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Chapter 2

Levi

I don't know how to help Ashley anymore. I bury my head into my hands. It's so hard to try to protect someone, who doesn't want to be protected. I take a bite of my sandwich. If she spent as much time trying to control her addiction as she did on blaming everyone for the accident then she wouldn't be so….

"Ashley's brother, right?"

I look up, it's her, "Hey, new girl!"

She blushes, "I guess neither of us got each others name."

I can't help but smile, "I guess not. I'm Levi." I extend my arm towards her.

She shakes my hand, and smiles back, "Spencer."

"Spencer… it definitely fits you."

She sits down and pulls a brown paper bag out of her book bag, "How would you know? You don't even know me." She teases

"I know you're beautiful."

Spencer blushes an even darker shade of red, "How's your sister? She seemed pretty upset."

Even with the butterflies, I tense up, "Um…"

"I didn't mean to hit a nerve, I was just…"

"No, it's okay, Ashley is okay. She just has a lot on her plate right now."

There is long, silent pause. "So, you have to tell me, what is there to do around here?"

"Well, there's a lot, there is hiking, fishing, hunting, kayaking…"

"How about things that don't involve nature?"

I laugh, "What you don't like nature?"

Spencer shakes her head, "Not in the least."

I study her expression, "How about you let me see if I can change your mind. Let me take you out after school on Friday, then after you can come to my house for a party. It'll be fun, I promise."

"Okay, but you only get one try. If I'm not impressed, you'll just have to take me somewhere that doesn't involve nature."

I chuckle, "Sounds like a date."

Ashley

I take a sip out of my wine glass and stare at the computer screen. My psychiatrist suggested that I start writing a journal. As if that will help with anything. I gulp down the last of the glass and walk down stairs to get the rest of the bottle. If I have to write a stupid paragraph on my feelings, I can at least be drunk for it.

(note: I know some of you don't read my author notes, but there is a link below to Ashley's journal. Sorry to put this in the middle of the story, just wanted to make sure you saw it. Check below for the link and more details)

Spencer

Lalalalalala is the only tone I can seem to carry in my head. I have a date. I dance around my room. It's only been a day and I have a date. His blue eyes are amazing and the way his hair falls over his eyes. I smile to myself. I have a date!

"Someone is in a good mood." I turn around and see my mom leaning against the doorframe.

"Maybe, I am," I shrug, "Who knows."

"Oh, come on, you can't keep something like this from your mom. Is there a boy?"

I blush, "MOM!"

"It IS! You met a boy!"

"Did not!"

My dad walks in, "You're not a good liar sweet heart." He kisses my mom, "Sorry, I'm late. I had to go speak with a client. Poor girl, she's been through a lot."

"What happened?"

He looks at me, "That isn't for you to worry about sweet heart, but there is pizza down stairs."

"Veggie, no olives?"

He laughs, "Yes."

I jump up and kiss him, "You're the best."

"Yeah, no boys, my butt," My mom jokes.

I shrug, "What? I can't be excited about pizza? We have been eating your cooking all week. It was about time we had something good."

"Hey now!"

I smile, "I love you mom!"

Ashley

Ugh… my head. I roll over. Fuck, how much did I drink? I sit up and see three empty bottle of wine. Fuck! I shuffle over to my cupboard and pull out a half empty bottle of whiskey. Bottoms up. I take a long swig. Ugh… fuck. I grab my flash and fill it, before sticking it in my book bag. I take one last swig from the bottle before putting it away. Cheers to another day!

I don't even know why I'm here. I sit down on the cold bleachers. If we had a competent soccer coach, maybe they wouldn't need to pick a replacement for myself. This stupid. I pull out my flask and take a swig. At least my headache is gone.

That's when I saw her. Blue shirt. I stood up, not taking my eyes off her. She makes it look so easy. She weaves in and out of players and…. Top left from middle field. I laugh to myself and shake my head. Holy shit.

For the rest of practice, I just watch her. It's like an art form. She makes it look so easy. She reminds me of… well me.

Coach calls everyone in and I sit back on the bench realizing I hadn't even watched anyone else. I didn't have to. I knew who would get my spot… why am I so okay with this?

I grab my things and go to leave. I take out my flask and throw it in the trash. It's time I stop feeling sorry for myself.

A/N: Well, that makes for a short chapter. My cat wouldn't let me type much more. She won the battle, but not the war! I have so much going through my head that I just wanted to get out and share. So… Ashley's journal is now available online to read. (LINK is spelled out since it wouldnt post: cnwebster dot wordpress dot com) Just click the tap that says Ashley's Journal. A lot of information will be shared on there, so make sure to check it out. I will try to post at least every other day on there. It will give you clues to what is going on. Right now the post are short, but they will get longer, just like my chapters. READ UP! And Review, review, review! I post faster with more reviews. Love you guys!