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Chapter Nine
[Weekday: Number 2]

MONDAY

I was looking down at my Spanish book, trying to understand the homework that had been assigned. I frowned and considered throwing it in the trash, not even bothering with it.

I heard someone walking beside me.

"Umm, hey Ashley." I heard a voice shyly say. I looked up, into the blushing face of Samuel Warrents. He was a boy in my Spanish class, he sat in the front row and he had a major crush on me.

I smiled politely. "Hey, Sammy. What's up?" He seemed to blush even more at that. I guess no one's ever called him Sammy before. Oh well, I guess theres a first for everything.

"Oh, umm, nothing." Samuel scratched the back of his head, still blushing and stuttering. "Do you, umm, need some help; with you know, umm, you're Spanish?" He looked down at his feet, almost as if ready for a rejection.

I couldn't help but play with him a little. I put on a hurt expression. "What? You think im that bad at it?"

He whipped his head up so fast I was sure he had whiplash. "NO! No, no, it's just that you, umm, are kind of struggling with it. And I, umm, thought I could help. You know, umm if you wanted." Once again, his eyes were on his feet.

I giggled, he looked up at that. "Dont worry, I was kidding. I knew you just wanted to help. You're just so cute, I couldn't help it." His eyes widened. Yeah, I don't think he has been called cute before either. "You're sweet for offering, and yes I would like some help. All of this is kind of mumble jumble to me."

He beamed at me. "Great! Umm, when would you like to start?"

I glanced at my watch. It was break time.

We always get forty-five minutes worth of a break, after our first two classes. Our school was weird.

It goes like this. School starts at eight am. We have two, one hour classes. We have a forty-five minute break. Then two more one hour classes. An hour lunch. Then back to two more one hour classes. After that, it's a long awaited, home time.

Trust me, its one hell of a school day.

"Umm, how about now?" I asked, smiling up at him. He grinned back, nodding enthusiastically.

"You need help with the homework?" I was the one who nodded this time, also noticing that he hadn't stuttered.

We walked down the stairs, talking about everything, including Spanish, and making our way to the tables outside.

"Wow, you really are bad at Spanish." Samuel teased. I laughed and lightly punched him on the arm. I was glad that he was coming out of his shell and acting normal. It's better than him blushing all the time, and being careful with what he says. But now he's actually teasing me. Good.

I didn't realize that Ryan had noticed our little display.

"Hey, well that's what your here for, to help me with my Spanish!" I said, sticking out my tongue.

I saw Samuel slow down a bit. We had reached the tables; some of them were taken up. I saw him look over at the table that Ryan and everyone else sat, along with me. I realized why he slowed down. He didn't know where to go, to sit. I decided not to take him over to my table; we needed some peace and quiet. And by the looks of Ryan, he wouldn't approve of Samuel being at the table, especially if Sam was going to help me with my Spanish. Ryan would get jealous.

I took Sam's arm, fully aware that Ryan was watching, and led him over to an empty table. Samuel looked uncomfortable at first, he must have noticed Ryan watching too, but then he relaxed a bit more once I smiled comfortingly at him.

"Right, lets get started; this is going to take a while." I said. Opening up my Spanish book and taking my notebook out of my bag.

Samuel nodded and slid closer to me to see the book. He was opposite me, but very close. And I was straddling a bench, facing him. The end of his bench and the start of mine were touching, so our knees brushed. Something that he was very aware of.

"Okay, so for our homework you have to write a small paragraph about your family." Samuel said, pointing to the section of the book that tells us what stuff we need to know.

"Umm, so you write about your mum, your dad, and then any other family members." He said, running his fingers underneath some random words. Until I realized that they were the words that were important to me.

"Oh, right, okay." I said, nodding and smiling.

He started to explain it in more detail and underlined a few good words to use in the book with a pencil; of course he had asked my permission first which I thought was weird. It was a pencil, you can rub it out. Either way, he was really helpful and he wasn't stuttering or looking embarrassed at all. That was, at least, until Ryan came over to remind him that I was taken.

"Mmm, hey, baby." Ryan said, plopping down beside me and kissing my cheek.

Samuel tensed up when Ryan came up, and tensed even more when Ryan stared him down.

I looked at Ryan and glared at him, but he was too busy staring at Samuel.

"Maybe I should, umm, go?" Samuel stuttered, moving to get up.

"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea." Ryan stated, starting to pick up Samuel's stuff and putting it in his bag for him.

I frowned, appalled.

"Ryan! Stop it!" I said loudly, still frowning.

Ryan stopped and looked at me, realizing that I wasn't too pleased.

I grabbed his hands and pulled him over to the side. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I've got to protect my property, especially when a guy is moving in on it." Ryan said, raising his hands and glaring in the direction of Samuel.

Maybe if I wasn't too disgusted at him for being over the top, I would've been turned on by his dominancy. But I was too mad. I blamed it on my period, which I had just gotten on the weekend. Let's just say that it has dampened my spirits a little.

"Ryan!" I shouted, getting his attention.

"You don't need to 'protect your property'." I said, bringing up my fingers to quote him.

"He is teaching me Spanish! He is helping me! Helping me! Not chatting me up or coming on to me… But helping me, and I need the help… I am this far from failing." I used my index finger and thumb to show him how far, bringing them a few centimeters apart.

"And I can't; I won't fail this course… not because of a dumb boyfriend who thinks he is protecting me, when really he's stopping me from feeling the satisfaction of trying to succeed, even though I know im far from it." I stopped my ranting and watched the emotions pass over his face. Anger, confusion, sorrow, and shame.

"I love you, I really do… and I'm sorry that I have to be so harsh, but I'm sure that you know the real reason that I'm like this…" He did know the reason, hell, he should. I was bitching at him the day I got it. A full half an hour of blaming him for the pain I was feeling in my abdomen. Of course it was a full hour until he got the guts to come over with ice-cream and a full hot-water bottle, but he still came through like the good boyfriend he was.

"Im sorry, and I'll apologize when im fully capable too without my emotions taking over. But… maybe you should go. I want Samuel to be able to teach me, without feeling threatened every single second he's with me." I finished, sighing and placing my hand over my eyes, feeling a headache come on.

"Okay, fine… whatever you need, baby. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be like this when you're on your monthly's…I'm sorry, I love you." He said, leaning closer and taking my hand off my eyes, kissing it before pressing his lips to mine in a soft loving kiss.

"It's fine, we're fine… now go… before I kick your ass." I said, lightening up quickly. What did I tell you, it was my hormones.

Ryan smiled lightly and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I love you. I'll see you after school, yeah?"

I nodded and smiled, then giving him a light shove in the opposite direction as I walked back towards Samuel, ready to apologize.

LATER...
AFTER SCHOOL

I was standing with Ryan, his arm was over my shoulder and he was talking to the guys. Aaron, Eric, Ben and another random person were there.

I was listening in, slightly; I just really wanted to get home. So, to pass the time, I was talking and playing with Aaron, mostly about non-sense and what not.

Half way through of him telling me to give him my hardest punch, Eric greeted someone.

"What's up, Baja?" He asked. The moment he said that everyone turned around.

Ryan pulled me around and forwards a few steps with his arm still over my shoulder.

"What's up, babe?" Ryan asked. Baja was the only girl I let Ryan call 'Babe', and that's only because they were pretty good friends.

Baja stood there, looking very uncomfortable.

"Hmm?" Ryan hummed, pulling me in front of him and putting both his arms around my shoulders.

"We need to talk." She said, looking at all the guys behind him, and then me.

"So talk."

Baja looked around everyone again, and I got the suspicion that it wasn't good. "You sure you want to do this here?" Ryan stared at her and then looked down at me.

"Pretty sure." Ryan said, smirking.

"Your fight with Jake Tyler was horrible." Baja said, her eyes squinting a little.

"Really? I thought it was a pretty good party… especially the aftermath." He said, leaning down towards me and kissing my cheek. I glared at him and watched as Baja looked away and ignored the last thing he said.

"You said you were just gonna spar with him."

"And we sparred. And then I kicked his ass. What is the deal?" He asked, smirking.

"It's over… we can't be friends anymore." Baja stated, shaking her head.

"You can't be serious." Ryan said, scoffing.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"Because I gave some random kid a beating?" He asked, not believing his ears.

I bit my lip, and looked around Ryan a little, to look at the guys. They raised their eyebrows at me.

"And loved it. The only time you're happy is when you're hurting people." Baja said, and I knew it was going to get bad.

I raised my hand to put it over Ryan's arm's that was still wrapped around my shoulders.

"Wow. Are you so self-righteous that you actually believe that? Hmm? Yeah, when you moved here, you were nothing. You'd walk the halls like a ghost."

"Ryan..." I said, gently, knowing that it was a bit extreme.

He ignored me and carried on. "Being friends with me made you."

Baja gave a look of relief. "Thank you for making this so much easier." She said, and then walked off.

I felt Ryan's arms tense. It was a bad thing to piss of Ryan. The thing with him was that he really valued friendships, if someone betrayed him, or anything like that, he would get so pissed.

Baja was no exception; he obviously figured that she didn't want to be friends with him because she likes the Jake guy. And since Ryan hated the guy, Baja was in deep shit.

"Slut." I heard Ryan whisper quietly, I was surprised I even heard it.

He let go of me and went after Baja.

"Ryan! Ryan, you're hurting me!" I heard Baja yell.

"So do I look happy? Hmm? Huh?" Ryan asked, clenching his jaw.

My eyes widened and I walked forwards, to try and stop him, but someone else stepped in.

"Hey! Hey!" Jake shouted, throwing down his bag.

"What are you going to do about it?" Ryan asked, glaring at Jake.

I kept walking forwards to Ryan, and grabbed his arm, his eyes stayed on Jake.

"Jake! No." Baja said, trying to prevent a fight.

"Ryan, c'mon, stop it." I said, and started to pull him away.

He let me, but kept talking to Jake. "You're weak. Like your old man... Was."

Jake glared at him but walked away after a while.

I caught Baja's eyes and sent her an apologetic look.

Letting go of Ryan, I shook my head, not believing how mean he was being today.

TUESDAY

I was standing with Charlotte talking about boys.

Everyone was at the pier today, including Jake Tyler and Baja Miller.

I was wearing a sky blue two-piece bikini and Charlotte was wearing a lime green two-piece bikini.

Ryan, the guys, and Jenny were standing about a table talking, while Charlotte and me were on the edge of the pier watching the boy's on the ski-jets.

We were talking about the cute and hot ones, also the ones who did the best stunts. The boys knew we were watching them because they'd look over at us a lot and pull crazy stunts for us.

Watching one guy, we noticed that he was coming really close to the edge, but we didn't think anything of it.

The guy grinned and zoomed past us really fast, and then turning at the last minute, covering us in a wave of water. We both screamed and laughed.

"Oh my god! That's so cold!" Charlotte screamed, also laughing.

The guy stopped his jet near us and winked. "Sorry, girls, you just looked like you needed a good soaking. And I was right… you look good wet."

We laughed, hearing the definite sexual innuendo.

"Yeah, yeah, well sorry to disappoint but we both have boyfriends!" Charlotte shouted to him, smiling.

She turned to me and we both giggled, seeming very much like high school girls.

"Ah, well. You can't blame a guy from trying, can 'ya!" He shouted raising his arms, and then racing off.

We both giggled again, before realizing that we were completely soaked from the bone. And we were getting cold.

Looking at each other, we had the same thought.

"The boys."

We walked over and went to our respective boyfriends.

Charlotte automatically jumped into Sean's arms and I cuddled up to Ryan wanting warmth.

"Woah, you're all wet." He said, pushing me away slightly.

I pouted. "I got soaked by the ski-jets rushing past!"

Ryan laughed.

"It's not funny!" I said, pouting again. "Can I get some warmth, please? Im freezing!"

The guys took noticed of this and laughed as they realized that I'd gotten soaked.

"Yeah, whatever." I mumbled, snuggling into Ryan's arms after he opened them to me.

He sat down on the table behind him and I cuddled into him, my chest in his face a little bit.

"See, now that's how you get it two ways! Give away warmth, but also get your girlfriends breasts in your face." Aaron commented, making the guys laugh.

I rolled my eyes at them and looked at Charlotte, who was making out with Sean. I rolled my eyes again and turned my attention back to the guys and Jenny.

Jenny and I started talking about hair products, but halfway through it Erica spoke, catching my attention.

"Hey, he's gone into the bathroom."

Ryan nodded his head and let go of me. I frowned.

"Who? He, who?" I asked. "Where are you going?"

Ryan held my hand and gave me a quick kiss. "Don't worry about it, babe, I'll be back in a minute."

He let go of my hand and walked away towards the men's bathroom.

My frown hadn't left my face, infact, it had deepened.

I stared at the guys. "What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing, just ignore it, leave it be, okay." Aaron said, and then they all just started talking about other things.

Jenny then started back up the conversation of hair products, trying to get me to ignore it and forget.

A while later Ryan came back, smirking.

"So?" I heard Ben ask. "How did it go?"

Ryan looked at me and then Ben. "It went fine. I'll tell you later."

"Ryan, what the hell happened, what was that?"

"Don't worry, babe, it was just a little problem, but it's fixed now." He said, sitting back down and pulling me to him.

"Well, isn't that comforting." I said, sarcastically.

"Babe, just forget it, I'm sure you'll hear about it soon." He said, and I sighed.

I decided to listen to him a forget about it, but there was just one thing I had to know.

"It isn't bad is it?"

Ryan shook his head and kissed my forehead. "No, babe, it isn't bad."

I nodded and kissed him. "I love you." I said, waiting for him to tell me he loved me back, and then I would feel at peace.

"I love you, too, babe, so much."

WEDNESDAY

"C'mon. Put your hands up!"

"What?" I asked, totally confused.

I was in P.E with Ryan, and I had been totally content with watching him punch a punching bag before he had turned to me and throwing a pair of gloves at me. I put them on, thinking nothing of it, but wasn't expecting him to try and train with me.

Sure he's shown me moves before, but really, I wasn't in the mood. But I guess that's what periods do to you.

"Up! Put 'em up!" Ryan said, trying his hardest to encourage me.

"You're crazy." I said, turning my back to him and walking away.

"Too scared?" He taunted. I stopped and turned to him, giving him a look as if to say 'Don't mess with me'. "C'mon!" I shook my head. "Please? For me baby?" I bit my lip, thinking.

"God… Fine!" I growled, giving in to his puppy dog eyes.

Ryan grinned and nodded. "Ah, 'atta girl!"

I rolled my eyes and mimicked him, making him in turn roll his eyes and point at me in a warning way.

I put my hands up facing him in a fighters stance, while he done the same, but in a more professional way.

Instead of him cocking his fingers, I done it, making him smirk and come at me.

Me, being well, me, I started backing up as he walked slowly towards me. His smirk widened as he realized this. He stopped walking towards me and started walking around me in a circle

"I thought you were going to show me some moves…" I said, watching him closely.

"I changed my mind… This is much, much, much more fun." He said, looking up and down my body.

"And what is 'this'?" I asked, frowning.

"Mmm, im just playing, baby cakes." He said, still circling me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I'm not in the mood, I don't want to play!"

"Well, what do you want to do?" He asked.

I looked around the room, and I spotted a treadmill. "Run… and I don't want you to bother me, or else I'll go and see Charlotte."

Charlotte was in the changing room, she always stopped thirty minutes before she was meant to, just so that she could fix her hair and look especially nice.

Finally, Ryan stopped circling me. "Fine, go ahead, I won't stop you." He said, smirking. Which led me to believe that he was lying.

I walked over to the treadmill and put it on a running speed. It was silent for a few moments and I thought Ryan had continued with his training.

"God, I love your ass. I just want to bend you over and-"

"Ryan!" I shouted. I turned off my machine and marched off it, glaring at Ryan who was still staring at my ass and other parts of my body.

"Hmph! You'll just have to watch my ass walking away from you then!" I shouted to him, as I walked to the changing rooms, shaking my head.

THURSDAY

"Heavy, heavy, heavy." I breathed out, placing my palms on my back to support myself. Once again, we were in P.S.E and Mrs Nicholson had just strapped the baby fat onto me, 6 months worth of baby fat.

I waddled back over to Ryan, glaring at him.

"What?" He asked, frowning.

"This is all your fault!" I said, pointing a finger at him, the other one still supporting my back.

"Me? It isn't even real! It's just some blubber!"

"Are you calling me fat?"

"No!" He stopped and thought for a minute. "Well… maybe."

My eyes went wide and I let out an angry screech.

"No, not you. The… thing…" He stopped and sighed, not even bothering, because either way, he had one pissed off pregnant girl on his hands.

I pressed my lips together, not saying anything, even though he expected me to blow up at him. But oh, I was, on the inside.

"I-baby, I didn't mean it… what are you getting so upset for anyways? It's just a… suit, or something."

He did have a good point. I rolled my eyes and kept my lips pressed together.

I finally sighed and shrugged, folding my arms and looking guilty.

"Im hormonal." I stated, staring into his eyes.

Ryan scoffed. "Yeah, I noticed that."

I narrowed my eyes at him and he automatically put his hands up in defence.

Something caught my eye and I turned to see Eric trying to calm Shelby down, she was obviously having the same problems as me.

She looked over at me and caught my eye and we shared the same look. 'Men'

Placing a hand on her back to support herself, she got up, completely ignoring Eric, and waddled over to me. I met her mid-way and we both sat down in silence on the seats that were spare.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Eric said, throwing his hands into the air.

Ryan walked over and joined him, rubbing his hand over his face.

"I am never getting a girl pregnant. Ever." Eric stated, looking at Shelby.

Ryan didn't say anything, but stared at me, contemplating something. Finally he spoke up.

"I don't know, she's pretty hot when she's angry. Never mind the fact that the way she looks now is kinda turning me on." Ryan said, speaking freely.

Eric looked at him like he was crazy, but then paused and stopped. He looked at Shelby again and smirked. "Yeah, that is turning me on actually."

They both smirked at each other and looked back at us, while we glared at them and gave them the finger.

Smirking again, they both said at the exact same time, shaking their heads.

"Women."

FRIDAY

"Mum, really, what the hell! You don't need my help to get ready for dinner." I said, rolling my eyes.

Ryan's parents and mine decided to go to dinner, as per usual. And like every other time, Mum was taking forever to pick out something to wear.

I quickly threw up my hands to protect myself from the heavy dress Mum was throwing my way. "Mum! This is getting seriously out of control!" I said, looking pointedly around the room which was littered in creased clothes. All having had the same treatment as the dress she had thrown at me.

"Well, sweetheart, one must always look their best, and I can't seem to find anything that I want to wear tonight."

I scoffed, not believing that. "Why don't you go naked? It'll save you all this trouble."

"Because, honey, we went naked last week." Mum answered me, seriously.

I froze and stared at the back of her head, as she looked through her semi-full wardrobe.

"I really hope you're joking!" I said after a minute of silence.

Mum nodded. "Of course, sweetheart, of course."

I narrowed my eyes at her, not sure if I should believe her or not.

Watching her again, I grew bored. I stared at the clock and realised she had only an hour left.

"Mum, you better get your fat ass moving. You have an hour left."

"My ass is not fat!" She retorted, but then realised what I said. "An hour? And I can't even find a dress!"

I growled a little and walked to my room, throwing open my closet door and skimming through the dresses she wouldn't like. I finally found one she would like and grabbed it.

I ran through to Mum's room again, and showed her it.

She gasped, raising her hands to her mouth. "It's gorgeous!"

"Uhuh, now hurry, c'mon!" I said, pushing her into the bathroom where she could get dressed easily.

"Alright, alright, no need to get bossy missy!" She shouted through the door, after I managed to shove her in with the dress.

Twenty-minutes later and she knocked on the door. I had just finished putting the clothes she had thrown over the room into her wardrobe again.

"Yes, Mum?" I asked, pleasantly.

"Come help with the zipper, dearest." She asked sweetly.

I rolled my eyes and walked in, nearly laughing as I saw her bending backwards trying to zip it up herself.

"Here, before you break your back." I said, quickly dodging her hand as she tried to take a swipe at me.

"Alright smart ass, just pull up the zipper; I don't want to be late."

I laughed and pulled it up with ease.

"There you go, now, hurry up, get your make-up on. Thirty-minutes left." I stated, after looking at the clock.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER...

After all the name calling, slapping, old jokes and fat jokes, Mum was finally ready.

"Baby, the car is here time to go!" I heard Dad shout from downstairs.

"Just coming, sweetheart!" Mum shouted, heading downstairs with me behind her.

"Oh, I hope not, I haven't even started yet." Dad said, slapping her ass. Mum giggled while I rolled my eyes.

"Uhuh, yeah, nice, c'mon get a move on." I said, making a shooing motion with my hands.

Dad went outside to go speak with Michael and Leslie, while Mum got her heels and stood at the front door.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." I said, pointing a finger at her.

"Yeah, right." She snorted, sliding her feet into her high heels. She opened the door, about to go out.

"Im serious. No foursomes."

She walked out and turned to me with a smirk, before turning back and waving enthusiastically at Leslie.

"Or at least do it at Ryan's house!" I shouted after her, closing the door once I heard her laugh.

TBC…