A/N: Okay, so chapter 2. Lots of dialogue. Pretty shitty. I know that this is two updates in one day, but that means that I've got everything posted that I've written so don't get used to the super fast updates. It also means that any ideas you guys may have will be able to be directly added to the story! I still haven't figured out exactly where I'm going with this story, but I hope it will not disappoint.

Chapter 2

Ashley's POV

God damn fucking school. I fucking hate Mondays. All weekdays really. I slowly remove myself from my car and make my way to the coffee stand by the quad. Kyla knows better than to try and have a conversation with me before I've had my coffee. After a ridiculously long wait I finally grab my coffee and take sip. Mmmm, caffeine. I don't know how anyone survives without it. I turn back towards the quad to find Kyla and she's too busy shoving her tongue down Aiden's throat to even notice my reappearance. So I just head to class.

When I walk in the teacher just stares at me shocked that I'm actually here and before the bell.

"Nice of you to actually show up on time for once Miss Davies."

"Just keeping you on your toes Mrs. Galloway." She's actually my favorite teacher. She's the only one who doesn't treat me like a no good piece of shit. She seems to genuinely care about all of her students.

I just took my usual seat and sat there waiting for the bell to ring so that I can just get this day over with. The bell finally rings and I start doodling like usual when then door opens. I have to look because I'm usually the only one that shows up late. As soon as I look up I can't take my eyes off of her. The most beautiful woman that I've ever seen has walked in. I don't hear a word of the exchange between her and the teacher because I'm too consumed with my thoughts of how breathtakingly gorgeous this woman is. I decide right then and there that I have no choice but to get to know her.

Wow. That's strange. I haven't ever had those thoughts about a girl before. All I ever want from anyone is drugs or sex. What is this wanting to get to know her shit that keeps plaguing my thoughts?

Oh God. She's coming this way. Why is she coming this way? Why are my hands sweating? Gross. That never happens. I don't understand what is wrong with me. She takes the seat next to me and I give her a soft smile. She easily returns it and I get lost in her gorgeous blue eyes. They're the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. I feel like I could stare into them forever.

She raises her eyebrows at me and I realize that I've been staring. I quickly look away trying to hide my blush. What the hell is wrong with me? Ashley Davies doesn't blush. Ever. What is this girl doing to me? I don't even know her. A few minutes pass by and I keep sneaking glances at her trying to be subtle. It's obviously not working because she looks over at me at the same time and gives me another eyebrow raise accompanied with a smirk.

Damn. That's the sexiest smirk I've ever seen. Okay. Game time Davies. Pull yourself together. She's just another girl. You can do this.

I pull out a piece of paper and start to write and then pass the note over to her.

I'm Ashley Davies. What's your name?

She looks from the note to me questioning me with her eyes. I just nod at the note and wait for her to pass it back.

Did you not hear the teacher introduce me to the entire class not 5 min ago?

Oh. I guess not. I give her a sheepish smile as we pass the note back and forth.

No. I didn't. I hardly ever listen to the teacher.

Well, I'm Spencer Carlin.

Spencer, I like it. It suits you.

Why would you think it suits me? You don't even know me?

You're right, I don't know you. But I would like to. Where are you from?

Ohio. You lived here long?

L.A. Born and raised.

We really should pay attention. Don't wanna make a bad impression on my first day.

You can pay attention all you want. I know I won't be able to.

And why is that?

Before I could write a response the bell rang. As we packed our stuff up I kept sneaking glances. On the way out the door, I casually asked, "What class do you have next?"

"AP History"

"Well, that's in the same area as mine. Allow me to escort you." My next class in no where near hers I just want to spend more time with her.

"Okay. Lead the way," Spencer gave me a small smile.

As we were walking I decided to try and get to know her a little better. "So, how are you liking King High so far?"

"It's a lot bigger than my old school. It's pretty overwhelming, actually."

"Well, if you would like I can be your personal tour guide so you don't get lost."

"Hmm... I just might take you up on that." She says as we round the last corner to her classroom.

"Well, here we are. Just wait here when you get out of class and I'll be here to show you your next class, okay?"

"Oh. You don't have to go out of your way to help me. I'm sure I can figure out where it is."

"Trust me. It's no problem. It will be my pleasure to help you." I give her my best nose crinkling smile.

"Okay, thank you." She gives me a shy smile in return, then walks into her classroom.

The bell rings and I race off to my class. Late, as usual. I have to sneak out of my class a few minutes early to meet Spencer so she isn't waiting too long for her. I manage to get there a few seconds early and lean up against the wall across the hall from her classroom.

Spencer's POV

I walk into my second period giving Ashley a small wave. I walk up to the teacher and give her my slip to sign, then turn to find a seat. The only one left is next to a petite black girl with friendly eyes. Pretty cute too. When I sit down, I offer her my hand, "Hi, I'm Spencer Carlin."

The darker girl extends her hand to shake mine, "Chelsea Lewis, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"So, Spencer, where you from?"

"Ohio."

"Wow, so a big move then."

"Definitely. The change is kind of overwhelming. But I think I already made one friend."

"Well, that's good. And who might this friend be?"

"Her name is Ashley. She's really nice. Offered to show me to all my classes." Chelsea quirks a brow at this.

"Ashley who? I might know her."

"Ashley Davies. I sat next to her in my first class."

"Ashley Davies? Nice?" I looked at her with confusion so she went on, "Ashley's never nice to anyone. Always has a bad attitude and almost never shows up to school. Usually too hungover." This doesn't sound anything like the Ashley I just met, so I have to wonder if we're talking about the same person.

"Are you sure we're talking about the same person? Dark curly hair, brown eyes" Absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as she is. I swear I got a little lost in her eyes earlier...

"Yep. That's her. Wonder what's with the attitude change. She doesn't usually take to strangers. I love her to death. She's one of my closest friends, but she's always has attitude. And she can be quite narcissistic." That's odd. What kind of person says all those things about a friend?

After that we chatted casually throughout class. I couldn't stop thinking about a certain brunette and wondering if she would actually show up to walk me to class like she said she would. If Chelsea is right then why was Ashley so nice to me?

After the bell rang and we gathered our stuff up we walked out the door and there was Ashley leaned up against the wall opposite me looking pretty sexy.

Ashley's POV

When the bell rang I started getting all nervous again. Why am I getting so nervous? She's just a girl. Oh crap, here she comes. I smile at her and then notice she's walking out with Chelsea. Oh boy. I wonder what has been said about me.

"Hey Spencer. Chelsea." I nod curtly at Chelsea and grin at Spencer. "So, what's your next class?"

"AP Calculus," She grins back and I feel butterflies in my stomach. What the hell is going on with me?

"Great, it's this way." I say pointing to my left.

"You feelin' okay?" Chelsea asks in that smart ass tone as she reaches for my forehead like she's checking my temperature.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why would are you asking?" I stare at her making my confusion clear.

"Oh, nothing. You're just being nice. To a stranger. You hit your head recently?" I just laugh and shake my head at her.

"I'm fine, Chels. Just helping out the new girl," I send Spencer a kind smile. "Shall we?" I ask extending an elbow for her to take my arm.

"We shall." She says then giggles and actually takes my arm! Holy shit I wasn't actually expecting her to take my arm!

"Later Chels!" She just stands there dumbfounded as we walk off.

We continue with the same pattern of random small talk between classes until lunch time. I invite her to sit with me and my sister and she accepts, but before we can get to our table we hear her name yelled across the quad by a blonde boy. I glance curiously at Spencer questioning her with my eyes.

"That's my twin brother, Glen. I'm gonna go see what he wants and then I'll come to your table, if that's okay?" she asks almost hesitantly.

"Yeah sure. No problem. You can bring your brother if you want." I smile reassuringly at her.

She nods and walks away. It doesn't escape my attention that her brother just so happens to be at the table with the cheerbitches. I sit down and lose myself in my thoughts. She seems to be taking a really long time to come over here. What if Madison told them all kinds of shit about me and she decides she wants nothing to do with me anymore?

"Ashley?!"

"Huh?" I can tell it's not the first time Kyla's called my name. "Sorry. Got lost in my thoughts."

"Whatcha thinking about?" Shit. I don't want to tell her about Spencer. She'll totally get the wrong idea and bug me about it all the time. Just as I was about to respond, I was saved by Spencer appearing. Out of nowhere, I might add.

"Hey, Spencer!" I nod towards the seat next to me. "What did your brother want?" As she moves to the side I notice a black guy standing behind her.

"Just wanted to see how my first day was going." I think she notices where my gaze when because she explains his presence. "This is my brother Clay. Clay this is Ashley."

I think Clay noticed the confusion of about everyone at the table, "I was adopted when I was 8." Oh. I think everyone gets it now."

"Hi Clay, nice to meet you." I politely shake his hand. "This is Kyla, my sister. Her boyfriend, Aiden. And Chelsea, my best friend. Guys, this is Clay and Spencer."

They all exchange nods and pleasantries. My sister and Aiden giving me confused look. I just roll my eyes and turn my attention back to Spencer. "So Spencer, you seen much of LaLa Land?"

"Yeah. Universal City, Santa Monica Pier..." She doesn't get to finish because I cut her off.

"Stop. Stop. You have to come with me after school so I can show you the real L.A."

"I can't. Glen's my ride." I just laugh.

"I have a car. I'll take you home." She smiles and nod. Looking slightly unsure.

"Okay. I'll just let Glen know before we head to class." I just grin.

The rest of the day goes by the same way as the first half did. Turns out we have gym together. Yay! I got a glimpse of her in the locker room and she is even more gorgeous than I originally thought. Then I take her around L.A. showing her the real sites. Not the touristy crap that everyone goes to. I'm pretty sure she's gay. Not sure what to do about that, but when I dropped her off later that night she hugged me goodbye.

I'm not really sure what to do about this girl. I just met her and already I can't stop thinking about her. But I can't get too close. Every time someone gets too close they leave. No one can love all of me. They always run. I'm just too fucked up. I don't deserved to be loved after everything that I let Joe do to me. I'm tainted. So, I just head to Grey's to find the only escape I know how.