Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own randomness and attempt at creating a Spashley happy ending. All the characters of SoN belong to Tom Lynch and The-N. Any reference to any person, place, or thing is purely for entertainment purposes.
Chapter 2
I know I should have deleted that picture. I don't know why I didn't. My only consolation is that it somehow slipped my mind as I walked to my car.
Now I desperately wished I had, because Aiden grabs my phone and cycles through it, laughing in triumph as he finds it.
"Aha!" he says loudly, causing several people to look our way.
I slap him and tell him to shut up.
"I can't believe you kept it," he says in a shushed tone. His smile is really pissing me off.
"It just slipped my mind," I tell him with irritation, punching him in his chest until his stupid grin goes away.
"Ow, okay," he whines as he rubs the sore spot. "Still, for some one who hates her, you sure like that picture."
"What is that?" Madison demands as she walks over, curiously trying to see what Aiden and I are looking at.
"None of your business." I try to put my phone away, but Madison grabs it before I can.
She stares at the picture with a confused expression before turning back to me and scowling. "You are such a freak. I'm not sure that I really want to know, but why the fuck do you have a picture of Spencer on your phone?"
"Yeah Ashley, why?" Aiden jumps in, and I know he's fighting back a laugh.
"Shut up, both of you!" I'm pissed, and I can feel a blush make its way across my face. Ashley Davies does not blush!
"Look," Madison says as she forcefully hands me back my phone, "keep Spencer out of your freak fantasies, comprende?
"What about me?" Spencer asks in interest as she walks over to us.
Oh fuck me running. I've never wanted to disappear more than I do now.
"Nothing," I force through my gritted teeth, making sure to fix Aiden with my most hateful glare.
Spencer looks at me strangely before turning to Madison. "What were you looking at?"
"Nothing," I stress out.
Madison steps over to Spencer and eyes her critically. "Did you send Ashley a picture of yourself?"
Oh God, I just want to die! Well, actually, first I want to kill Aiden. Then I'll happily die.
"What?" Spencer steps back. "No," she laughs, incredulous, "why do you ask that?"
"Because Ashley here," Madison glares at me, "has a picture of you in your cheerleading outfit."
The blonde gives me a look crossed between disbelief and hysteria. "Uh what?" She accepts my phone from Madison, who somehow managed to get it again. Her eyes widen as she looks at the picture.
Madison raises her eyebrows, never a good sign. "She obviously liked it, she set it as her background."
I turn to Aiden with accusing eyes. "I'm going to kill you," I whisper vehemently, my voice low and threatening.
The boy at least has the decency to appear scared. Probably because he knows that he is totally getting his ass kicked for this.
Madison shares a look with her friend before she turns back to me. "As I said before, leave Spencer out of your freak fantasies."
"It was me!" Aiden speaks up suddenly, causing us all to look at him.
"What was you?" Madison says, stepping in front of Spencer as if to protect her.
"Uh…" Aiden looks around wildly. "I took the picture."
"From Ashley's phone?" Madison asks in disbelief.
"Y-yeah. Uh my phone had died, and so Ash let me borrow hers and…and I was at practice and you guys were cheering and I couldn't help but take a picture. I sent it to myself later and just forgot to delete it."
I give Aiden an impressed look but turn it into a glare to let him know he's not off the hook.
Madison's face lights up with a flirty smile and she takes a step closer to Aiden. "Baby, you don't need pictures, you've got the real things right here."
I wonder if I'm the only one who's throwing up in their mouth. I turn my head and find Spencer looking at me with a weird look on her face. I give her a questioning eyebrow raise and then turn my attention back to Madison and Aiden.
"But that doesn't explain why Ashley has the picture as her background." Madison takes a step closer and tilts her head to look at me, obviously trying to spot ulterior motives.
I snap my fingers. "You caught me Madison. I just can't get enough of Spencer, you know, considering I see her every single day, in every class. At every pep rally, each basketball game I go to, every party, every school function. At lunch, in the hall between classes..." I roll my eyes heavily at the end, making sure my sarcasm is received by everyone.
"Ash," Aiden says softly, his tone slightly chastising.
"What?" I turn my head to him sharply and follow his gaze.
I feel my stomach drop as I see the strange, hurtful look on Spencer's face. I don't understand the guilty feeling that takes over me.
"Wow Ashley." Madison looks at me like she's never seen me before. She shakes her head at me in disappointment and grabs Spencer's arm and pulls her away.
"Damn Ash," Aiden says after we watch Madison and Spencer leave.
I put up my hand to stop him. "Just don't," I beg, already feeling bad enough about the look on the blonde's face.
"You know…" he starts, and I cut him off again. I know where this is going.
"I know. God, I know."
Well fuck. I'm going to have to apologize.
I gather my things quickly and rush off to find the upset girl. I only hope that she's not with Madison. I only hope that this feeling in my stomach goes away. I feel like I'm going to be sick, and I don't like it at all.
Walking through the halls, I skim the bathrooms looking for Spencer. I frown when I don't see her. I hadn't planned on not being able to find her and I can't help but feel like this is way more trouble than it's worth.
Mumbling to myself about oversensitive blondes and fighting down the guilt for thinking that, I force myself to go in the library, praying she's not in there.
As luck would have it, she's there, distractedly flipping through some dusty book. I swallow heavily and check my phone, a nervous habit of mine.
I walk over to her, stopping about twenty feet from her as I flip open my phone again. I'm glad I did, because it reminds me of my stupid background picture that started this whole thing. I hurriedly change my picture and take another deep breath.
Checking my phone one last time, I force myself to put it in my pocket, and as she turns and faces me, I know that the feeling in the pit of my stomach is not going to go away. She's the only one who makes me feel this way.
And it's just another reason why I hate Spencer Carlin!
