A/N- for some reason, this took, forever to write. but I'll have the next chapter up hopefully soon. this is chapter 1, and I told ya it'd be more organized. lol. enjoy, maybe?. XD
cursed writers block.
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Ashley's POV
"Miss Davies. The principal would like to see you in her office please." There's a surprise, me being called to the principal's office. Too bad I'll be missing out on listening to the lame ass lecture of my history teacher, Mr. Simpson. He was an alright guy, he just taught a really boring subject. Who needs to know about Inca's nowadays anyways?. Not me, that's for sure. I was only in school to get that ridiculous piece of paper saying I was smart enough to do daily tasks, whatever. I just strived to make my dad proud. Being a rock star's daughter, I basically did what I wanted. My dad dropped out in his sophomore year, and I was now in junior, so I was doing pretty well. He said he wanted me to do better than he did, and I sure as hell was going to make him proud.
Walking out of the classroom, I'm stopped by another body coming at a pretty fast pace. We both hit the floor on our asses. Tile was not the greatest landing pad of anyone's ass. But I still found it funny. Laughing, I managed to choke out "where's the fire?" and raised my head to face at my roadblock.
Spencer Carlin.
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Spencer's POV
I hate being late to class! Hate it with a fiery passion. Running to class would have worked if I had been watching where I was going. I ran smack dab into someone and my books went everywhere whilst I landed on my ass. Oh god I'm so stupid. A laughter erupted from the other girl's chest. I heard her say "where's the fire?" and then gasp. I scrambled to gather my books and things strewn all over the floor around us. I felt her eyes burning a hole in my head as she helped me out. Her voice was angelic and as she handed me the last book from the floor, I looked up into chocolate brown eyes that seemed to contain small golden specs if you looked hard enough. My breath hitched as I realized who it was staring at me.
Ashley Davies.
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Ashley's POV
Wow. Spencer Carlin just ran into me, and is now… staring. Hey, I'm not complaining. Her electric blue eyes were, amazing. I didn't even know what to say. Finally, a door slammed down the hall, breaking our awkward silence. My eyes shot to the door to my left and saw a meek freshman scurrying over to the restrooms with an obnoxiously large pass in his hand. Spencer took the opportunity to straighten up her book load, mutter her 'thanks' and got up to walk away. I cant let this perfect moment pass. "Hey, wait up!" I yelled to her, where the hell did that come from?. That's not what I wanted to say. She turned to face me and pointed towards the lockers by the gym. Right across from my shortcut to the principal's office. Perfect. "let me give you a hand with that." walking towards her must've frightened her or something because she tensed up. "I won't bite, hard" I smirked at her, she seemed to loosen up. "come on it's the least I can do for knocking you on your ass." Then blonde began to walk back in my direction. She finally spoke and I was captivated. "thanks again, and there's a possibility we both will have bruises on our asses. I'm sorry I should have watched where I was going." I smiled at her cute rambling. "I'm, um, rambling aren't I?. great real first impression right?" she managed to put most of her books in the crook of her left arm and extended her right hand, "I'm Spencer, Spencer Carlin, but I'm sure you already knew that. I see you in the halls all the time, and I just…" I cocked my eyebrow and smirked at the rambling girl in front of me, I took her outstretched hand, "Ashley Davies. But, I'm sure you already knew that too." I cannot screw this up, I have got to keep my cool. Come on Davies, you got this. "so Spencer, where you headed exactly?"
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Spencer's POV
"well, my locker is next to the gym, I have to drop all this crap off, and then go all the way back to the principal's office for a late slip, how about you?" I asked the brunette. God she was gorgeous. I need to snap out of it. She was a SHE for crying out loud. I can't be into another girl. Her voice is, as mesmerizing as her eyes. The raspy-ness in her voice made it…hotter. "I was called into the principle's office. So looks like we'll be on the same little adventure huh?," I smiled as she continued. "you still haven't handed me your books to carry. I did offer. That's a huge load there." when I stalled, she sighed and took the books, they didn't seem like they weighed anything in her arms. "don't worry, I'm not gonna run off with them. *nose-crinkling smile* Which one's your locker?" were we there already? "uhm, 436. Thanks for carrying them for me…so I guess off to the long walk to the principal?" I sighed. "Actually, I have a shortcut. And as much as I want to spend time with you, I've not had enough caffeine this morning and quite frankly, my ass still hurts," she chuckled. I knew she wasn't the bitch everyone made her out to be. And I'm glad I get to see it myself, without Madison pulling me away or any of her friends pulling her off. Just us. I could really get used to this.
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Ashley's POV
I grabbed the blonde's hand to lead her in the right direction and a shock went through my body. What WAS that? I had to ignore it now, and definitely pick up an extra large coffee tomorrow. We walked down a few halls and into a broom closet. I know what you're thinking, why are we in a broom closet?. Spencer had the same question written all over her face. I pushed past the janitor's cart and motioned for her to follow. "being a loner caused me to do some searching. And I was skipping class one day, hid out in here, and found out that there's some passages in the school." I told the blonde following me. "now, you know the janitor's office is right next to the principal's right?" I turned to see her nod her head, "well, this leads into there. And the janitors are really cool about me using this as a shortcut since no one else knows about it, plus they blast my dad's music down here all the time, so they pretty much let me do whatever because they worship him. Weird, I know." she chuckled softly behind me. We crawled through the final hole to find Tony, the head janitor sitting at a desk reading the paper. "Hey Ash, how's it goin'?, oh, and who might this young lady be?. Why if it isn't Spencer Carlin. Nice to meet you." Spencer shook his hand. "likewise." she muttered. "hey Tony. I just bumped into Spencer as Simpson was telling me Mr. Sheppard called me in, so I'll see you later alright?" "most definitely rock star" Tony was convinced that one day, I was going to be a famous musician like my father. We exited the Janitor's office to come face to face with the principal's door. "wow, you weren't kidding." Spencer chuckled from beside me. "not at all. So, I'll see you around right?" I asked her, I was afraid that after this, everything would turn back into us not talking and just smiling at each other in the halls. "of course" she replied with a smile. "it was great getting to know you Ashley, and I hope that it continues." "same here Spencer. Catch you later." she walked into the attendance office to get a late slip while I walked into the principal's office to find my bitch of a mother and a girl I didn't recognize sitting in there. Little did I know that I was about to fall off of cloud 9, and land my ass into the lowest point in my life. "Ashley, this is not easy for me to tell you, and I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but your father died this morning." the principal said. My mother spoke up after him, "and this is Kyla, your half-sister."
What the fuck just happened?