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Math really wasn't her subject. Either it was the numbers or the boredom that got to her but Spencer really just couldn't keep track of all the formulas and everything. Sometime she really tried to pay attention to the balding, sweaty teacher going on in front of the class. He would never move past his desk and hardly ever took a break from giving notes and lecturing, unless you had a question and even those were rare.

Sometimes she would write notes, which most of the time came out to become doodles in the margins and binders of her notebooks. Doodles of little Smurf looking characters or funny faces with little hearts all around. One of her favorites was Smurfette. For some reason she would always draw Smurfette and Pebbles. She didn't know why really but out of all the characters, those were the most prominent and they would always be together.

Today, she wasn't doodling, writing notes, or even really paying attention. Her eyes were spaced out, staring out of the rain stained classroom window thinking about how her life had changed in just a few years. After moving to LA and finding a friend, and more, in Ashley, life got a little more than complicated. They had had their flirtatious air between them and it was clear to anyone that could visibly see them that they wanted each other. But after that first kiss and the aftermath of it all, Spencer thought it was better just to be friends. She couldn't deny that she was falling for Ashley, hard, but there was something that was stopping her from going all the way to taking their friendship to the next level.

Ashley was definitely upset after that. She didn't speak to Spencer for about two weeks, saying that if she wasn't ready to ride, she should've never got on in the first place. That was just one of the many cute, little phrases she came up with to tell Spencer every time she saw her but as always, she couldn't stay mad at the blonde for too long. She came up to her one day, after sixth period, just sat down and started talking about her mom (along with her newer, younger boyfriend) were discussing what could be done to Ashley's room after she graduates. Her response was to paint crude, sexual obscenities on hoods of their cars. Let's just say the one she used on her mother's car was…not very nice.

After that, they never really spoke about it again. She guessed it was just too much to talk about, for the both of them. Of course they still were flirty and poked fun at each other but it never moved past that.

How much she regretted making that choice. There were times where it would get to be too hard not to just lean over and kiss her again, but Spencer knew that was a can of worms that didn't need to be opened right now. She didn't want to sacrifice what they had right now, which took a while to get. Those two weeks were harder on Spencer than Ashley would ever know. Now, though, they were better than ever which made it harder not to fall for the snarky brunette. Every time they were alone together, the conversation would somehow chime onto the flirty end and the temptation for Spencer not to reach over and just kiss her was…

Well, it had become the hardest thing for her not to do as of late. The chest heaving pang of jealousy that hit her when Aiden first told her that he'd been falling for her all over again didn't help. That little declaration almost had her smack him involuntarily, but she remembered that there was nothing essentially wrong in him liking her. Essentially….even if it did make her want to stab him in the chest for a second.

"Ms. Carlin, is there something you'd like to inform the class of?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Spencer shook her head and turned back to the teacher in front of the blackboard. His fingers were painted white with chalk dust as small smudges of white covered the sides of his corduroy slacks. "Excuse me?"

"Your attention, Ms. Carlin. It is a requirement in my class. Do keep up."

Looking around, she could see a few people watching her expectantly, and others rolling their eyes. Of course there were the couple who were laughing at her expense. Every school had assholes. King wasn't an exception. She did see, however, the pair of chocolate eyes gazing into hers, smiling at her from across the room. The faint creeping blush on her cheeks flushed through her skin as she tried her best to avert her eyes towards the sweating teacher boring into her.

"S-sorry Mr. Hogan."

She didn't look around the room again but instead focused on her notebook and making sure to calm down after getting called out in front of the entire class. Making sure not to peek over at the smirking brunette rows away from her, she began taking notes. There was no need to actually look up not to know those chestnut eyes were staring right at her, waiting for her to look up.

And it took everything in her not to.

Before she could even realize it, the bell rang and she was already walking out of class when a familiar hand wrapped around her elbow, linking their arms together. "Daydreaming, huh?"

Ashley was all smirk and sass. She always had a reply for anything and everything and right now, poking fun at Spencer for her little stint was on the list.

"Wha- No!" That didn't mean to come out as harshly as it did. Recovering quickly, "I was just…thinking."

That ever present smirk that seemed to be painted on her face caught Spencer's crystal blue eyes. "Oh, right. Thinking… Not thinking about me, were ya?"

She was doing that thing. That thing that the blonde hated because she loved it so much. She would say something and delicately place her smooth tongue against her teeth. It was so simple but it always made her eyes immediately zone in on the brunette's perfect mouth. Sometimes she was sure that Ashley knew exactly what kind of effect it had on Spencer because she would do it more than once and always drop her voice a bit to just above a whisper. Shivers wouldn't even begin to explain what she was feeling whenever that happened.

"Now why would I do that?" Answering questions with questions were always the best way to avoid telling the truth.

Ashley ducked her head, her smirk very much intact, "Because you secretly wanna jump me when no one's looking."

Spencer's eyes widened in that quick second before she composed herself and just laughed off the other girl's comment. If she replied, it wouldn't be with a question or a witty little reply. The only thing on her tongue was confirming that little truth.

That's how it always was with them.

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