Chapter Fourteen: Hurricane
"Ashley!"
The pounding on my door hasn't stopped for the past five hours. Well I think that would be more of an exaggeration. More like two hours; but damn has it seemed like five.
"Ashley, open the door or Mr. Snuffles is going to get it!" Kyla's voice booms out and I find myself shooting up off my bed and running towards the door.
"Don't you dare touch him." I yell at my sister before yanking open the door to find Kyla stand there Mr. Snuffles-less.
"Bitch."
Right as I'm about to slam my door, Kyla's hand shoots out and stops my action, "For fucks sake, just let me in."
"No."
"Yes."
"Go away."
"I swear to God. I'm going to call Spencer." Kyla threatens and I finally give in, letting Kyla swiftly enter my room and find her place on the couch in the corner.
The Spencer Couch.
I sigh loudly and lay down on my bed, slowly groaning at the lack of comfort that it seems to be giving me at the moment.
"What do you want Kyla?"
"SFSU?" Kyla starts while holding up the letter in her hands, "What happened to Stanford?"
"Please, can we skip the inquisition?"
"Seriously Ash. You're making this so much harder than it needs to be." Kyla points out.
She slowly stands up and walks over to my side, resting her hand on my shoulder. That's the first human contact that I've had since I left Spencer yesterday.
"San Francisco offered me a full ride."
"And so did Stanford. So cut the bullshit."
I shrug off her hand and walk over towards my computer screen and slowly open a browser tab. "Look at this."
Kyla curiously gets up and walks over towards the monitor. Only to slowly grasp my concept for choosing San Francisco.
"Sexuality studies, really?" Kyla asks while trying to contain her laughter.
"Don't laugh at me; it's interesting stuff." I defend weakly.
"What did I tell you about bullshitting me?"
After quickly shutting down the screen, I turn around to find Kyla smirking at me. "This is about Aiden, isn't it?"
"No."
She just laughs at my defense and walks back over to my bed, motioning for me to follow her. "You picked SFSU to get away from Aiden? And now you don't have to worry about what he's going to say; but you do have to worry about Spencer."
Just hearing Spencer's name sends a sharp pain to my stomach, because I've done nothing but shun her away. Shun her away because she has this great opportunity and I'm being selfish.
"I'm worried about Spencer. Just because she got offered this great scholarship," I state slowly while taking Kyla's hand. "At her dream school."
Kyla just smiles at me and squeezes my hand gently, "See everything is going to work out."
"Ky, it's in Miami."
"Oh shit."
Ring.
"Hey it's Spencer. I can't answer your call right now. If you leave me a mess-"
I slam the phone down and silently curse at the person who invented voicemails. They freaking suck.
"Damn it, Spence." I say before hurrying over to my dresser and grabbing the second set of keys laying there.
As I walk down the stairs, I turn around and shout up to Kyla. "Ky! I'm taking your car. It's faster."
I hear a loud crash and a frazzled Kyla running out of her room.
"Oh the hell you are."
I just smile brightly at my sister and run out the door to her gleaming car. I wonder exactly why I didn't get one of these.
You're the sensible one.
Yeah, I say screw sensibility at the moment.
As I'm pulling out of the driveway I see a small body equipped with flailing arms and a red face screaming at me to return her "priceless piece of wonder."
Ha! I'm a better driver than her.
As I reach the highway, I realize that I'm heading towards the school. It's three-thirty and basketball practice is still in session. Which would explain Spencer's inability to answer my phone calls. But seriously, a girl has to worry.
I quickly pull into a faculty spot and run straight towards the gym; silently praying that she decided to go to practice.
As I bust into the doors, I find the whole gym buzzing with activity and flying balls.
Ew…
Anyways, as I run through the sweaty mass of girls playing basketball, I see no sign of Spencer. That is, until Coach Roberts shrill whistle stops all movement in the gym.
"Miss Davies. It's nice of you to join us." Her stern gaze is fixed on me and I slowly look down at the body laying near her feet. I could recognize that blonde hair anywhere.
"Spencer?" I rush over to her and kneel down to look at her closed eyes.
Tears slowly escape my eyes as I see her helpless form lay still on the ground. I look up at Coach and find her hardened gaze slowly break and realize that Spencer is slowly stirring underneath me.
"You know you're even more beautiful when you cry?" She weakly states before trying to stand up.
Coach bends down and places her hand on Spencer's shoulder, halting all movements from the stirring blonde. "You just lay down for a second. You got hit in the head pretty good."
I smile at the blonde and grab her hand. "I'm sorry."
"No," She starts before sitting up slowly, waving off help from the coach. "I should've told you sooner."
We stare at each other for a second, before cracking into wide grins.
"Just kiss and make up already!" Kayla's voice rings out from somewhere near the south goal and Spencer's grin widens as I take her head in my hands slowly. Our lips connect and the whole gym breaks out into applause and I think there was a cat-call somewhere in there. That was probably Kayla. Bitch.
Coach blows the whistle again and breaks up our moment.
Spencer lays her hand on the side of her head. "Seriously coach? My head is killing me."
"There will be no kissing in my practice." She states before pointing towards the locker room. "Now Carlin. Get out of my gym and get some rest."
Spencer just nods slowly, still cradling her head. Coach then turns to me, "Davies, I expect to see you here tomorrow."
"Yes ma'am." I say respectively and slowly lead Spencer towards the green double doors to the locker room..
"Thank you, Ash." Spencer lays her head on my shoulder as we walk.
"Like you said yesterday. We have a whole year to figure it out." I smile at her slightly. "Plus, I want to spend that year with you."
"Good, because I don't want to let you go." She starts as she reaches for her green gym bag.
"You're not that bad to look at." She mocks me slightly before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the locker room and back into reality.
Author's Note: This chapter felt more like a filler than the last one. I think this is going to end soon; because I'm planning on a sequel sometime in the near future. However, the epilogue chapter is basically going to wrap up most of the loose ends (ex: Kyla and Aiden, senior year, college, and other fun stuff like that). Thank you all for the feedback, it really helped me get back into writing this again. I'm not going to disable anonymous reviews, because I know what it's like to not have an account. Onto the reviewer responses (just because I haven't been updating regularly)…
To lnkmstr10: I actually enjoyed some parts of the anonymous review. I was actually smiling by the end of it. Thank you for calling me great. I've read all your stories and I believe you're pretty talented yourself.
To imaferrari: SFSU = the diversion. 3000 miles is a lot but, like always, Spashley prevails in some way. Or maybe not. You'll have to wait and see.
To Your Relentless Lover: Ashley likes to overreact; that's most definitely true in the show. And all throughout my story. I've just recently noticed that. Thanks for pointing it out. Thank you for reviewing all the time.
To Doesitmeanjustice: I wanted to go to SFSU so bad in my sophomore year. I love everything about the school. But life (and my parents) got in the way. Thanks for loving the story!
Okay, I think I'm done with this AN (probably not). I love getting reviews. Anonymous or not. So keep them coming. I plan to make the next update super long. So it might be a little bit. But it should wrap everything up. Thanks for sticking with me.
Love,
Liz
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