Spencer is amazing. Seriously, like the most amazing girl in the world. Ya know how I was freaking out about school? I mean, c'mon, I missed months of school! Well leave it to my baby to collect every assignment. When I asked her why the hell she would do that, she said because she hoped that I would go back. So after begging and pleading and making up assignments, I am back at King High. Yay. Oh, and I get to do double community service, but Spencer's happy.
I've been working really hard to catch up: staying after school, doing my homework, talking to teachers. For some reason my teachers are actually giving me a chance. My first day back was pretty entertaining. Everyone looked like at me like I rose form the dead or something. My teachers seemed surprise when I dumped half a semester's load of work on their desks: they didn't expect me to come back. Spencer was beaming the whole day. Over half of the school was talking about the return of Ashley Davies. Like I said, amusing. Apparently one fucker didn't hear about my return. I caught him harassing Spencer. Stupid sophomore. He was literally cowering in fear when I walked up behind Spencer. Oh yeah, Ashley Davies is back.
And I'm in it for blood.
Or to get sex back. Yeah… I just really wanted sex…
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-Spencer's Pov-
I ended up telling my dad that Ashley was going through a rough time, but decided to go back to school. He was letting me go over and help her study, even said she could come over for diner… which I decided not to tell Ashley about yet. During lunch, I decided to text Ashley to see if she even wanted me to come over and help her study; she was in the library right now. Even though she was doing better, she still got a little… cranky. I think it was the pressure and lack of sex over the past week or so that was getting to her.
S: Hey. Is it ok if Is come over?
A few seconds later, I got her reply.
A: Yeah baby. Id like that
S: :D Uhm, could you give me a ride
A: will u be wearing your cheerleading uniform?
S: Im wearing it now
No less than a second after I sent it, did my phone vibrate.
A: Can I pick u up now!?
I rolled my eyes.
S: Ill c u after school. love u
A: luv u 2 baby
I could feel the smile spread across my face at the relief of her last message.
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-Ashley's Pov-
After catching up (with a lot of help form Spencer) I now have a B+ in photography, a B- in journalism, a C in government and a C+ in French. I got a D in psychology (ironic, right?). Right now though I couldn't concentrate on my assignment. All I could think about was Spencer in that sexy uniform……..………………
15 minutes later
Oh, shit, I have to get to class!
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I saw her before she spotted me. Unnn, she looks good in that uniform…. Mmm….. Anyways, she soon spotted me and ran over. Damn, she looks good running in that uniform…
"Ash?"
"Uh? Wha- oh… hey." A funny smirk crossed her features as she climbed into my Mustang.
"What are you thinking? You look like you're in a trance." I pulled out of King High before reply.
"I'm just thinking about ripping that little uniform off and having my way with you." I say nonchalantly.
"Ashey!" I grinned and looked over, catching a deep blush that spread across her face then turned back towards the road. "You look better today."
"Yeah, well… being sane does that to a person." I rubbed my temple.
"Your head ok?"
"Yeah. Thanks… just a little head ache."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine!" I snapped. Sighing I tried to back peddle. "Sorry, baby… I'm really trying, but sometimes these withdrawals get me a little on edge. Don't take it personally." I caught her leaning over. The press of her lips against my cheek felt so warm.
"It's ok. I'm just glad you're ok."
"I will be." I reached blindly into my back pocket to pull out one of my vices. I light the Dajurm Black and switched it to the side of my mouth by the window – away from Spencer.
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My back was up against the backboard and Spencer was lying closer to the end of the bed and well, I was really, really horny. Like, unbelievable, I want to take her right now over and over again, kinky, horny. I started to run my hand up and down Spencer leg. I noticed that if I turned my head to the correct angel, I got a really good view of her ass.
"Baby," I husked. "Why don't you take a break?"
"I gotta finish this assignment first, plus I got a major head ache." Groaning I flopped back down on the mattress and closed my eyes.
"Babe, what's wrong."
"Mimmannamipmoo." I mumbled into the pillows. I felt the bed dip a little as Spencer moved around. Her hands soothingly rubbed my back.
"Honey, are you feeling sick? Do you need to get some rest?" I flipped over, meeting Spencer's worried look.
"I wanna fuck you." It came out more as a question than a statement. Spencer's eyebrows rose as she looked at me. Slowly she bent down. Yes, yes, yes yesss! Her lips pressed gently against mine.
"You have a hand." She whispered against my lips.
"Babbbyyy." I groaned. This sucked. I was going crazy. "I'm getting a drink, you want anything?" I decided I needed to get away from her sexyness. She shook her head no and went back to her assignment rubbing her temples.
-Spencer's Pov-
I reached down to grab the notebook that I had set on the floor. My hand brushed against something so I leaned down farther. I noticed it was a stack of magazines. My curiosity got the best of me, so – putting my assignment aside – I got off the bed, onto my knees, and pulled the stack forward. My tummy twisted as I noticed the names of all the magazines: Playboy, Penthouse and others. The first ten were really recent. I picked one up and set it on the bed before opening it. There were girls dressed in practically nothing in these seductive poses. I looked at the blonde on the page, looking at her breast them mine. I tried to push mine up; feeling worse when I noticed this page was dog-eared. Apparently Ashley visited this page quiet a bit. I jumped, my heart beating rapidly when I heard footsteps. Soon the magazines where back in their place and I was back on the bed feeling awful not counting the pounding in my head.
"Ya sure you don't want anything. Aren't you hungry?" I looked up to find Ashley taking a sip of her Sprite.
"No… I – I think I should get home." She gave me a quizzical look and set her drink down.
"Baby, are you ok?" I nodded and started to gather my things.
"I talk to you later Ash." I began to walk past her when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Kiss?"
"Oh, oh right." Closing her eyes, Ashley leaned in, but I just pecked her quickly on the lips. Her hand around my wrist stopped me from leaving again.
"Ok, now I know something's wrong."
"No Ashley… nothing's wrong." I couldn't meet her eyes. She led me over to the bed and sat me down. Ashley kneeled between my legs.
"Spencer, what did I do?" The concern in her eyes killed me.
"Nothing… I just don't feel well." She caressed my face.
"Aww, my poor baby. You do look a little pale."
"I'm kinda tired too." I pouted.
"How 'bout you take a nap and I can make you some soup. I'll call Chelsea that you guys can go shopping another day."
"Not soon… I'm – I'm uh, I decided to save my money for something."
"And what's that gorgeous?" I looked at my feet embarrassed.
"Nothing…" I mumbled.
"C'mon, you can tell me. What is it Spence."
"It's stupid."
"Please." A little pout married her feature.
"Implants…" I said feeling the bright red flush cover my face.
"What? Why? That's stupid Spencer. Why the hell would you want to do something like that?" Her tone was sharp – I pissed her off.
"I told you it was stupid." I said dejectedly.
"Spencer look at me… Spencer." She growled my name and my eyes drifted shamefully up to her angry brown ones. My chin trembled. I didn't want her to be mad at me.
"I – I – I just wa, wanted to saaatisfly you like (sniff) the girls in th – those magazinesss." I began to cry.
Ashley's Pov –
My eyes soften immediately. I knew I should have gotten rid of those – or at least hid them better. I can't believe Spencer is so worried about her body image – she's beautiful. Then again, most 15-year-old girls are.
"Spence…" I began to take of her socks then I pulled her uniform top over her head. "You're perfect." I kissed her forehead before removing her skirt. Choosing a pink camisole and a pair of white pajamas with paw prints on them – not sure why I have these – and walked back over to Spencer. After talking a few seconds to admire her near naked form I dressed her, pulled the covers back, picked her up and tucked her in. My lips brushed against her forehead. "Get some rest angel." Spencer wouldn't let go of my hand; I smiled down lovingly at her. "Want me to snuggle with you?" She nodded sleepily. I climbed on in and took Spencer into my arms.
"'M sorry." I continued to stroke her hair.
"I'm sorry I freaked out… I just couldn't stand the thought of anything changing about you." Spencer snuggled farther into my arms. Her stomach growled making me laugh.
"Someone's hugry." I joked. "Want me to make you something."
"No, I'm ok. I had a big lunch actually." My browns furrowed at that.
"I thought you said you had to skip it." She shifted nervously in my arms.
"Yeah… well… I got something on the way here." At this I sat up.
"Spencer, you came home with me. We didn't stop for any food." Her eyes darted around, never making contact with mine. "Spencer…. What's going on?"
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