A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for reading, and for those people who did review thank you so much! I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. This chapter consist of more of a flashback than the present. Just bare with me! I'll have a lot of cute spashley moments in no time. Hope you guys like it. =)

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Flashback

The sun was shining bright as I sat on the benches scanning some high school girls hitting tennis balls back and forth. I take in some of the girls that will need help with their form and some with just game experience. Letting out a sigh I reminisce about the times where I took over these courts. They were practically my home during my time in high school. Anytime I needed to blow off steam you'd catch me here.

Looking over as a brown haired girl walked towards me and smiles. "Hey baby you ready to teach us a thing or two about tennis?

I give her the biggest smile I can muster and say "Although I love tennis, you know I only took this gig so I can have more time with you, Carla."

She smiles and gives my hand a squeeze. As the wind plays with her hair I stare at the beauty that is my girlfriend. Long straight brown hair, Piercing hazel eyes, and legs for days. I swear she'll be the death of me. My first love, and everything.

"Well I only have one rule. Don't go flirting with any of the junior or senior girls. I'll kick your ass." Growling, as she points a finger at me.

"Alright girls listen up! Some of you know who Ashley is but for those who don't, she was on our high school tennis team last year. I asked if she can help me out with whipping you girls into shape and not making me look like a fool with the other high school tennis teams. As of right now she'll be my assistant coach and will be training some of you who need more special attention with the sport. Are we clear?"

"Yes!" they sang in unison.

"Ok so start on your warm ups. Spencer can you come here for a second?" She asks as she grabs here clipboard from the table.

"Yes coach?" Spencer asks fiddling with her fingers.

"Spencer, meet Ashley. Ashley, I want you to train Spencer with serves. She just started playing tennis so go easy on her." Staring back at the two of us she smiles.

"Now go and make nice with each other and Ashley, if Spencer here gives you a hard time, don't be afraid to make her do laps around the track."

"Got it coach." I say as I playfully salute her.

Extending a hand to Spencer I give her the once over and smile, "Nice to meet you Spencer!"

Spencer looked unsure, and a little shy. She slightly adjusted her visor and smiled sweetly. "Hi coach, nice too meet you also. I must admit I really suck at serving right now."

Laughing internally at the authority that was given by the name coach, I smile and shake my head. " Whoa whoa, Call me Ashley. If you call me coach, I feel ten times older than you are."

She laughs covering her hand with her face and says, "Ok, Ashley, you don't even look a day older than me."

Twirling my racket in my hand and biting my lip i ask "What grade are you in?"

"I'm a junior right now." Spencer says looking down at the grown and fiddling with her hands.

"Well that makes me 2 years older than you. So yes, you calling me coach will make me feel old. Let me see you serve, so i can see how good you are."

I threw her a ball and stood about 3 feet away. She played with her racket in her hand, stood next to the line, and bounced the ball a couple times. Spencer grabbed the ball and served. Both of us watched as the ball landed on the wrong court.

"Ooh…I think you're right. You are pretty bad Spencer." I say with a worried look.

She looks at me a little sad and I can't help but put an arm around her shoulder and give her a shake. "It's ok! I was just kidding. You just have to adjust your stance a little. And once you throw the ball, wait for the ball to hit two o'clock and smack it. Now you give it a try."

She nods, and tries again. This time the ball went over the fence. Chuckling a little, I grab a ball and my racket out of my bag. "Alright Spence, I'm going to serve ok? You have to remember right now what you want to do is not hit it the hardest you can, but just enough to get it over to the right court."

The ball soars right across the court and onto the outer corner of the corner of the court. Grabbing another ball out of my pocket, I bounce it again and serve. Smiling triumphantly, I look back at Spencer to see her not looking where the ball went but at me. I look over to the next court and Carla is glaring at Spencer.

"Got it Spence?" I say giving her another ball smirking. "Oh, I'm sorry I meant Spencer. Sorry that came a little too natural for me."

Shaking her head, she grabs a ball and tries again.

"No, no, Spence is fine. I like it." she smiles bouncing the ball a few more times.

"Why is Carla staring at me like she's going to kill me?" she asks looking back.

Laughing awkwardly, "Oh don't mind her. She just thinks i'm going to hit on you or vice versa. She's a bit overprotective."

Spencer laughs and shakes her head. "She doesn't have to worry. I'm straight." Spencer replies throwing the ball high.

This time her serve goes into the right court but is extremely high.

"Great job! but now, the next thing you should know is that when your racket makes contact with the ball your racket needs to be facing down and I want your arm fully extended."

I stand close behind her as I put my hand over the hand that she's grabbing her racket with and my other hand guiding her left hand. My left hand pretends to throw a ball with Spener's hand and my right and makes the motion of how her racket is suppose make contact with the ball.

My lips close to her ears I feel her muscles tense up a little as I whisper, "Do you get it Spence?"

We lock eyes intensely and a little excessive.

"Ahem."

We both break away quick from our trance, and I see my girlfriend right next to the opening of the gate. She struts towards me giving Spencer a nasty look and grabs my hand hard. "Baby I'm hungry. Let's go, coach already left."

I look back at Spencer as I'm being dragged away. "Uh…Just keep practicing Spencer, alright?" I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye" She smiles and waves sweetly.

"Byyeeee" Carla mocks.

"Ugh, stupid junior. What the hell was that about baby!" she says roughly pushing me away from her.

"What was what? I was just showing her how to serve babe. I had to work on her form." I say trying to put my hand around her.

"I bet she was working your form." She says growling. She walked faster leaving me empty handed.

End of flashback.

We fought for 3 straight hours because of that day. We went back and forth about me just teaching, and Spencer totally checking me out. I even tried lines where I claimed that even if Spencer was checking me out I only had eyes for her. Still she didn't let up. Until finally she told me that I can't teach the way I taught Spencer that day. If I am going to teach, there will be no touching with any of her teammates. I finally agreed to disagree.

"Ash. Your cigarette is about to burn your finger." Aiden said smirking.

"Oh shit!" I laugh as I flick it off to the ground.

"Where'd you go? You spaced out for a while. Come on it's time to go to class. Don't want to be late on the first day"

Walking towards the room I look at him and smile, "Oh, just thought about the first time I actually met Spencer."

He gives me this look but it's sweet. "Watch out, look at Ash thinking about a girl again."

He gives me a jab on the arm as he opens the door for me

"Shut up! I think about girls. I think about girls all the time. Just because I haven't had a girlfriend doesn't mean I don't think of them." I push Aiden lightly.

"So get a girl Ash." He says as if it's the easiest thing in the world.

"Easier said than done Aid." I say taking a seat shaking my head.

It's not that I didn't want a girlfriend. I just can't find one. Every girl I talk to is never looking for anything serious and just wants something physical. I'm all for that kind of relationship but I'm getting so tired of it. It's the same thing every single time. No emotion, and no attachments. Those are the rules, and don't break them by getting emotions because that's when you get hurt.

He looks at me wide eyed and puts both of his hands up to emphasize his point. "Whatever! You're the one talking to 3 different girls right now."

"Two words Aid, BOOTY CALL. That's all they are and that's all that I am. They're not girlfriend material, and apparently I'm not to them." I say crossing my arms and slouching in the seat.

"Yo, as long as you're getting some right?" he says raising his hand for a high five.

I return his high five, chuckle and say, "Right."

Wrong. He was so wrong. Although I'm never lonely in my bed, my heart was lonely. It has been lonely for two years now. I've met many women that could be my girlfriend but it never works out. Either their not ready, or I screw up thinking all they want is a physical relationship. By the time I realize they didn't just want to be physical, it's too late because they've already been hurt because i've been seeing other people. I wouldn't say I'm a player. I just never know what women want from me. When i want a relationship, they want relations. When i want relations, they want relationships. I can never find a girl that was in tuned with what I wanted. I feel like I'm making my own beat and no one is listening. Why is it so easy for my friends to find girlfriends that last long, when I'm over here struggling to even have one? I always thought that maybe I couldn't find a girlfriend because I wasn't over my ex but I guess fate has other things planned for me.