A/N: First time with FF…hope you guys like it.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! Just the idea for the story…
She knew the answer before the complete question left her lips. "For the rest of your adolescent existence young lady." Her mother had never been one to mince words, but Spencer was hoping that just this once her mother would take pity on her; giving her a softer response such as "just until we can find an alternative." Or perhaps "only as long as necessary dear." Wishful thinking at best Spencer thought as she grabbed her final suitcase; rushing to escape the car and the cold glance of her disapproving mother. "Now Sister Mary Bernard is expecting you in her office. Be prompt. You know the strings I had to pull to get you in here without an entrance interview." A weak "Yes mother." was all she could manage as she closed the door. As her mother pulled away, Spencer drew in a deep breath and began to head towards the steps of the ancient main building and towards the office of said "Sister Mary Bernard".
The campus was beautiful enough. Towering trees and lush grass covered much of the area and the air seemed surprisingly fresh - much better than the smog she was used to inhaling during her many commutes through Los Angeles. She paused for a moment taking in everything around her. As she turned back to face the building, a group of short skirted girls heading towards the dorms caught her eye. "Do my parents seriously think that sending me away to an all-girls Catholic school is going to make the situation any better?" She sighed as she thought back to that fateful night when her world was turned upside down.
*FLASHBACK*
"Are you sure Claire?" "Yes Spence…now boost me over the fence!" Spencer reached up and pushed her childhood best friend over the top with all the strength she could muster. "Pull me up bitch!" Spencer chuckled as Claire reached down to tug her back up.
When the two of them were a safe distance from the fence they began to run towards the backyard. "You're positive they're out of town?" "Jesus Spencer I told you a hundred times, they go up to the lake every August! No one's ever gonna find out we were here!" "OK! I believe you! Sheesh! So sue me for being scared of trespassing arrests!" Spencer laughed. However, as soon as she saw what came next, her laughter quickly turned into a strange new excitement. Claire was stripping down to her underwear and jumping into the pool. Spencer wasn't sure where that 'strange new excitement' came from, but it certainly caught her attention. She had always felt a special draw towards Claire, but lately that special draw felt a little more like fate-filled yank. It was the first summer they had been together since the 6th grade and as it progressed, she felt herself thinking about Claire in a different way. It was almost as if she was falling for her. "Falling for her?" Spencer thought. "Get a grip Carlin…always a flair for the dramatic." She muttered under her breath.
"Well loser are you getting in or what?" Claire called out, snapping Spencer out of her haze. "Sure hooker, let me just drop trou and I'm in." she said as she carefully removed her clothing, folded it into a nice neat little pile, and walked towards the steps.
The pool was so inviting with sparkling blue water glistening in the moonlight and a gorgeous brunette waiting in the deep end. Spencer slowly stepped in and gasped slightly at the feel of the cold water on her warm stomach. Once she got used to the feel of the water, she immersed herself, swimming down to the other end. "I thought you were gonna chicken out Spence…" "Me? Chicken out? Never! I'm balls to the wall! Ok, not quite…but I'm trying." Spencer pleaded before she was dunked under by Claire.
When she re-emerged Spencer was met directly with Claire's green eyed gaze and felt the new 'fate-filled yank' take hold of her again. "Spence what is this?" Claire barely breathed out, looking directly into Spencer's eyes. "What are you talking about Claire?" Spencer replied just as softly. "I'm talking about this…all summer…you and me…treading water." Spencer wasn't quite sure what Claire meant by the question…sure she always felt that there was some unspoken tension between them, but she didn't know what to make of it. She always just kind of thought of it as harmless flirting of sorts – maybe just joking between friends. "It was your idea to go swimming silly…" Spencer barely got out before she felt a smooth pair of lips caress her own. She was so shocked and excited that she was hardly able to respond before Claire pulled away. "Wha…hmmm…Claire?" Spencer fumbled out nervously. "I'm tired of treading water Spencer…I'm ready to swim." At that moment, Spencer finally realized why Claire had brought her here. It was a metaphor for where their relationship was at this moment: crossing the line, sneaking into a forbidden place, barely treading water when what they really wanted to do was swim. Claire wanted this, and as it turns out, so did Spencer. At this realization Spencer's primitive brain took hold and thrust her in Claire's direction. Pressing her beautiful friend up against the pool wall, she kissed her with such need and ferocity that it shocked both of them. As the kisses became even more heated, Claire reached behind Spencer's back to unclasp her bra, removing it and throwing it to the side of the patio. Spencer threw caution to the wind and repeated the action on Claire, reveling in the feel of her breasts bobbing lightly against Claire's in the crisp water.
Just as Spencer was about to grow a mountainous amount of courage and slip her fingers under the waist band of Claire's panties, she heard a loud voice coming from the dark balcony overlooking the pool. "Oh yeah, give it to her blondie – she looks like she's beggin' for it." The girls stopped immediately, moved away from each other and Spencer crossed her arms over her exposed breasts. "Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry! I thought this house was vacant! C'mon Claire let's get out of here…" Spencer exclaimed. "Wait. Claire? Claire Hartwell? Didn't I tell you to keep your cheating ass out of my pool last summer?" the disembodied balcony voice called out once again. "Fuck off Ashley. You were supposed to be gone." "Well I'm not whore…I'm home and once again you're screwing some random bitch in MY pool. DejafuckingVu." "What the hell is she talking about Claire?" Spencer asked. "Um…remember last summer when I told you I was having that intense relationship with that hot guy named Ashley? Yeah well, this is Ashley's house." "But that is a chick up there Claire…" "Ding ding ding…and the blonde girl wins the prize. Good job captain obvious." Ashley retorted as she emerged from the back door. She almost felt guilty as she finally saw the mesmerizing cobalt blue eyes of the 'random bitch' she had been berating. "Seems Claire here has developed an affinity for bringing innocent little girls to my house and seducing them in my pool. That's my job Claire. You should know that better than anyone…" Ashley says as she steps into the light. "Ashley listen, that isn't what this is about…this is Spencer." Claire pleaded. "Spencer? Best friend Spencer you said you would never dare to corrupt? Oh Claire, the boundaries we cross when lust is involved. Tsk tsk." Ashley chided. "Can we just get outta here already Claire." Spencer begs. "Sorry girls, I can't be worried about things like this happening while I'm gone. Tell your story to the cops." Ashley spit as she retreated to the house leaving Spencer and Claire left on the patio with two men in blue walking towards the gate.