Author's Notes:

I apologize to all of my readers for the delay in posting and the length of this chapter. The following chapter is a filler chapter leading up to the next week at school, where a lot of things are going to happen to answer some of Spencer's questions and bring new ones.

Big thanks to my reviewers and followers. You rock!

FFReviews: I'm glad you enjoyed the interaction between Spencer and Ashley during their first meeting... or was it :)

ItsMeCharlee: Ashley is always badass, but a little less whorish in this story lol

Hope everyone enjoys and I will posting again by Wednesday.


Chapter 7

Once we finally made it home, my mother shifted into doctor mode and examined me. She decided I had a slight concussion, so she called Madison to come over and watch me while she went back to work. So here I am sitting on the couch at midnight with Madison watching a Buffy marathon and thinking about Ashley.

"Angel is so hot. Don't you think Spence?"

I'm brought back to reality with Madison's words.

"Oh yes. Ashl-Angel is so hot."

Madison looks at me suspiciously, but shakes it off before she speaks, "So what do you think of the new girl? Seems kinda bitchy to me."

"Well, she's not!" I'm a little too quick to defend Ashley, which causes Madison to turn towards me on the couch and give me her full attention. "I mean, um, she seems nice. She did help me to the nurse's office today."

"Yeah after she put you in the nurse's office." Madison replies with her evil laugh.

"Maddy, it was an accident and stop trying to make her out to be some kind of evil bitch, just because she's hot." I cover my mouth on the last word hoping my usually inattentive friend didn't comprehend what I just said. No such luck.

"OMG Spence. You like her. Like…. Like her like her."

My cheeks begin to turn red from embarrassment and anger. "I do not. She's just…" What is she anyway? I don't know anything about her.

"She's what Spence?" Madison says with a giggle.

I put my most serious face on when I look at her, "Interesting. Now drop it."

"Whatever you say Spencer. You totally have a big lezzy crush on her."

I slap Madison on the arm "Shut up. I'm trying to watch TV."

"Ow! Alright, alright."

We spend the remainder of the night watching Buffy episodes, not mentioning our earlier conversation. We fall asleep on the couch somewhere around 4 a.m.

I have yet another dreamless sleep and am woken by the smell of pancakes around 11:30. As I slowly stretch my arms, I see Madison sitting in the maroon leather chair, next to the couch, staring at me like she is trying to read my thoughts.

When she sees me notice her, her mood changes and she flashes her big smile. "Hey sleepy head. Your mom made pancakes. Get your ass up so we can eat."

I'm so confused by Madison's actions; I just stand and walk straight in the kitchen without a single word. I'm still a little pissed about last night anyway.

"Hey sweetheart. How's your head? Come let me take a look at it."

I walk over to my mother behind the stove and let her feel around through my hair. "Does that hurt?"

"Ah, a little."

"I think you'll be fine. It's just a little bump. You feel like eating some blueberry pancakes?"

Before I can speak, Madison walks into the kitchen in her tight shorts and tank top "Hell yes, I'm ready for some pancakes."

"Madison!"

"Sorry Mrs. Carlin. You know how much I love your pancakes."

My mother just smiles "Spencer will you go tell your brother breakfast is ready?"

"GLEN! BREAKFAST"

"Spencer, I could've yelled."

I give my mom a sheepish smile "Sorry."

As Madison, my mother, and I fix big plates of pancakes and bacon from the stove, Glen barrels down the stairs and into the kitchen, "Damn! Madison looking hot."

"Glen! Language."

"Sorry, Mom. Looking good Madison."

"What can I say? It's natural."

I think I'm going to be sick before I even eat my pancakes.

The remainder of the weekend was very uneventful and excruciatingly slow when I all wanted was to go to school, so I could see Ashley.

It's now 1:00 a.m. Sunday and I'm unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep. The excitement of seeing Ashley is keeping me awake. What am I going to say to her? How am I going to approach her tomorrow? What if she doesn't want to talk to me? Oh no, what if she told someone I kissed her.

I'm never going to get to sleep tonight.