Disclaimer: I own South Of Nowhere on my home planet. It's a spin off of the old South Of Nowhere, only Aiden dies (I hate that guy...). But the Earthly South Of Nowhere? HA! You must be tripping if you even think for a second that I own South Of Nowhere.

I was in school way earlier than normal. Usually, I'd show up right before the late bell goes off, but my car didn't have enough gas in it, and I had to ride with Kyla. We were here even before the school opened, which is ridiculous. Who would honestly want to spend more time in here than necessary? We're here for four years before we're free.

The doctor said her knee is sprained, so she has to wear a brace around it. It's pretty swollen, but she hobbles around okay, and can still drive. She can't cheer, so Madison has her washing the uniforms before school. It sucks for Kyla, but she says she "doesn't mind that bitch Madison taking advantage of her crippled condition." Her exact words, not mine.

I left her at the gym as students started to fill into the school, hoping to get out and hang around so that no one suspected that I had actual came in early to school. A flash of yellow at the corner of my eye made me twist my head, searching for the familiar face in the sea of teens. Seeing her, I darted over, slamming her locker shut and leaning against the locker.

She jumped surprised and flashed her brown eyes at me. "What the hell, Ashley? " Katie said, twisting her locker combination again. She was the only person I knew who actually locked their lockers in the school.

"Her knee is sprained because of you and... whatever her name is," I hissed at her, shutting it again. She flared her nostrils and spun around and leaned on her locker.

"First off, her name is Cassie, and she really is a sweet girl and wouldn't intentionally drop someone, especially your sister." She paused, as if realizing that she excluded herself from the list of innocents. "I didn't do it on purpose either. I got distracted by... something, and I let her slip between my fingers.

I glared at her, furious at the blonde. I stepped forward, and she raised her hands up in defence. "I swear, Ash, it was an accident, and I never meant to..."

She didn't get to finish her sentence. I growled and forced her up against the locker, holding her hands up on either side of her head. Her eyes widened in fear briefly, looking to the side at the people around us. A few of them glanced our way, but most of them had heard the stories, one of which where I had broke a kid's arm shoving him in a locker. That was mostly true, except that it wasn't a locker. It was a trash bin that fell on the ground and rolled into the road, where a car hit it. All charges dropped and we told people it was a locker. It works, so I'm not complaining.

"You hurt my sister," I hissed in her face. I tightened my grip on her wrists, and she winced slightly before giving me a smile.

She tilted her head as she stared into my face. A lot like Spencer did yesterday. I shook my head and Katie smiled wider. "I thought you didn't get along with your sister." She pointed out, relaxing her stance.

I felt my aggression slip away, and a smile creep onto my face. "Well, she's family, and I care about her. She'd do the same for me, I'm sure." I slackened my grip on her wrists, but she didn't pull away, instead she just leaned against the locker and bit her lip lightly.

I chuckled and shuffled slightly, discretely stepping closer. Katie looked down, clearing noticing my small advancement and raised a brow, giving me a coy look. "I think that's hot, that you care so much about about your family." She liked her lips and tilted her head up a little, looking up at my face. I was slightly taller than the blonde, so I had to look down to look at her brown eyes. Her pupils were slightly dilated, and filled with amusement.

I grinned mischievously, moving forward so I was almost pushed up against her. "You think that's hot?" I asked, leaning forward. I let go of her wrists, instead planting my palms against the cool green metal.

She giggled slightly and moved her hands to my waist. "Yeah, it's hot. Your hot, and exciting." she crooned, moving her body closer.

I stared at her, mildly bemused. "Exciting, eh?" I moved close to her neck, inhaling her light flowering scent. It made me wonder what Spencer smelled like here, if her skin was sweet, if it was soft. I heard Katie gasp when I breathed on her neck, and her hands tightened around my waist.

"Yeah," she breathed out, voice getting husky. "Your different, Ashley. Dangerous, but sensitive. Impulsive, but controlled. It's hot." She raised a hand and touched my cheek, eyes dark and slightly glassy.

I smirked and leaned forward, kissing her lightly. She reacted instantly, hands reaching behind my neck to tangle in my curly hair. She pressed harder against my lips enthusiastically. She pressed up against me, and I felt her tongue swipe across my lower lip. I was about to deepen the kiss when a loud crash made Katie jump. She pulled away reluctantly and glared, annoyed at the person next to us.

I turned slowly to see who Katie was staring at, and was met with a wide-eyed Spencer and a frowning Kyla. I moved my hands off the locker and ran them down Katie's arms, putting on an indifferent mask on at Spencer. Katie moved her hands back to my waist possessively. "Can I help you?" I asked, pretending to be impatient.

Spencer just saw me making out with Katie, and I would have expected her to look at me in surprise, or disgust, or even with an indifferent stare. Not with anger and jealousy. It made my heart race, the fact that Spencer, who I only just started talking to and had a mad obsession with for three years, cared enough that I was kissing another girl to be jealous. It brought a smirk to my face, and Kyla looked at me with disapproval.

"You do realize that this is the girl that dropped me, right?" She said, gesturing to Katie. She turned to Spencer, who was still shooting daggers at Katie and picking up the textbooks she had dropped earlier. Katie just held onto me, resting her head on my chest with a half-concealed look of triumph on her face.

I shrugged, wrapping my arms around the smaller girl. "I'm disciplining her. It's torturing to have to hang around me, you know." I winked at Spencer and I heard Katie chuckle against my chest.

"The only torture here is being against your tits and having to deal with an intense amount of sexual frustration at not being able to do anything." She said teasingly, poking a boob. I squeaked and Kyla rolled her eyes.

Spencer cleared her throat, trying to disguise the mixture of emotions on her face, settling with looking confusion. "You're...gay?" she whispered, looking around. I saw Kyla stiffen, looking away. She was never 100% cool with waking up and seeing my latest eating a bowl of Trix at the kitchen table, regardless of their gender. She insisted the girls never bothered her, but she was obviously uncomfortable.

"I'm... not into labels," I said casually, watching Spencer's reaction.

Her eyes lit up slightly, before she shifted uncomfortably. "You mean, like, you're bi-sexual?"

I shrugged. "I don't need a label to define myself to others. I am what I am." I smirked and pulled way from Katie, before repeating, "I don't need labels." Katie looked at me confused at our lack of contact so I slipped an arm around her waist.

Spencer frowned. "But everyone else in the world does. Doesn't t bother you what people might think about you?" She shifted her books the the other arm, and we barely noticed when Kyla slipped away, walking down the hall.

I laughed, covering my mouth with a hand. "I was just making out with Katie in the middle of the hallway. I'm pretty sure that says I don't care." Next to me, Katie snorted a laugh and kissed my cheek chastely.

Spencer looked deep in thought and turned around to walk down the hallway. I watched her walk for a second before looking at the younger girl, (after all, she's just a grade below us), giving her a smirk. "I don't know about you, but that was entertaining."

She smiled at me. "I wasn't joking about the sexual frustration, Ash." She bit the side of her lip, grabbing my hands. "I'm pretty sure the cheerleaders are done with the locker room. We can shower after."

I felt my heart start to beat harder in excitement, and my lips twitched into an easy smirk. "Who says the shower has to be after?" Katie grinned and grabbed my hand, leading me to the gym.

I leaned back in my chair in Advanced Chemistry, one of the first people in the room. I liked getting to this class early, I got first pick of seats, and I always took the last seat in the back, right by the window looking out into the outside hallway of the school. I could watch the people walk down the hallway, especially if I was looking for someone.

I missed first period, and got detention, (according to a text Katie sent me, she did, too), but it was well worth it. I may not be love the girl, but I don't hate her. I like her well enough, and she's a great shag. She's fun. But she's not Spencer. Only Spencer is Spencer. And Spencer is highly off-limits.
Not only is she dating Aiden, but she doesn't need a slag as a girlfriend. She deserves someone who is reliable and she can count on, who doesn't get suspended, or nearly expelled, arrested, drunk, high, in fights... I'm a very, very bad influence on Spencer.

A bag dropped down on the lab table next to me and tore my eyes away from the window to, to meet the blue eyes of my favourite blonde. Spencer sat down in her chair next to me, casually, not even looking at me, rummaging through her bag. I watched her curiously, This was the first time Spencer sat with me so far. Usually she would sit in the front, staring intently at the board. School had been going on for about a month, and though she only realised that I had been in the same class as her yesterday,

I've noticed her, and like me, her seat never changed.

She finally looked at me, slamming her notebook and pencil on the table. The few students in the room looked at us curiously until she shot them a look, and they turned around with a few mutters. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, taking in a breath. "Why didn't you tell me that you were gay?" she asked me.

"I'm not..." I started, but she cut me off.

"I watched you make out with the girl I watched drop your sister. Kyla was upset by that, by the way. In my book, that makes you gay. Or bi-sexual, or whatever you are." She glared pointedly at me.

I snorted and kicked my feet up on the empty chair in front of our desk. "In my defence, Spencer, we just started talking yesterday. And that was brief. Why would I tell you that?" She stared at me blankly and I sighed.

"What did you want me to do?" I asked, turning to look at the bored. "Shout out, 'Hey! Spencer! Be fore you go, I love boobies!'?" I gestured sarcastically with my hands.

She shifted uncomfortably, picking up her pencil from the table and twirled it clumsily between her fingers. "Well, no, but you could have mentioned you were sleeping with Katie. I would have never guessed it yesterday." She had a slightly guilty look of her face, as if she regretted doing something.

"I wasn't," I stated simply.

She looked at me surprised. "But you two looked really close in the hall at her locker."

I shrugged. "I was yelling at her for dropping Kyla, and we just kind of fit." I had a hunch that this would make her jealous. Me seemingly enraptured by another woman, someone who is not Spencer. Her jealousy made me tingly, excited, like if she was jealous, it meant she actually cared enough that if I wasn't me, I might actually be able to play my cards right and sneak Spencer right out from under Aiden's nose. The revenge would be sweet, and I'd be getting Spencer along with it.

She scoffed and turned to the front board, watching the teacher walk in. "Right. Does this mean you two are dating now?" she said sarcastically, flipping open the textbook roughly.

I chuckled, trying to look thoughtful. "Maybe. I would mind. She's hot." I smiled to myself when Spencer's pencil flung out of her hand and hit a kid in the head.

She ducked her head down quickly when he turned around, and then returned to me. "I thought you said she was a fake blonde?" she said uneasily, a faint shade of pink.

"So I did, but it doesn't make her any less attractive. I have a thing for blondes, regardless of whether or not it's fake." I gave her a signature Ashley smirk and jotted down something the teacher wrote on the board.

Spencer swallowed nervously and tucked a stray lock of her own blonde hair behind her ears. "Isn't that a bit, I dunno, shallow? To like someone just on their looks?" she asked, keeping her eyes away from her.

"I'm not shallow. Katie is a lot deeper than you would think." I lied. I wouldn't know. I've had a total of 3 personal conversations with her, and none of them were substantial.

"I'm sure she's very deep." she said sarcastically. I didn't miss the dirty subtext, and I smiled. Yep, she was definitely jealous.

"Spencer Carlin, are you jealous?" I asked, smiling at her. I sat up and rested my head up on an elbow propped up on the desk, looking at here with amusement.

She started to rapidly flip through the textbook, almost desperately. "No! No, why would I be jealous of Katie? Cause she gets to touch you? Or kiss you? Text you whenever she wants?" she rambled. After a moment, she realised what she was talking about and froze, looking at me wide-eyed.

"I don't find you attractive, Ashley." she said quickly, trying to right her wrong.

I made a suspicious face, secretly cheering my success. I was slowly pulling her in, and soon I'd have her wrapped around my finger, practically mine. Even though she can't be mine. But that's besides the point.

"I never thought you did, and ouch." I pretended to be insulted and turned back to my paper. Spencer made a face, like she was chastising herself, and picked up her bag and stuff, moving to her usually spot at the front of the room. I smirked when she turned back around for another look. I pretended to ignore her and scribbled on the worksheet. She turned back around at the sound of her name, and I grinned triumphantly.

If I knew I actually could be with her without screwing things up, I'd be ecstatic.

A/N: Now, readers. This is the third chapter. As I'm sure you have noticed, I have posted a chapter every other day. DO NOT GET USED TO THAT! I mean it. I'm generally very lazy. I wasn't planning on posting this until Wednesday, but I have important news to bequeath unto you, and FanFic doesn't really approve of posting Author notes instead of an actual chapter. Yea, pity. So, your probably wondering what this news is right? I ate the last piece of boysenberry pie that was in the refrigerator. ^w^ Actually, In all seriousness, I do have important news that everyone reading this story will find convenient. As the story progresses, the space between updates will increase, and I must tell you from personal experience, when there is a story you really like, it nearly kills you not knowing when the author will update. So, my profile is the biggest indicator of my progress. I am an addict. I am always on FanFic, usually checking Traffic Stats, which means that a lot of my updates are as up to date as possible. I usually will post the current chapter and stage it's in, as well as the progress. I write down any news, such as if I was going on vacation or hiatus, or announcing stories to be created and updated. So, visit my profile for all your Symphonite re-assurances.

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