though." she commented.

"I'm sure she melts all the snow." Ashley mumbled. She looked back at Michelle and saw her friend smirking. "Oh my god, I did not just say that." she groaned.

"My friend, yes you did. You totally like her. And you've known her maybe five minutes. Do you still feel all empty? With a girl like that you shouldn't." Michelle grinned.

"Michelle, like you said, I've known her five minutes I'm sure as hell not ready to jump into a relationship with her…" she trailed off.

"Sure as hell looked like it. She left you speechless. You are never speechless with girls. You always smooth talk them and leave them speechless." sher emphasized. "Are you forgetting last year with Anderson after the finals? She went from being totally pissed at you, to the happiest person on Greenfield's team that night." Michelle grinned, remembering the championship last year, as they walked toward the gym. She threw her arm over her friend's shoulder. "Maybe she's just what you need. Huh?" As they meet Madison and Spencer in the gym

"So how do you like our gym?" Ashley asked, walking over to where the two girls were standing around the storage room used by the volleyball players.

"Oh, Ash, guess what?" Callie said turning around leaving Spencer to stare at the volleyball equipment in awe.

"What Mad?" Ashley asked.

"She plays volleyball. She was All-State last year, just like me!" Madison grinned.

"Well, that's great you will be a great asset to our volleyball team then, huh?" Ashley smiled.

"I don't really know. You guys have a championship and everything. At my old school… we were never that good." she responded as she turned around.

"I bet you're very good." the brunette chuckled. "Um, at volleyball I mean." she silently cursed herself. What's wrong with me! Chill out, Davies.

"Right, shall we continue?" the Latina said. She turned around to look at Ashley and mouthed, What the hell is wrong with you?!

The flustered girl mouthed back, I don't know!

"So, this is the hallway where you'll find all the math classrooms. What period do you have math?" Michelle asked.

"Um, first, with Mr. Hurth."

"Your in AP Calc? How'd you manage that?" the brunette asked.

"I kind of excel in math. And, I love math as well, so I wanted to take the advanced class…" Spencer trailed off, blushing.

"That's cool. Let's turn down this hallway and-" her comment was cut off when someone shouted her name. She cringed when she realized who it was.

"Ashley. You are looking sexy today. And, hell to you too, Ramsey." Danielle Smith, the head cheerleader, drawled as she walked toward the soccer stars, completely ignoring the volleyball players.

"Danielle, I'm wearing a muscle shirt and I'm dripping with sweat." Ashley sighed.

"Just how I like my jocks, sweaty and muscular. Plus, if you're wet that means I'll get wet too." she grinned seductively at the soccer players.

Ashley rolled her eyes and Michelle's eyes got wide, waiting for her girlfriend to have an outburst at the cheerleader. Madison immediately stepped closer to Michelle and laced her fingers with the soccer player's, she put her free hand around a well defined bicep.

"Danielle, how is the slut squad?" Madison addressed the cheerleader.

"Very good, since you left." the girl smirked. "How's V-Ball?" the cheerleader asked knowing the volleyball players hated calling it V-Ball, apparently someone thought it was an amusing reference.

Very long rivalry short, the Volleyball team and the Cheerleaders hate each other, with a unique but, amusing passion.

Volleyball Team v. King High Cheerleaders.

The feud led the Cheerleaders to come up with a horrible attempt at insulting the Volleyball Team, without having to, supposedly, "directly" insult them.

The Cheerleaders considered that a proper way of attacking their opponent without losing their, so called 'nobility' or what was left of it. Only problem was, it turned out to be a really horrible attempt.

No point for the King High Cheerleaders.

So horrible, that it needed to be explained to most people. To the cheerleaders, the volleyball team was known as V-Ball or Venereal Ball.

However, the Volleyball had solid proof of calling the Cheerleader by a certain name.

"Volleyball," Madison emphasized the correction, "is much better than being on the STD Squad."

Nail.

The Latina continued, "I hear that the infection is clearing up nicely for Sherry."

Nice Hands.

"Watch what you say, chica." she sneered back.

"I'm just glad, that Ashley hasn't slept with you in awhile. I mean, you had that horrible infection too. Just think Ash, you could have caught something from her." Ashley visible cringe at her friend's comment.

Thunder.

"Madison," her girlfriend warned.

"How's little Tuck doing? Ashie, you could be a step father soon."

Facial!

The head cheerleader was fuming at this point.

"Danielle, I'm good and you?" Ashley asked trying to draw Danielle's attention to her. She took a slight step back when the brunette stepped into her personal space.

"Oh, the usual. But, I do miss you. Where have you been? I've been calling and you don't answer."

Wonder why?

"I've just been really busy with school, training, and weightlifting. I haven't got your calls. They must not be going through, that's been happening lately." the keeper lied, trying to get on with showing Spencer around and not being seduced by the cheerleader.

"Oh, well, you need to get your phone fixed then, so we can meet up sometime soon. Who is this?" Danielle quirked an eyebrow.

"Hi, I'm Spencer." she held out her hand, but pulled it back when the girl just smirked at her.

"Yes, well. Behave Ash, and I'll see you later." she continued on walking down the hall.

"Ash, really, when are you going to tell her to back off?" Michelle asked.

"Really, you don't know what she is infested with!" Madison shouted down the hall after the cheerleader.

"Babe, it's okay, calm down."

"I did. She doesn't listen and then… bad things happen." Ashley whispered to her friends. "I even changed my number so she couldn't call me. That girl will stop at nothing." she sighed and continued down the hallway.

"Wait, when did you change your cell number, I called you the other night to see where you were?" Michelle whispered.

"I entered it into your phone, for you. Does it matter? I live with you," she asked, then continued. "Anyway, this is mostly the science wing, except for Duarte and Stacy they teach AP Government & Politics, they're really great teachers. Michelle and I have them eighth period." Ashley said.

"Me too. I guess I'll be seeing more of you guys, then huh?" Spencer said smiling at the two, soon it faded.

"Davies! Please tell me what you and Ramsey are doing wondering the halls. Getting into another fight? Wasn't the one this morning good enough for you two? And you, young lady what are you doing with them?" A tall, dark-haired woman asked Madison, as she stepped out of the room they had just mentioned, her expression was hard to read.

Spencer watched as the woman and the two jocks stared down each other. She became anxious and started shifting on her feet, looking very uncomfortable. Madison stepped up next to her, the girl looked really calm.

"Don't be so nervous, just watch." she whispered to the blonde.

"Well, I asked you a question." she said raising an eyebrow.

"You know the usual Ms. D, skipping class to escort beautiful young women to their classes." Ashley laughed finally, no longer able to hold the charade.

"Ah, well I wouldn't expect anything less from you Ash. I didn't really get to talk to you this morning so how's training going?" the woman asked smiling.

"Great! We got a friendly coming up soon, so we have to leave this weekend. That means we don't have to turn in that homework on Tuesday, right?"

"For you two, I just might make an exception. Hey Michelle, how you doing?"

"Great, thanks for asking Sarah! And thanks for this morning." Michelle said excitedly.

Now Spencer was really confused. Not only had they been joking with their teacher, they called her by her first name. Wow this is totally different from back home.

Ashley looked at Spencer and saw the confusing on her face.

"Sarah, this is Spencer Carlin. She just moved here from Minnesota." Ashley introduced.

"Hi." the blonde said shyly.

"Ah, yes, the new student. You're in Ashley and Michelle's class." she continued when Spencer nodded her head. "Well, you will be in great company."

"Hey sis. How's your day going?" Madison asked stepping over and hugging the teacher.

"Just great little sis, since it's only one period into the school day. So what are you guys doing later?" she asked the Trio.

It all made sense to Spencer now, why they used first names and the reason they talked so casually to each other.

"Spence…" someone calling her name brought her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah. Sorry, I kind of spaced there." she smiled shyly looking at Ashley.

"Do you want to hang out tonight since it's Friday? Michelle and I have to leave tomorrow for France but we could hang tonight…" Ashley explained.

"Um, I don't know, I don't really want to impose on anything-" she was cut off by Michelle.

"Trust me, we would love to have you hang out with us tonight, especially Ashley." she chuckled when her friend blushed at the comment she made.

"Uh, okay that sounds great. What time do you go until?" Spencer asked unsure of the time.

"We actually have an early release today, which is at eleven, so about four hours." Ashley said looking at her watch, the bell rang and kids poured out of classrooms.

"Off to third period for us," Michelle said. "Oh, fun Advanced Chem." she grinned. She looked up and her eyes widened and her smile left her face and the last person she or Ashley ever wanted to see was walking down the hall towards them.

"We need to go, right now. Liz is coming down the hallway." Michelle said nudging Ashley.

Sorry for the sports lingo...

In volleyball...

Nail - Perfect pass in volleyball

Nice Hands - Perfect set

Thunder - a very hard kill (spike)

Facial - when a blocker or player gets hit in the face with a hard kill

Note: Occasionally, I may use "football" refering to soccer, because that's what I am used to calling it. But, I will try to keep it to soccer, to avoid confusion with that other sport :).

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