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Even though I'm not doing chapter dedications each chapter like I did with SSN, I give this one to BoxcarGrafitti. This is in honor of your lovely PM :)
Chapter 4
I'm sitting next to Aiden in Spanish, not sure if I should tell him all that Spencer and I talked about. Part of me wants to keep it to myself, though I'm not sure why.
"So, how'd it go?" Aiden loudly whispers to me.
I roll my eyes as Ms. Garcia shakes her head disapprovingly and says, "En Español, por favor."
Aiden ducks his head in false chastisement. "Lo siento, Profa." He turns back to me and frowns thoughtfully. He pretty much used the extent of his Spanish knowledge. "Uh… ¿que pasó?" His face turns towards Ms. Garcia for confirmation.
She nods happily. "Sí, muy bien."
Aiden turns to me expectantly, and I roll my eyes again. "Ashley, ¿que occurió con Spencer?"
Ugh, he's annoying the shit out of me. I shake my head and point to my phone. I hate talking in Spanish, and the fucker knows it.
He sends me a questioning look. "¿Qué?" My message is obviously way over his small brain capacity.
I glare at him and start typing away. His face lights up in understanding as he receives my text.
It's called texting dumb ass. You don't have to talk in Spanish. Stop sucking up to Garcia.
His glare turns into a big smile as he turns to the teacher. "No se permite usar los teléfonos cellulares, ¿correcto?"
Ms. Garcia looks around suspiciously, eyes landing on the phone I'm subtly trying to hide. "Señorita, lo traiga aquí." Aiden's smug smile is seen out of the corner of my eye.
I make my way up to her desk, switching between giving Aiden a death glare and swearing under my breath. On my way back, I make sure to step on his foot, putting extra weight on it. It's even more satisfying by the fact that he's wearing flip flops and I have heels on.
"Ow!" he yells loudly, causing me to bite back my grin as all eyes turn to him.
"Aiden!" Ms. Garcia chastises in astonishment. She looks at him disapprovingly, shaking her head and making a strange clucking noise.
This time it's his turn to glare at me. "What in the hell, Ash?"
I just cross my arms and ignore him.
He nudges me. "Ashley, why'd you do that? That hurt!"
Again I keep my gaze on my book.
"Ashley!" he whispers louder, throwing a pencil at me.
"Perdóneme, pero no puedo escuchar a la Profa. Silencio por favor." I do my best to bite back my grin.
Ms. Garcia shifts her gaze to Aiden, obviously hearing my words. "Mr. Dennison, I'm going to have to ask you to stop distracting my students." He's definitely in trouble if she's using English. "If they cannot hear me speak, they cannot, in turn, speak it. If you so desperately need Ms. Davies attention, I suggest you wait until you can go somewhere private."
The class erupts into laughter, some guys giving catcalls. Even though the thought of being somewhere private with Aiden makes me want to throw up, I'm okay with letting that slide. It's worth it to hear Aiden get bitched out.
I give Ms. Garcia my biggest smile. "Muchas gracias." She nods, giving me a smile that's usually only reserved for students she likes, AKA Aiden.
Once she turns around, I lean towards Aiden and smile triumphantly. "Sórbalo," I whisper smugly, then quietly grab my bag and leave class.
It might seem like a stupid idea, but the sad - but mostly awesome thing – is, she won't notice. There's always the possibility that Aiden might tell, but he knows I'll give him hell for it.
I strut down the hall, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself. I got to piss Aiden off, embarrass him, and leave Spanish early. All in all, I consider this a good day so far.
"Ashley?"
I look up to see Spencer Carlin staring at me in surprise. And suddenly my good feelings about today quickly vanish.
She's wearing fitted jeans and a modest green top, and I find myself taken aback. Probably because she's not in her usual cheerleading attire. When she wears that thing practically every day, I'm bound to notice a change.
I meet her gaze and find her looking at me in amusement. "What?" I say in a slightly annoyed tone. I'm not really a bitch, I just hate it when she gives me that stupid 'I know a secret about you' look. You know, the one she always seems to wear.
Spencer looks down at her watch then looks back at me. "Shouldn't you be in class?"
Shouldn't you mind your own business?
Seriously, who is she, the attendance monitor? I level her with pointed glance. "Shouldn't you?"
She gives me a small smile and lets out a little laugh. "Oh no, this is my free period. I didn't know you had one."
"I don't." Confusion registers on her face before she quickly clears it. "I just got out early."
"Ah, okay," she says in understanding. "Must suck for the rest of your Spanish class, what with having to stay there full time."
I subconsciously drop my gaze from hers, as if it will make me less susceptible to her mind reading. I hate that I feel slightly guilty. "Yeah well, that's the perk of being on Ashley time."
She gives a light laugh. I don't know if she finds what I said amusing or if she's laughing at my lame attempt at a joke, and it drives me insane that I can't read her.
A thought strikes me, and I look her up and down, trying to gauge her. "How'd you know I was in Spanish class?"
What, is she following me now? Fuck flattering, that's just plain creepy.
"Well I figured I would make sure that the schedule of yours that I printed out was accurate." She pulls out a piece of paper and stares at it. "Yep," she nods, pointing to the sheet, "Spanish at 11."
My mouth turns into a smile at her obvious sarcasm. She's kind of funny, you know, if you don't mind giving courtesy laughs. "Seriously," I press.
Spencer smiles and puts the paper away. "Aiden mentioned that he had Spanish with you, and I knew what time he had it, so after solving a rather difficult equation, I figured out when you had it."
"Ah," I feign being impressed, "and I'm guessing the Nobel Prize is on its way?"
She laughs and nods. "Of course." She leans close to me and lowers her voice. "Priority shipping, I hear."
My mouth almost hurts as it once again twists into a smile. I feel like I've smiled more in this conversation with Spencer than I have in the past week.
Spencer looks at her watch and I'm pretty sure I hear a sigh escape her. "Well," she starts off, shifting her weight, "I better go. I'm not privileged enough to be on Ashley time."
"Few are," I interject with a smile, a strange feeling fluttering through my body.
She gives me a last smile and says, "See you around," then turns around and walks the other direction.
"Bye," I call out to her back, and it's only once I hear a distant door open and close that I realize that the sensation coursing through me is disappointment.
And it will take me a lot longer than that to realize why.
A/N: So I figure most of the Spanish used is pretty easy to understand. And my own Spanish knowledge is pretty limited, so to any native speakers or people who are fluent, no butchering of the language was intended.
Anyway, quick translations of the phrases that aren't as obvious:
Señorita, lo traiga aquí- Miss, bring it here.
Perdóneme, pero no puedo escuchar a la Profa. Silencio por favor - Excuse me, but I can't hear the teacher. Be quiet, please. (Rough translation)
Sórbalo- Suck it
