Disclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere, Ashley Davies, or Spencer Carlin. I do however own Lorena Devoe, Carson Brown, & this story. The ideas are mostly mine, as well as some of the experiences. I hope you enjoy and please comment and review, everybody's opinion is welcome. Thank You.
Chapter Four
Spencer told Ashley to go ahead and go to the car and she would meet her down at the car after she locked up her apartment. In all honesty she just needed a second to gather her thoughts and calm her nerves; she had been alone with this woman for over an hour and found herself really enjoying her company. Fear tried to find its way into her head as she thought of past relationships and friendships, how they all ended badly. She tried to shake the feeling off as she remembered what she told her self the night before; today would be different, things would change, so with a sigh and some what damper spirits she walked down the stairs and out the front door to a car she could never dream of touching let alone ride in. "Wow. . .this is a beautiful car" She told Ashley who was standing holding the door open waiting for her to get in. "Thank you this is my baby, Oscar. Oscar this is Spence." She slid in as Ashley shut the door before jogging around to the driver's side. She also decided to ignore the weird introduction and simply ask why the cars name was Oscar. "Honestly I have no idea, I just love the name. . . and no I am not a secret Sesame Street geek" Spencer laughed and sat back to enjoy the smooth ride closing her eyes and relaxing as she listened to Ash hum the words to a song that was playing on the radio.
Ashley keep to herself during the ride to her gym as she debated whether or not to tell Spence she owned it, and wondered what could be the big emergency that she was being called in for. She hoped it wasn't anything that would take to long because she was eager to spend time alone with Spencer. As she came to a stop in her parking spot at the gym she realized she was going to have to tell her. "Ash, this parking spot is labeled Owner/Manager, wont you get. . .in. . .trouble. . .oh?" "Yea it's mine just opened not to long ago. Come on in and I'll give you a tour after I see what the problem is" Spencer nodded her head in agreement and prepared to open her door but it was already open and a smiling Ashley held her hand out to help her out of the car. "Thank You" was mumbled as she took the hand and climbed out, stumbling on her heels. Ash caught her, both blushing as she kept hold of her hand and pulled her along to the entrance.
"OH MY GOD! Thank goodness you're here!" Screamed a tall blonde with legs for days scantily clad in what honestly looked more like lingerie than work out gear. "Carson calm down and tell me what's going on" Ashley patiently said. "Lorena is here, in your office, making a mess of things as we speak, I have tried to get her to come out but she refuses to leave until she speaks to you. She's been scaring away potential clients all morning." "Who the hell let her in my office?" Spencer watched and listened patiently as she felt Ashley's heart speed up and her face turn slightly red, she did not look happy. She tried to remove her hand but she had a pretty tight grip on it and didn't seem to want to let it go. Just as they began to walk toward the stairs a woman who had a striking resemblance to Michelle Rodriguez burst out of the door at the top. "Baby, where have you been? I got back in town today and I wanted to surprise you but this blonde idiot you have working for you was acting like such a bitch, I think you should fire her immediately so we can go make up." "Lorena you shouldn't be here, I broke up with you two months ago before you went to Paris, and we over long before that." "Ashy-Poo you have no idea what you're saying you were just mad but we can go to dinner and talk things over and then have crazy hot make up sex so come on lets go sexy."
Lorena grabbed Ashley's hand and tried to pull her along but she resisted. That slight movement was all it took, I was no longer behind Ash and Carson, no longer invisible to what appeared to be Ashley's delusional ex girlfriend. Suddenly I was regretting my decision to come. I tugged my hand in hers but she held on tighter and looked at me with sympathy and I stared back in confusion. "Oh so you found a new toy, that's ok baby I can forgive you for that, but honestly baby couldn't you do better I mean you didn't have to go get fat ass here to keep you warm at night. Then again sleeping at you was probably the working out she ever does, so it's kind of like a community service." Hearing those words I understood, doubts crept into my mind. She knew this was going to happen but she held me here allowed me to hear the words that were probably true. I felt the tears threatening to spill, as I snatched my hand out of Ashley's and took off toward the exit. Instantly I regretted my lame attempt to look cute as I realized the heels would prevent me from running because I didn't want to give them another thing to laugh at about over the drinks they were probably going to have later. I heard a loud noise but I didn't pause to look back as I walked out those double doors.
I can't believe she just said that about my Spencer is all I was thinking when my hand connected with Lorena's face. I didn't slap her as hard as I wanted to mostly because I was trying to see where Spencer took off to at the same time. I know her feelings were hurt and I felt somewhat responsible for dragging her into this. If I would have known Rena was the problem I would have left Spencer in the car. I guess on the bright side now I don't have to tell Spencer I'm gay, that is if she ever speaks to me again. Lorena Devoe was the woman I thought I was going to marry when I was younger. I had the biggest crush on her in college; she was smart, funny, and incredibly sexy. She had graduated High School early with honors and begun college my sophomore year. Our attraction was immediate and the relationship progress all must just as fast, then it seemed like over night things changed. I went away to my dad's funeral and when I came back she was a completely different person. She was drinking, doing drugs and skipping classes. I followed her one day to see where she was always sneaking off to. It was an underground photography studio and she was taking photos, they weren't nude so I wondered why she was keeping this a secret from me. When I confronted her, I asked her why she felt that she had to keep a secret from me, she said she was afraid I wouldn't support her decision to drop out of school and pursue a modeling career. We fought that night and made up and I decided that since I loved her I would support her anyway, all I asked what that she cool of with the partying. She said she would and she did for a minute. She made it big and walked the runway during fashion week, and even played a dead model on CSI: Miami.
Things were looking up for us until I turned down a record deal to open my own gym, she was livid throwing things and saying how dare I do this to our relationship, that we could be a power couple with my talent and our looks together. It was then I realized that I no longer wanted to be with her and set out to follow my dreams and leave her behind. In my mind I had already left her, but we still had sex sometimes when I got really frustrated. Big mistake, especially once I found out that she had slept with my sister's fiancé, and had an abortion. But I chalked it all up to experience and a lesson learned called it quits before she hopped on that plane and never looked back. I can only imagine what kind of drama she's going to bring into my life now that she's back. I focused back on the present and called security over to escort her out as I told her I never wanted to see her again and we were over blah, blah, blah. It's not like she was listening anyway. My main concern was getting out of here to find Spencer. When I did the site broke my heart, seeing her sitting there behind my gym with tears running down her face, knowing that I was partially to blame. How do I fix this?
