Chapter 3

Friday April 6th

"Okay honey, so your father and I are going to be gone the entire weekend, no parties and no girl company okay." She said kissing me on my forehead, opening the front door.

"Mom, seriously, what if Gabby wants to come over?" Gabby's my best friend, but we hook up sometimes. She's straight though, well at least she says she is. I'm the only girl she's ever been with, and the only girl she will ever be with according to her. "What about my girlfriend what if she wants to come over?"

"Ashley sweetie, you don't have a girlfriend." Damn her for knowing me so well. "Look Gabby and Aiden can come over but that's it. And I think Kyla is having company. Spencer I think." she said kissing me again and leaving out the door. My brother and sister are out with friends, which is usually what they do on Friday's. Wait what? Spencer is coming? Shit!

7:30p.m

"Kyla." I yelled up the stairs.

"What?" She asked walking to the stairs and leaning over.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know. Pizza I guess."

"Okay." I yelled up to her then went in the kitchen to order it. Gabby and Aiden are coming over so I ordered to large chesses and a beef and black olives.

"Can I borrow your car to go pick up Spencer?" Kyla asked running into the kitchen.

"No way, take the jeep." I said getting up from the table and going into the living room.

"Come on Ash, your car is cooler." She insisted.

"I don't care Kyla; you're not taking my car." I assured her.

"Fine," she said in defeat.

"Wait why can't she bring herself?" I asked.

"She doesn't have a car, she's getting one for her 17th birthday next month." she told me walking into the kitchen to grab the keys to the jeep.

"So you're hanging out with underclassmen now?" I asked chaffing.

"Actually she's a senior, she skipped a grade." That explains a lot.

"Whatever." I said not knowing what else to say.

"Later." She said walking out the door. So she's like some freaky genius girl like Gabriella off High school musical.

Doorbell. Pizza guy. I paid him and took the pizza in the kitchen. I got a text from Gabby. 'We're outside turd, come open the door. And I see you bought pizza. Thanks because I was starving.' I run to the front door to let them in.

"So are we having a party or what?" Aiden asked walking in behind Gabby.

"Can't, mom said no parties. I told him shutting the door behind them.

"Since when do you listen to your parents?" Gabby asked flopping down on the couch.

"Since my birthday is in three months and I want a party." I told them sitting down in the recliner.

"Dude, they won't care. Stop being a lame." Aiden barked.

"Shut up." I said throwing a pillow at him, then getting up to go in the kitchen.

"Come on, I want to parrrrtay!" he said jumping up and following me.

"Well go partay at your own house."

"I would but the 'rents are home all weekend." he explained grabbing a slice of pizza out of the box.

"I don't know, if my parents find out, I'm done for." Damn this peer pressure.

"Come on wuss." he joked taking a bite of his pizza.

"We'll totally help you clean up." Gabby assured me.

"Fine, but you guys better help me get this house back to exactly the way it is now." I told them.

"Awesome!" Aiden screeched. "I'm going to go make some phone calls." Aiden said running back into the living room.

"Don't go crazy." I yelled to him.

"I guess I should go to the store to pick up some things." I said grabbing my keys and my bag off the counter.

"Yeah, I'll go with you." Gabby said following me out the kitchen.

"We're going to the store, we'll be back." I told Aiden.

"Alright, I'll put all the breakables in your parents room." he said before getting back to his phone conversation. We left for the store.

9:30 p.m

"Man that took longer than planned." I said to Gabby as I was putting my key in the front door to open it. "What are you guys doing?" I asked Kyla. They were sitting down on the couch watching TV.

"What does it look like?" She asked rolling her eyes then turning back to the t.v.

"Why are you guys not up in your room?" I ask walking toward the kitchen to put the groceries down.

"Because we want to watch the flat screen." she said turning the channel. Wow Spencer looks good. And she's smiling at me. What's that all about?

"Fine go in mom and dad's room then, I'm about to have a party."

"Seriously? We're invited right?" She asked jumping up from the couch.

"Fine." I said knowing that if I told her no she might tell mom and dad on me just to spite me.

"Cool, I'm going to change." Kyla said running up the stairs leaving Spencer on the couch. I decided I would go talk to her.

Doorbell. Dammit. I go to the door. People are starting to arrive. I guess I'll just have to talk to her later. I go over to the stereo to get some music going.

10:37 p.m

She's standing in the corner with three guys surrounding her. I guess that's normal. She laughing and one of them is touching her shoulder. I guess she's straight. You know the saying someone is too fucking hot to be straight? Well she's way too sexy to be straight! Maybe I should just go over there and talk to her. Yeah, I think I will. I take a step toward her before being pulled back.

"What the hell?" I turn around and it's Taylor. Fucking great, who invited her. Taylor is my ex and let's just say, she has a hard time moving on. "What!" I ask annoyed with the whole situation.

"Hey, can we talk?" She asks. "About what Taylor, I told you we're over, and I meant it." I said sternly.

"Yeah, like last time, you meant it but we got back together."

Okay that was different I found out that she lied about her age; she told me she was 18 when she was really 15. She totally made me out to be some kind of pervert or something. On her 16th birthday she came crawling back to me and I gave in. What? She's good in bed. Anyway, it's not happening this time. Nope. Not gonna happen. I'm really serious about it this time. She can't control me with her evil powers anymore. Oh God it happened.

11:03 p.m

"Look, just leave me alone okay. Just get over me." I say pulling up my jeans. I know I'm bad but I told you I'm a sexual deviant. I can't help it. Maybe I should have talked to my therapist about that instead of screwing her. Oh well...

"Why do you do that?" She asked pulling her shirt down over her head.

"Do what?" I know exactly what she's talking about.

"Ashley, why can't you just be with me? Why are you trying to fight it?"

"Because you're sixteen, and annoying." I know that was harsh but shit, she is.

"Fine, but you'll be calling me." She said walking out the room. I never do. I go back downstairs to join the party. Dammit where did Spencer go?

I go into the kitchen to find her sitting at the table. Alone. Score! Perfect time to go talk to her.

I walk in and sit down across from her. "So why aren't you out there enjoying the party?" I asked. She's smiling. Why is she smiling?

"Parties aren't really my thing." Yeah right, you basically had every guy drooling over you.

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed that." I said getting up and grabbing a wine cooler out of the fridge.

"You want one?" I offered, holding up the bottle so she would know what I was talking about.

"No thanks, I don't drink." Okay what the hell, what kind of person doesn't drink? I guess a super genius goddess. I rejoin her at the table.

11:07 p.m

"So why aren't you out there mingling?" she asked as I took a swig of my cooler.

"I just had a run in with my ex and I really don't feel like being bothered with anyone else." It's not a lie entirely.

"But yet you're talking to me?" she asked smiling. Good point.

"Yeah. So?" God what is it with me and forming sentences around this girl.

"So, where is she now?"

"Who?" I ask taking another swig of my drink.

"Your ex." she inquires. Wait, is she assuming that I'm gay; because I'm pretty sure I didn't tell her that. Or did I? uh...I'm pretty sure I didn't.

"How do you know it's a she?" I ask defensively.

"I'm guessing." Damn her and her accurate accusations.

"I don't know I guess she left after we talked." Yeah there was no talking going on whatsoever.

"Oh, talked huh?" What the hell is that supposed to mean.

"Yeah." I said. Now that's a lie entirely.

"Oh, it's just that I saw you go up stairs with her, over a half hour ago and I just assumed..." she started. Who the hell does she think she is assuming things? Wait was she watching me? "Must have been a really interesting conversation." she said smiling.

"Yeah as a matter of fact it was." I retorted.

"Okay." She said simply.

"Okay." I said back. She smiled then got up from the table and went back into the party. Damn me and my smart mouth.