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Without furthar interruption... Chapter Four!

Chapter Four:

- Aggressions of an Ashley

My apologies, this chapter didn't really turn out that great.

"You seem preoccupied," Spinelli blinked and turned towards the blonde boy sitting at her left. He wore a white coat which was full of paint stains and had a large pile of clay in front of him.

"Do I?" Spinelli questioned but she knew she did. She'd been still thinking about things since she entered art class. She loved art, usually it took her to her own place but not today, she just couldn't focus. "My mind is just wandering, that's all," Mikey nodded, understandingly.

"Just don't get lost," said Mikey with a smile. Spinelli smiled back. She liked that Mikey never asked question and just understood. He was the first to know who she was when she came back and he never asked questions, he just stayed there as a friend, knowing that was what she really needed at that moment. They didn't hang as much since she got to be good friends with TJ again and Mikey was heavily involved with theatre, but she was glad that they got to spend art class together.

"What are you making, anyway?" Spinelli wondered as Mikey went back to work at his pile of clay. She took a piece of paper and started sketching mindlessly. Ms Lynch was not in today, so they basically got to do whatever they liked as long as it was in the realm of art. Most students broke off into small groups and chatted but Mikey headed over to the clay counter.

"I'm not sure yet," he answered truthfully, looking down at his piece. "I like starting art projects without a destination, probably cause all the plays I do are scripted, I like doing other things spontaneously," he grinned down at his pile of artwork.

"Just don't get lost," Spinelli quoted him from before and he chuckled. A few minutes later she glanced up at the clock, the class was going by pretty slow since she didn't have anything productive to do.

Finally the class was over and Spinelli and Mikey parted ways. Spinelli headed to her locker and exchanged to book bag for a gym bag and then headed to the gymnasium on the first floor. She entered the girls change room where an auburn haired girl was fixing herself in the mirror, wearng baby blue gym clothes and pretending to ignore Spinelli's entrance. Spinelli did notice her giving a dirty look at her feet when she noticed what Spinelli was wearing which made her smirk a little.

Spinelli exchanged her jeans and t-shirt for black shorts and a loose red t-shirt; she was tying up her sneakers when she heard a whistle from the gym. She finished tying up her sneakers quickly and ran out to the gym.

She entered the gym to notice the students forming a line, facing their Coach. She jogged quickly and stood next to a tall dark-skinned boy.

"Hey," Vince greeted. Vince was basically still the same guy. He was tall and athletic and even though he was not yet a senior, rumour was that most college scouts came around to see him. At times he could be a bit on the cocky side, but when it came down to it he was extremely loyal and a great friend.

Before Spinelli could even say hey back, Coach blew his whistle and told them to get into their groups. Ashley a rolled her eyes and waved bye too two skinny blonde girls and walked over to Spinelli and Vince.

"I still don't understand why you're still in this group," Ashley scowled, looking down at Spinelli. Vince shot her a look but Spinelli just ignored her, she had the whole gym class to verbally fight it out with Ashley Q, it had been their ritual for the past month.

"Okay Kids," a broad beefy man in a track suit, holding a vibrant blue whistle stood in front of them all. "I m sure you will all be happy to know that next day will be a fitness test," he paused and a series of groans echoed through the gym. Spinelli noticed Vince and Ashley just had identical smirks on their faces, they both loved a physical challenge and both knew they'd beat out the class. "I know, I know, don't thank me too much. So today stay in your groups a do some physical activity and consider next class... your midterm," he looked extremely pleased with him as he blew his whistle again and headed into his office.

Vince headed to the ball room, no doubt for a basketball and Ashley Q turned to Spinelli. "So how's life?" Ashley asked with a smirk. "I'm guessing your parents are still paying of those medical bills for you to have to wear those hideous boots," Ashley knew she hit a nerve.

"You know what Ashley?" Spinelli really had enough to Ashley Q. Every gym class, Ashley would mock Spinelli's family, they'd argue for a bit and then foul on each other a little too much in whatever activity they were supposed to be playing. "No my family is not rich, and yes we have had some hard times but at least my family doesn't have to buy each other off. At least my family likes each other." Truthfully, Spinelli was just pulling things out of thin are, hoping to get something out of Ashley Q and it seemed today she was successful.

Ashley Q stepped closer to Spinelli her eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare talk about my family, Spinelli," she hissed and Spinelli rolled her eyes.

"Okay Little Miss Hypocrisy then stop trash talking mine," Spinelli stated simply. With that she turned around and started to head towards the ball room where Vince was finally starting to head back from.

But only after taking a few steps, Spinelli felt a pair of hands on her back and she was viciously shoved towards the ground. Caught of guard she threw her hands in front of her so she didn't fall on her face. She turned around and looked up to see Ashley Q glaring down at her.

"What the hell!?" Spinelli jumped up and jumped towards Ashley Q.

"Hey!" Vince jumped in front of the two quickly, strongly pushing Spinelli back. "Okay, arguing is one thing, but since when have to guys actually physically fought?"

"She pushed me!" Spinelli exclaimed when she noticed Vince looking at her. Vince turned and looked at Ashley with surprise.

"She mocked my family," Ashley stated simply.

"You always mock hers," Vince retorted and Ashley's green eyes narrowed.

"Well I guess everyone can just side with Spinelli then," Ashley Q growled. The three then seemed to notice that everyone in the gym was staring at them, as if hoping a catfight would break out. Ashley Q just turned her heal and walked out of the gym in anger.

"What was that?" Spinelli asked a few minutes later when everyone headed back to what they were doing.

"Who knows," Vince shrugged. "Because you never do with an Ashley," Spinelli nodded in agreement. But Vince knew. He knew what that was about and he was pretty sure only three other people in the school did.

FIO

And here she was again.

Ashley Q was once again in the gym, wearing her gym clothes, holding a baby blue tennis racket and smacking tennis balls violently against the wall. It was now the beginning of lunch and the gym was supposed to be closed but she managed to slip in. After her blow-up in the gym class she skipped her next class and stayed alone in the regular girls wash room, pacing. Her blood was flowing and at its boiling point, she needed a good run but she knew her aggressions needed to be taken out but slamming a ball against a wall and at times, visioning the ball as other people's faces like Ashley A's or her parents or her math teachers or Spinelli's.

She took another ball and stared down at it in her hand, trying to figure out who this one would be. "Maybe the Quinlin Family Empire?" she scowled down at the ball. She threw the ball in the year, threw back her arm holding the tennis racket and then letting the two connect, driving it towards the brick all.

She'd already hit the ball before she noticed someone had just entered the gym.

"Whoa!" Vince jumped back just in time so that the ball didn't smack into the side of his face. He turned with wide eyes to face Ashley Q. "Watch where you hit that, you'll take someone's head off!" But he had a small bit of admiration in his voice as he did for anyone with amazing athletic abilities and a good pair of shoes.

"Well maybe if people's heads didn't get in the way, they wouldn't be knocked off," Ashley retorted, hands on her hips. "The gyms closed," she pointed her tennis racket towards the door. "So big-head basket-ball star needs to get lost," she finished and Vince shook his head.

"I'd rather not, but by all means, continue killing invisible victims," he waved his hands back towards the wall and Ashley noticed the orange basketball under her arm. She scowled as his took a seat on the bench near her.

Ashley just rolled her eyes and turned her back to him, staring to bounce another ball up and down before she hit it again.

"So, who are you pretended to hit that bullet of a ball at?" Vince asked but Ashley ignored him. "Spinelli?" he wondered with a smirk and Ashley turned around and glared at him.

"Seriously, if you're here to mock me about today then my target really will be your head," Ashley Q responded. "And I have very good aim and it's a very big target," Vince just leaned forward on the bench and started bouncing his basket ball against the floor. "What do you want?" she asked finally, her patients running shorter than usual.

"You've never been so defensive of your family before," Vince noted as he continued to bounce the basketball up and down. Ashley Q was giving that ball such a vicious look that if looks could kill, that ball would be in a thousand tiny shreds.

"I just don't take any crap from people," she stated, her eyes still on the ball.

"But you expect people to take yours?"

"So I'm a hypocrite!" she cried in mock defeat. "Sue me, I can state about three ways you are and about 10 Spinelli is, and everyone else for a matter of fact. So if you've come here to call me out for hypocrisy, very clever Vince but its High School," she finished, taking her eyes away from the ball which continued to bounce.

"You think that's why I am here?" Vince wondered with a smirk. "I figured you were better than that," Ashley looked extremely fed up at this moment so she stepped forward, just as the ball was about to connect with Vince's hand she brought back her tennis arm and smacked it out of the way, sending it rolling to the other side of the gym. Vince looked up in surprise.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Vince tutted and Ashley narrowed her eyes, studying his face, trying to figure him out.

"What do you want?" she asked again.

"I know your secret," he stated simply.

"What secret?"

"The reason you're a little bit more then snappish today," he responded. Ashley Q laughed.

"Oh right, and what is that?" she put her hands on her hips and stared up at him.

"My parents are lawyers," he responded simply. But Ashley Q was good, she didn't let herself break.

"So?"

"So..." Vince walked around her but she turned also, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. He looked and her and smirked. "C'mon, you can't hold that stone face for much longer, especially when the Quinlin Empire comes crashing down around you," he finished and then her face began to slip.

"And you've come to warn me before you tell everyone?" she asked, a slight edge in her voice, her emotionless green eyes looked scared. She wasn't ready to this, for people to find out yet and she didn't expect Vince of all people to know.

FIO

There is more of an ending to this part but I couldn't get the transition right, so you'll be seeing the end of this in the next chapter. Also a little backstory. But I don't feel this is my best chapter.

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