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This is an idea I've had for awhile. Ashley is wrapped in her self-destructive behavior and Spencer is the new girl. Can they meet half way and save each other?

Ashley's P.O.V

"Daddy stop, please don't go. Please" The world went dark as he left anyways. I was left on the pier scared as I realized I was all alone, again. So I ran. I ran down the pier but it never ended, it just endlessly led forward to where I thought he'd be waiting. He never came, and I started to fall. I was falling down a cliff into a sea of more darkness…

I stirred.

"Ashley, get your ass out of bed!" I heard an all to familiar voice yelling from outside of my bedroom door. I loved Kyla but her voice was way too happy for the morning. Ugh, did I ever have a headache. Remind me not to go drinking on school nights anymore. I lazily rolled out of bed and looked into the mirror at my reflection. Who are you Miss Ashley Davies, I still can't seem to figure it out. I think that might be one of my stangest habits; every morning I look into the mirror and try to see something. I still don't know what I'm looking for, but I always look for it; maybe some sort of happiness or clarity. Shuffling I slowly got dressed into a pair of low-rise jeans and a plain black tank top. Looking at my wrist I realized I should probably put a few bracelets on. I have a few awkward scars on my wrist that I don't ever feel like explaining to people, so they just get covered. I grabbed my keys and my purse then went to the bedroom next to mine to check on my half sister. Kyla is pretty much the only person in my life who I genuinely care for, no strings, no standards. She came into my life when I was about 7 because my father was never one to control his sperm. She's about 3 months younger than me, so that means Poppa sure knew how to wait it out. Her mother was sick and it turned out Raife Davies, the famous rock star, would have to finally man up and take care of his kid. But well, he never did much of that, leaving me and Kyla to fend for ourselves while he was out saving the world with his guitar. I hardly remember his touch or his smile. I see him about once a year, he comes over and brings Kyla and I a ton of gifts; must make him feel better. I guess he did something right though, seeing as I live in utter luxury now. And in case you were wondering, mommy dearest is pretty much never home. She wasn't caught out to be a mother to say the least. She comes over about once a week, gives us some money, and goes back out to her life. I guess I inherited that trait from her, the not caring thing. She can't care about anyone who isn't herself, and I must be the same way, or at least that's what they always told me. Who are they you ask? Those fantastic doctors who told me I was just depressed and then gave me pills. So Kyla and I weren't nurtured.. shoot us. I was raised by nannies and television.

Kyla and I walked outside of our unnecessarily huge home and walked to my Porsche S.U.V. I'm the driver because, well, Kyla's lazy. I opened my purse and pulled out my pack of Parliament Lights, I lit a cigarette and started driving to school. "Ash, you really should quit smoking you know?" Kyla looked worried, "You're only 17 and you really should kick that habit soon, you're gonna end up all cancery." Kyla always used the best words to describe everything, so talking to her never got boring.

I laughed, "Ky, you know I'm not gonna stop smoking, but thanks for not wanting me to be cancery. Its sweet." I giggled out as I said that last word, "Besides, what does it matter?" Kyla didn't bother answering that because I think deep down she knows it's pointless. By the time my cigarette was finished we were pulling into King High, the ugliest hellhole in Los Angeles, which I get to call my school.

As I'm walking towards my locker Kyla runs to greet her boyfriend Aiden, one of the only guys I can actually stand. He treats her well so what more can I ask for? I reach my locker and as soon as I'm punching in my combination two familiar hands cover my eyes. "Guess what I've got in my pocket jelly bean!?" I heard my friend Kelly's voice say. Well she isn't really my best friend, just the person who I seem to spend my time with lately, mostly because she gets my high. We use each other, so that's how we work out. She calls me jellybean because about a few months ago I had my wisdom teeth removed, and according to her, I looked like a big jellybean. Kelly and I had no true bonds. I didn't know her scars and she didn't know mine. I guess that made our friendship so good for both of us, no emotional baggage. I laugh in excitement, because that is just what I need right now. I had a rough night of dreaming and sometimes a girl just needs to forget. Reckless? Yeah, I am. Stupid? Incredibly, but the truth was I had no reason to stop being who I was. I wasn't happy, and I wasn't going to be happy, so what did it matter if I fucked my life up? Yeah, I'm negative. I just didn't like to feel. When I was high I was free from the pain I felt all day everyday.

Making sure nobody was watching she led me to the closest bathroom and we went into the large handicapped stall, so we could be together. She took three dubs out of her pocket and set up 4 long lines, 2 for each of us.

"So I talked to Scott last night and he is for sure throwing that party this weekend." She said right before I took my line in. Every once in awhile Kelly and me would get wired before school, it was our bonding time. We have a weird friendship. I think if we both straightened our lives out we could be even better friends, but we are both way too wrapped up in ourselves. But that what makes us so compatible I guess; we never have to give too much into the friendship.

"Ah that's going to be bomb!" I said as I finished my lines. I started laughing and so did she. "Saturday right?"

"Yeah, at his dad's beach house. I'm so excited because you and me gonna get crunk!" Her ghetto voice always made me laugh. She's like 5 feet yet she can put on the toughest ghetto girl act sometimes. Mad funny let me tell you. Scott came from a nice family. His dad was a lawyer and his mother was a successful businesswoman. They made good money, so Scott's parties were always off the hook. We were both done by this point, so we cleaned up and decided to leave the bathroom before anyone got suspicious. As we were about to walk out of the stall we realized there was somebody else in the restroom; we must not have heard the door open.

"Shhh, don't look suspicious" I whispered, but that was worthless as I looked in the mirror, our eyes were shot and I'm sure my heart racing could be heard across the country. I opened the stall slowly and there she was. I never thought somebody would take my breath away, and no, it's not the coke, it was definitely her. She turned around and pierced me with blue eyes. I saw something in those eyes but I couldn't read it. Not yet at least. I felt Kelly tugging at my arm "Lets go Ash" but she sounded miles away. I'd never seen such beautiful eyes. The rest of her was just as breathtaking as her eyes were though. She was taller than me, maybe around 5'6 with flowing blonde hair. Her skin was flawless and her tan was just right. I'd never seen her before and that was for sure.

"ASH!"

"Oh", I followed Kelly's arm as it pulled mine out of the bathroom, breaking my trance. Kelly started laughing, "What's so funny?"

"You man, you're funny. You might have drooled a bit too, wipe it up" I smiled as I thought of those blue eyes. Wow. All I could think was wow. She was beautiful, and I had to see her again.

Kelly walked me to my first period, chemistry, as we talked way too fast. Clearly, we were wired. I wonder if that girl knew though, I wonder what she must have thought. Kelly stuck the bag of white into my back pocket. I gave her $60 last night to pick the stuff up, so it was all mine now. I walked to my lab table and to no surprise; my lab partner was not here. I got stuck with this stupid jock Bobby, who pretty much skips first period every day, but his marks are of course very high. Hmm, does this have anything to do with my chemistry teacher being the assistant coach on the football team? I sat down and tapped my toes nervously looking around at everyone. I hated school. I was about to ask to use the restroom, maybe snort another line, when my heart dropped again. She walked in. Her, that girl with the eyes that melted my heart. She handed a yellow slip to the teacher and he cleared his throat like he always did before he spoke the class.

"Class, this is Spencer and she's new so be nice to her!" Short, simple and to the point the way he said everything.

Spencer.

Her name was Spencer and she was beautiful.

"Where do I sit?" OMG. She speaks. I think her voice was almost as sweet as her face. My teacher looked around and his eyes landed on me.

"Well, it looks like Miss Davies is all alone so I guess you can sit next to her while we start talking about Organic Chemistry!" He said, trying to sound funny.

She walked towards me slowly with the cutest most timid smile I had ever seen. I think my mind went blank right there.

Spencer's P.O.V

Oh god. I've only been in L.A for like a week and already I have to start school. At least it's a Monday and still mid October, so I didn't have to start the year off that late. I'm sitting in the backseat of my mom's VW Passat with my brother Clay. My older brother Glen was in the passenger's seat next to my mom.

"So Spencer, I want you to try and make friends today okay? Glen already made a ton of friends yesterday so try and reach out. I know its hard, but try for me." My mom worries a lot about me making friends here in L.A, something about not wanting me to be all traumatized because I had to leave my old life behind. I'm 16 and I'm a junior. I guess you can say I wasn't one to reach out and make a ton of friends back in Ohio. I had my group of friends and I always kept it that way so I just shake off her comment because she's a bitch anyways. Here we are!

I got out after Clay and grabbed his hand right away. I loved Clay more than I could explain. He had the best heart I had ever seen. We adopted him when I was about 10 and he was my brother since the day I laid eyes on him. Glen on the other hand, was a big, basketball obsessed jerk. I mean I love him, but he's definitely an ass. Clay and I walked to the main office and got our class lists.

"Aw Clay we have no classes together this stinks!"

"What you were surprised? I'm smarter than you, duh!" He jokes, but everyone knows its true. Clay is pretty much a genius and I idolize that. He knows anything about everything.

"No I guess not but that would be so much easier if we did don't you think?" We kept walking, "Wow, this school looks so different from the one back home, everyone is so intimidating." I'm pretty shy I guess you could say. I can make friends just find but I chose not to.

"Look Spence you have chemistry first period, that blows". We laughed and eventually we split off towards our own directions. We wished each other luck and shared a hug. The first ladies room I saw I entered. I wasn't ready to face this yet. Right away I heard to voices coming from the big stall in the corner talking about a party.

I was looking into the mirror fixing my hair and what not when they came out. Within a second of the door opening my eyes were met by the brightest brown eyes I had ever seen. Another girl walked out from behind her but I wasn't looking. I felt awkward just staring at her, but she started it, and for some weird reason I liked looking at her eyes. They don't make girls like that in Ohio, that's for sure. She must have been mad at me or something because her eyes never left mine, at least until I looked away. I blushed but I didn't know why. Eventually she was pulled away and I stood there a bit dumbstruck. So I like girls. Big deal.

I walked into my chemistry and guess who I got seated next to? Her.

"Hey bathroom girl, I'm Spencer; Spencer Carlin." When did I start making jokes?

She sat there kind of retarded for a few seconds, but it was kind of cute. Her lips curled into a smile and I think her trance ended, because she held out her hand and introduced herself. Ashley Davies.

"So I should probably let you know right away Spencer, I'm a horrible lab partner. I don't do much of anything." We ended up talking and she didn't seem so bad. She had a weird look about her though, like her mind just wasn't there. She looked lost in her head, in her thoughts. She caught my interest though, in the I have a weird feeling I'm going to be spending a lot of time with this girl kind of way. I didn't mind though, because that seemed like a good thing to me.

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