Chapter 12: Metaphors

Spencer's POV

I could forgive her.

I really could.

I mean, Ashley Davies is a bit of a 'hard-ass'…

But these past few days, I have heard, and observed, her gravel more than she ever has.

She made me breakfast in bed one morning.

She bought me flowers.

She told me I was the most beautiful girl in the world…

At least seventeen times.

She gave me a shoulder rub last night while I was doing my French I homework.

She tried to massage a lot lower before I reluctantly denied her in an attempt to make my point.

Yes, she graveled more than I thought was possible for Ashley.

And that includes high school, after she did her whole 'I'm straight and going to be with Aiden thing'.

Don't get me wrong…those months absolutely sucked.

And I was sure I would never be able to forgive her…or him for that matter.

This was actually a huge part of our reconciliation.

Me forgiving her 'best guy friend'.

Her 'brother' even.

Whatever.

I have two brothers…one that's still here on earth, tormenting my every move.

The other, in a better place, watching over me as I continue on my life's journeys.

And neither of them, which I have slept with.

And now I just threw up in my mouth.

Anyway, I gave her ultimatums with Aiden.

I made threats involving her never being able to see or talk to him again.

I indicated on several occasions that if she 'respected' me and our relationship, she would cut him out of her life.

And she actually tried to comply with my demands. For several months actually.

Until her 'soul brother' cornered me at the park one afternoon, begging for my forgiveness, and despite my better judgment, convincing me that he was over her, was in love with Kyla, and wanted nothing more than for all of us to be friends again.

And now I find myself in an ironic situation.

Different, mind you me.

But perhaps a bit the same.

Ashley is jealous of Jordan.

I was jealous of Aiden.

Similar, maybe…

But identical, not even.

Now, let me illustrate the precise break-down of the comparison.

She slept with Aiden.

I met Jordan three days ago, have not slept with her, and never will.

First, cause Jordan is as straight as a one dollar bill.

I, on the other hand, am as queer as a two dollar bill.

Jordan: Straight as a baseball bat.

Spencer: Queerer than a football bat.

Okay, okay, enough of the confusing metaphors.

Jordan has a boyfriend.

Spencer has a girlfriend.

A very, very HOT girlfriend.

And honestly, even if that where not the case, Jordan's a cool girl. She's smart, and funny, and pretty cute.

But I feel nothing in her presence.

And in Ashley's, I feel something alright…

Something big. HUGE even.

Yeah, I love this rotten, immature, jealous girl who is currently sitting next to me on the couch, eyeing me with the most adorably regretful expression on her face.

Turning to face her fully, I tilt my head just ever so slightly to the left, in a message I know only she could possibly ever understand.

And the relaxation that overcomes her in reaction to the tinniest little of gestures signals me that we can have a little make-up time before my Thursday, 9:30 class begins.

And an hour later, as I am hugging and kissing her goodbye, I cannot help but think that I love this wonderful, beautiful, sexy, kind and amazing girl kissing my forehead and uttering the sweetest of words as I tear myself from her embrace and head towards campus.

I'm just as happy as a lark.

Sound as a pound.

Higher than a kite.

And still, queerer than a football bat.

And hopelessly in love with Ashley.