High School Daze

By HSintheDH

Chapter Two:

A week had passed and, as far as Spencer was concerned, she was getting used to this school thing. She finally had her schedule memorized and thanks to her lovely tour guide, she was able to navigate herself through the halls of King High with the utmost certainty in her direction.

"I can't believe you're trying out to be a cheerbitch," Ashley said, peeking her head out from the partially closed door of her closet, "You definitely lose cool points."

"'Cool points'?" Spencer questioned with a smile, her eyebrows rising.

"What? Did you not have those in Ohio?" joked Ashley, walking out of her closet almost figuratively and turning her back to Spencer, "Zip me up," she said, referring to the zipper on the back of her dress.

"What do you have against cheerleaders, anyway?" Spencer asked, zipping up her friend's dress obediently.

"It's not me, it's totally them," Ashley said, turning to strike a pose in her dress. Spencer shook her head at the outfit, and immediately, Ashley undressed.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they don't exactly approve of my… 'lifestyle'," replied Ashley, her voice muffled by a shirt that seemed too impossibly small for her head to fit through.

"Lifestyle?" Spencer grinned, "Are you stuck there?"

She didn't wait for a reply to help her friend out of her shirt.

"Thanks, Spence," Ashley laughed, "What would I do without you?"

"You wouldn't be able to get dressed, that's for sure."

Spencer took a seat on the bed behind her, watching as Ashley put on another outfit. "You excited?"

Ashley halted and looked curiously over to Spencer, skirt half-way up her thighs, "Excited for what? School dances are lame."

"Then why is this the tenth outfit you've tried on?" Spencer asked pointedly.

Ashley looked down, finding her interest renewed in her skirt in an uncharacteristic moment of shyness, "I just want to look good…"

"Oh please!" Spencer scoffed, "You're not trying to attract some guy, right?"

Ashley's nose scrunched up instantaneously, "Ew. Boys are gross."

Spencer grinned at her friend's childishness, "If I didn't know that you dated Aiden, I'd totally think you're a lesbian."

Ashley didn't even try to hold back the laugh that rose in her throat.

"What?" Spencer asked, unaware of her own ignorance.

"Spence," Ashley said, holding back laughter for the moment, "you're so oblivious!"

And with that, Ashley skipped to the bathroom, leaving Spencer with nothing to do but scratch her head in confusion.

What was that about?

Lights cascaded over the teenagers, masking the basketball hoops and bleachers that made the gym familiar. Tonight it was not a gym; it was a club.

Music boomed through the space, reflecting off the high ceilings and sending waves of bass through the bodies of the students. But tonight they were not students; they were dancers.

Ashley and Spencer included.

The two found themselves lost somewhere in the middle of the crowd, bodies pushed up against each other, with no choice whether or not to grind. There was no room for any other sort of dancing.

But nobody minded.

Boys danced with boys and girls with girls, boys with girls, everyone with everyone else.

Homophobia, a common practice among the students, was absent tonight, but

Spencer had no doubt that it would return Monday. She wondered if Ashley was one of the homophobes, constantly watching over her shoulder as she changed in the locker room, eyes accusing, mouth poised to drop a bomb on anyone who glanced her way.

Spencer closed her eyes, letting her body move of its own accord as her thoughts played out. She couldn't help but imagine how the words would sound rolling off the brunettes tongue.

"You're a fag, Spencer--"

"Spencer! Spencer?"

She opened her eyes at the sound of her friend's voice; eyes focusing quickly on the brunettes smiling face.

"It's getting too hot! What do you say we get outta here?"

Spencer nodded, both shaking her thoughts from her head and giving her friend a soundless 'yes'.

Ashley took hold of her friend's hand as the two pushed their way to the exit, making sure not to lose her. She gave a content sigh as the cool night air hit her face, "Free at last."

Spencer smiled. "Yeah, that was a close call towards the end. I'm pretty sure we were humped enough times on the way to the exit to call it 'rape'."

Ashley wiped the smile from her face, a look of seriousness taking over, "I wouldn't be surprised if one of us ended up pregnant from that experience."

But the seriousness didn't last for long, and as a smile reappeared on Ashley's face, she asked, "What should we do now?"

Spencer shrugged, "I haven't got any ideas. You've lived here longer, what is there to do in L.A. at 10 at night?"

Ashley bit her lip thoughtfully, "Well, there's always the beach."

Spencer nodded in agreement, "Sounds good."

And without further adieu, the two made their way to Ashley's car, both completely unconscious of the fact that they were still linked at the hand.

End.

Author's Note: Dude, I'm so sorry for this taking so long. I got really sick towards the end of the week that I promised this chapter in, so I wasn't able to write. Plus I've been going through major drama with my girlfriend. I'm quite glad to say that drama is OVER! Reviews are happily welcomed :)