Over the weekend, Ashley became distant and wouldn't talk to me. I tried so hard to get her to open up but all I got was, 'I just don't want to leave this family.' She was even mean inside our room.

She got out of my car and slammed the door before she stared walking away. I ran after her and grabbed her arm, pulling her around to face me.

"Ashley! What the hell have I done wrong?"

She didn't look at me. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and looked over my shoulder as she chewed on her bottom lip.

"Ashley!"

"What Spencer? What do you want me to say? You know what, just leave me alone and stay the hell out of my life!" she yanked her arm from my grasp and walled away.

I watched her go and I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder to her perfect ass and I definitely couldn't stop myself thinking about what it would feel like, nor how sexy she is when she is mad.

This is totally not the time for that!

I mentally slapped myself, reminding me that she is my sister, before I went to the lockers to find Chelsea.

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"Hey Girl! Wow, what's with the face? She asked, noticing my frown.

"Ashley is still ignoring me and she just told me to stay out of her life." I sighed.

"Just giver her time to cool off." She shrugged, "Come on, we get you to hockey practice." She dragged me away. She knows that I like being there early so I can think or get most of my frustrations out before the team has to deal with me.

"Chels, you have known me forever right?" she nodded. "And I can tell you anything right?" she nodded again.

"What's up Spence?"

I pulled my jersey over my head and put my boots on. "I think I like Ashley. Like, really like."

Chelsea wore a blank expression as I bit my lip.

"Please say something."

"This would explain a lot. You know she is going to be your sister soon, right?"

"Of course I know that! I also know that mom would definitely kick her out and I know mom would hate me. I know that!" I picked up my stick and stormed out onto the pitch, picking up the box of balls as I went.

Chelsea winced each time I sent the ball into the net. She kept yelling at me that I would break my stick if I kept hitting them so hard.

"She says she isn't gay." I hit another ball and it went into the net before you could blink. "But I have caught her looking at me! I mean, really looking."

I hit three halls in a row and they all went in.

"Maybe she's just scared and doesn't want to do anything that might get her sent away?"

"I don't care how fucking scared she is!" I shouted as I hit another ball. "Fuck it, I hate her. I wish that Ashley never entered my life. She can go and rot in the gutter for all I care." I hit some more balls and they all missed. I threw my stick against the goal and it snapped in two with a very satisfying crack.

"Spencer," Chelsea sighed as I went to retrieve the pieces, "you don't mean that."

"I do." I grunted as I slammed myself down next to her on the bleachers.

"You don't Spence."

"Fine! Tell me what I do mean then!"

"You are scared Spencer. I bet you are scared of what you are feeling. I have been noticing for a while now that you look at her differently than you do to anyone else. You drop everything to talk to her or to spend time with her." She pushed.

"I find myself thinking about her all the time. You know, in ways that I shouldn't think about any girl. But she looks at me Chels! With those fucking incredible predator eyes! I don't know what to do about her. I can't be gay." I shook my head.

Before Chelsea had a chance to answer, the rest of the team came onto the pitch, including Ashley. She had joined the team two weeks ago after I begged her to.

I watched her walk out from between the bleachers and set her stick down with a bang. She tied her hair back and looked around the pitch, then up on the bleachers. Her eyes caught mine and all I saw was a broken girl. She quickly looked away.

"Go talk to her Spence."

I ran down the bleachers and towards Ashley but coach blew her whistle before I could reach her.

"All in guys!" coach Kat bellowed and the team crowded around her. "Ok, so we are going to play a mini match today. We have a game on Saturday so you all need to focus. Carlin, Davies, pick teams." She blew her whistle before she sat on the bleachers.

After our teams were picked, it was time to face off. Coach dropped the ball between Ashley and I but Ashley barged me with her shoulder and hit the ball away. She was playing a rough game and any time I went anywhere near her, it became rougher.

After her team scored, it was time to face off again. I looked her in the eye and said, "what the hell is your problem today Davies?"

"Why should you care?" She mumbled as coach dropped the ball and she barged me again. "You hate me remember." She shouted as she passed the ball to a fellow player.

When practice was over, I couldn't find Ashley anywhere. I decided for once in my life that I should give her some space and shower at school.

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AN:: ok, this was cut short again cos I'm about to watch greys anatomy and I wanted to get this up tonight… so thanks to reviewers

And I keep forgetting to say, this isn't going to be like.. more than 15 chapters long… I don't even think it will be 10