Chapter 25: The Heat is On
"How did that happen?" Logan licks her fingers and tosses her granola bar wrapper into the trash can. "Your mom just signed a lease for you?"
I squint at Logan. It's an easy enough answer to give. Yes. But I know my best friend. She wants to have a conversation about this. Not just one of those discussions to get answers. It's going to lead to her trying to be all comforty because she knows my mom is a bitch that has been waiting to get me out of her house every since she found out I liked girls. So I just nod before taking a drink of my coffee and glance toward the parking lot.
"Is her mom letting her come back?" I don't know how the fuck she can read me like that. Like staring at the parking lot automatically assumes I'm looking for Spencer.
"Yeah." I flip my feet over the bench and lean back watching people file in.
"Are you going to tell her?" She stands up, grabbing her bag, and sits down next to me.
I look over at her with my best, 'are you serious?' look. "Like she wouldn't find out?" I sigh and turn my attention back toward the parking lot. Um... What the hell is that?!
"What the hell is that?" Logan says, pointing at the two people walking in our direction. I can't move mygaze from theirclasped handsswinging happily between them.
It's only when they finally approach us, that my eyes travel up her arm, over her shoulder, up her neck, over her nose and stare intensely into hers. I think there is conversation happening between that girlfriend stealer Aiden and Logan. I wouldn't know, becauseSpencer and I are having a conversation of our own. I'masking her'What are you doing?' and I can't tell what she is answering. It looks like 'Sorry', but my rising blood temperature is messing with my ability to translate.
OK, I'm done. This is drama. I don't do drama. I don't do relationships. I'm blaming it all on temporary insanity brought on by a blonde tingler with magical powers. I'm so pissed off right now. Grrrrrrrr. How can we get get throughanything together when she pulls shit like this? I grab my bag and quickly jump up to leave. But before I get very far, I feel Spencer grab onto my wrist, effectively stopping me. I whip around angrily and raise my arm to break free of her grasp. "Don't."
Logan pokes me in the shoulder and I turn to glare at her. What? Do I have a signon me that says 'Touch me' or something?She nods her headtoward the parking lot and I follow her gaze.
Walking sheepishly into the quad, with her head hung low, over sized sunglasses covering her face, and her arms crossed as if trying to protect herself, is none other than Madison Duarte. We watch as she makes her way to her normal table. Her cheer bitch minions don't appear to be happy with her. I can't help the smirk that has formed on my face as Sherry animatedly wails her arms all about before taking Madison's bag and throwing it at the lockers. I guess thatmeans they don't want her around. OK, this is too good to pass up. . "Hey, YouTube!".
I slowly saunter up to Madison as she's picking her bag up off the floor. She stands up, and I'm only inches away from her face.I reachup and slowly pull her sunglasses off so I can look her in the eyes. "Wow." I flash an evil smile. "It must be a dream come true for you." I straighten the collar on her flannel shirt. "Instant star."
She swats my hands away and makes an attempt to retrieve her sunglasses. But I'm too quick for her and step back waving them through the air. "What? You want these?" I can see that she's embarrassed. And the fact that she hasn't made any snide remark in retaliation does not go unnoticed. I feel bad for a second, before I remember that she put me in the hospital. "Karma's a bitch." I toss the sunglasses at her feet. "You lay a finger on any of my friends again..." And what? What would I do? "You know what?" I walk up and lean to whisper into her ear. "You're not even worth it."
As I make my way off to the parking lot, I hear people whispering words like 'gay', 'kissing', 'lesbian', and 'Madison', mixed with general giggling and laughter. And I'm so pissed off. I thought that humiliating her would make me happy. That I would get some satisfaction by doing to her what she did to me and Logan. What is wrong with me?! I should be giggling and laughing too! I glance upand see Logan, Aiden and Spencer watching me. Spencer. That's why. It's like nothing else matters to me anymore. I lock eyes with her as I continue my path in the direction of my car.Have youever had one of those real-life moments that seem to play out in slow motion? This is one of those times. I'm pretty sure that a million thoughts have passed through my head in the few seconds of our intense gaze. The last one being 'You're going to break my heart'.
I shake the thought out of my head and make sure to add a self deprecating chuckle. Because even as bad-ass as I think I am...
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"There!" I point to the corner of my new bedroom. "Right THERE!"
Oh my god.I know Christine did this on purpose. She hired help that doesn't speakEnglish just to make my life hell.
I watch as theover-sized Hispanic gentleman dropsthe boxin front of the bed. "Hello?!" I start to nudge the box with my shins. "I SAID overTHERE." Push.Scoot. Push. Scoot. "No comprende?!"
Bzzzzzzz
I hear the man laugh as I reach for my phone. "No. I don't understand English at all." He says perfectly. He's still laughing as he walks out of the apartment. Oh no he didn't.
"What?!" I yell in frustration to no one as I flip open the phone to read the message.
Come pick me up
Really?! I cut school for a reason. I glance at the clock. 4:25 p.m.
I type back. School got out 2 hours ago. I'm busy. Call Aiden.
Bzzzzzzz
I sigh as I see the picture she just sent of herself pouting with her big full lips and her bright blue eyes. Grabbing my purse from the dresser, I say with exaggeration, "The tingles beckon!". God... I need to stop being such a pushover.
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Pulling into the empty parking lot, I see Spencer sitting on the curb. She huffs as she gets up, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "What took you so long? You only live like 5 minutes away."
I just stare at her with annoyance.
I'm still mad at you. YES, I am SO not whipped by you.
She gets in and I pull out and turn the corner in the direction of her house. It doesn't take long for her to speak. "Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you home." Did she not text me and ask for a ride home?
"Oh." She adjusts in her seat. "I was hoping you would take me to your house."I can see her turn to face me from my peripheral vision. "We probably should talk."
OK. So I don't know why I'm having a lot of anxiety about telling her the truth. That my mom moved me out. If it was yesterday? No problem. But today she was holding hands with Aiden. And I KNOW that it doesn't mean anything. I know Spencer Carlin. She devised this plan so that she could come back to school. It's all a cover up for what she really wants. Me. I get it. I don't need to be told. The PROBLEM is, that I specifically asked her to stay away from Aiden. She has to stop doing things without thinking first. Without talking to me. And I guess I'm just annoyed that she didn't think about how it would make me feel to see that this morning. I suddenly feel the increasing need to put up walls to protect myself. Ashley Davies doesn't get hurt. She hurts other people. "Nothing to talk about." I deadpan.
Again, through my peripheral vision, I see her nod and look out her window. I quickly glance over at her and can see that sheisslumpedagainst the door with her foreheadresting against her cupped hand.She's frowning while biting her lip and looking very pensive. Shit. Not the cupping of the hand!I AM whipped!And now I just feel shitty. Because she did it for us. She could have opted to NOT pretend to be with Aiden and stayed confined to her home. Which would mean no 'us' time. And that really would suck, I have to admit. So I do what anysucker girlfriend would do. Iflip a bitch and head back to myloft.
"What are you doing?"I'mgetting less cool by the minute.
"My house."Short and sweet. Yup. Davies is gaining back the cool points.
She doesn't say anything, so I look overat her only to be met with those beautiful blue eyes thatafflictsmewith a shortage ofoxygen.When she bashfully darts her eyes away, I'm left with the weirdest sensation. The tingles are no longer in my arms. No. I feel the tingles in my chest now. Huh.
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"Well... at least your mom didn't skimp on the accommodations." She is slowly walking around my loft, running her fingers over the different pieces of furniture and memorizing the floor plan.
"It wasn't really up to her... exactly." I'm fiddling with the hem of my shirt. Why am I so nervous to tell her this?
She walks into the kitchen and yells "What do you mean?"
I follow her and lean one shoulder against the wall, watching her open and close all of the cupboards. "It's my money, Spencer."
I'm surprised when she doesn't even look at me and continues her investigative work on myappliances. "What do you need two coffee makers for?"
"One is for espresso and the other is for regular coffee." I roll my eyes. "And did you hear me?"
"It's your money" She confirms while she opens the fridge.
"I got my inheritance early. So I'm basically rich now. You can totally drop out of school and be my stay at home bitch." I play.
She closes the fridge and turns to face me. "You were already rich." She walks up to me and places her hands over my cheeks. "But I'm notwith youfor your money." I feel her soft lips brush over mine lightly before she pulls back with a serious expression. "I know I freaked you out earlier at school."
I shrug. "Whatever." I'm such a hypocrite. I blame her for not talking to me. Now I suddenly feel awkward and don't want tohave a conversation about it.And to top it all off, my feet are carrying me away from her and into my bedroom. I am such a shitty girlfriend.
I kick off my heels and rummage out a t-shirt and track pants from the box in the corner. Yes, that box. I begin to pull my halter top off when I feel a body pressed against my back and arms reaching around to cup my breasts. My arms are frozen above my head. I feel her fingers trace circles around my nipples before they trail ever so slowly up my arms where she helps to completely remove the article of clothing. My body is in hyper mode right now. My knees almost buckle when I feel her nibble my ear. Then that moist muscle of hers licks the entire length of my industrial piercing and I am done. I can't take it anymore so I turn around and kiss her with a passion I didn't know I was capable of. The ache between my legs is unbearable. I don't care what happened today. I love her. So I'm good. We can fuck.
I frantically unbutton and then unzip her jeans. "God, I love the sound of that." She husks into my ear. Which only turns me on even more. Jesus.
Her shirt comes off in one motion, and then I aminstantly attacking her mouth and dueling with her tongue as I push her down to the bed, falling on top of her. Our hands and lips are roaming everywhere. It's so quick and hungry. Sometime amidst all of our lustful intention, our bras were discarded. Although I can't remember that because I'm lost in the sensation of her biting in between my breasts. Oh yeah. I don't remember us switching positions either. How did she end up on top? Oh I don't care. My hands are buried in her blonde locks and guiding her head lower.
Parents just don't understand!
Spencer groans, sits up to straddle me and fishes her phone at of her back pocket. "Hi, Mom." I reach out and pinch one of her nipples which elicits a small gasp as she swats my hand away. "I'm sorry. I came over to Madison's after practice." I poke my finger out to draw circles around her belly button. She reaches down to still my finger and gives me a very pointed look. "No. I just... We're going over routines. Is it alright if I stay over tonight?" Thatquestion just completely electrified me. Spencer in my bed all night? I flip her over so that she is on her back and absolutely adore the shocked face she gifts me with. I start to pull down her pants and underwear. There is absolutely nothing she can do about it. Yes, I'm evil. But you have to admit. This is totally hot. "She can take me to school in the morning." I throw her pants someplace. Who really needs to keep track of where clothing lands? I spread her legs, which is a struggle...believe me. She's really fighting it. But I can't be denied. I wrap my arms under her legs and over her hips. When I am only centimeters away from where she needs me most, I look up and lock eyes. with her. "Mom, I have to go." She rushes out when she sees that I am not fooling around about this. Of course, patience isn't my virtue, so I run my tongue the entire length of her slit before wrapping my lips around her hardened clit. She moans, which only urges me on to suck harder. "Nothing. I... um.. I just.. I'll talk to you tomorrow." she forces out before tossing her phone to the other side of the bed.
I feel my head forcefully being yanked up by my hair. "Ooow, Spencer!"
"You are definitely going to pay for that." God I hope so. Ouch! She still has a death grip on my hair and pulls me up to her. "Take off your pants." she speaks into my mouth. Ooooo. Take charge, Spencer. Who am I to disobey? I stand up, hovering over her with a foot on both sides of her waist. OK, so taking your jeans off while standing on a mattress is a lot harder than you would think, but I manage to accomplish the task without crashing down and injuring her. She pulls me down so that I'm straddling her.
"Spencer! You liked this position that much, huh?" I ask in faux surprise.
She nods and bites her lip as I feel her hand reach down and herfingers slip between my folds. Mmmmm. She has the best fingers. Have I mentioned that? They're like... magic. I suddenly have that one song in my head. You can do Magic. You can do anything that you desire. You know damn well, when you cast your spell...I was overwhelmed with her entering me with several fingers that I forgot that I had a part to play in this 'position'. I reach around behind me and my fingers find her entrance immediately. There is no time for teasing. This is about raw, lustful, we-need-to-get-off now, sex. I'm riding her fingers and and she's thrusting her wet center into my hand. We have a perfect pace set between us and I have to admit, I like this position too. Oh god...she just found the spot. "Right there, Spence." I breathe out quickly. I'm trying to hold on. Waiting for Spencer to get there with me, but it's futile. A sudden wave of blood rushes through my body which forces me to clamp down inside of Spencer. That effectively pushes her over the edge as I collapse on top of her. Breathing heavily.
"I love you, Ash." She speaks into my messy hair.
"I love you too, Spence." I push myself up to kiss her softly.
I pull away and get lost her in eyes. It's at this moment that I realize that it doesn't matter if you make love or fuck your girlfriend. In the end, it's all about the love. And those tingles? Not in my chest. They are definitely more in the vicinity of my heart.
"Spencer?!"
We both raise our eyebrows in fright. And as if we were synchronized, our heads slowly and tentativelyturn to that device laying on the bed just a few feet away.
"Spencer, get back on this phone right now, dammit!"
Um... I wonder if Paula will buy thatwe were justpracticingsomecheerleading routine...