Ditching wasn't as much fun as I thought it'd be. And although I'm sure I made the right decision, I should've at least asked someone to ditch with me, because sitting on the couch flicking through music channels isn't all that fun if I haven't got any company with me.

It was approaching 3:30pm and I knew that at any moment Kyla and Aiden would be back soon. Aiden pretty much spent as much of his free time round here as he could manage. He says it's because his parents are constantly nagging him, which through my eyes is understandable why he'd want to escape. But part of me thinks that maybe he has other motives for spending so much time here. Whatever, I'm not complaining.

Kyla and I've never had to really deal with the whole parents nagging us thing. But that's mainly because our dad died when I was 15 and she was 14. It was a hard time, and my mother, Christine offered no compassion or sympathy to either of us. The only thing she was worried about was her inheritance.

Of course, it did help knowing that he also left both Kyla and me over 10million each. But once again Christine had to have her say; she made sure we were unable to touch it until we would be 18. In all honesty, I'm glad she said that because I'd of probably spent it all by now on sports cars and a first class plane ticket to anywhere away from her.

Christine is rarely home. She's usually out with the next rich guy she can seduce and then sponge off of. So our house pretty much only accompanies Kyla and me. Oh and Aiden when he's had one too many to drink and forgets where he lives, or when he's just too plain lazy to go back home. He said he prefers staying here but I can't understand why.

Our house isn't a home. It's not got baby pictures on the walls; there aren't drawings or A+ essays on the refrigerator (although I have never gotten an A let alone an A+), there's no board games kept around, and I'm pretty sure the only time we've used the dining room is when Kyla had her first Christmas with us when she was 10 year old. Then our dad began to love the job more, which meant he spent less time with us, which then led to Christine parading other men in front of us so she could feel 'loved' by a guy who was around more often. Yeah right.

Loud banging on the front door shook me from my reverie. Rising off of the couch I made my way to the foyer and sung the door open with more force than necessary. I was met with both Aiden and Kyla in the middle of what seemed to be a heated discussion. It wasn't quite an argument, but then again it wasn't all friendly either.

"I'm just saying, can't you find someone who isn't Miss Bring It On to date" Kyla said with a hint of venom in her voice. Ahh, she was on about the cheerbreeders. Yep, Kyla and I share our hatred of them. Besides, it's a mutual feeling, we don't like them, and they don't like us. Simple really.

"Kyla, first of all you don't even know her so you have no right to be so judgemental. And secondly, she's hot okay? Dating her will only help to boost my rep." I really thought Aiden had a point when he first started talking, and now he's just shot himself down with the last part of that sentence.

I left them to carry on bantering as I walked to the kitchen to grab three bottles of water. Thankfully it seemed to have dissipated when I made my return to the front room, putting two bottles on the coffee table and opening one to take a sip from.

"So Ash, how was your afternoon?" Aiden asked me complacently. Kyla just reached over to grab her water with a calm expression.

"Uhh yeah, it was umm... okay." I made sure to answer casually, although my stuttering didn't seem to help.

"You skipped English." It was a statement, one that I'm not sure how he figured out.

"Oh yeah, I just didn't wanna deal with Mr York again" Aiden knows that the guy is out to get me, or at least that's what I've told him time and time again. "How'd you find out? I thought you had Health." Unless, he skipped too, in which case I should be telling him off, because from me it's kind of expected, but from him it's not.

"A friend in your class tipped me off" he said this with a wink and then tapped his nose. Did he think that was cool? It really wasn't. I should tell him that sometime.

"Oh really? Well then I'll need to know who it is so that I can threaten to beat them for giving the game away."

"Nope, let's just say a little birdie told me." Our cryptic talk was beginning to bore me, and I knew that Aiden would go along with whatever I said so it wasn't all that fun anymore.

I opted for a subject change. "So who were you and Kyla talking about beforehand?" Yes, I was being nosy, but there are no secrets between us three so I knew one of them would tell me. I chanced a look at Kyla seeing if she would be the one to break, she just continued drinking her water with a slight frown on her face.

Looking back to Aiden with my best 'tell me or I'll beat you face' I knew he was about to spill the beans. "Oh we were talking about Spencer." He said it like it was no big deal. Wait a minute, they were talking about cheerleaders not blonde beauties.

"Spencer's not a cheerleader" I say this with conviction in my voice. But it soon disappears as I ask Aiden the next question. "Is she?"

"Yeah duh. I mean, that's why I said I had to talk to a hot cheerleader at lunch... meaning her. Who'd you thought I was talking about?"

"Madison." I say it as plainly as possible.

"Oh well she's out of the picture for now. I've got my sights on a certain blonde beauty." Well, at least I knew I wasn't the only one who could admire such magnificence.

With Aiden calling her that, something inside me felt unsettling. I'm not sure why though. I knew what he was like. I knew that he'd take her out for a few dates, wait until she puts out and then go back to one of the many other girls he'd screwed or find a new one. I knew this all too well, so why did I feel protective over the idea of it being Spencer?