"She's not in there," Madison declared after searching the bathroom with Chelsea and Ashley.
"Now what?" Clay threw his hands up hopelessly.
"I shouldn't have let her go by her self," Ashley breathed out.
"Look why don't we split up," Chelsea offered.
"Okay yeah, sounds good. I'll go back the way we came maybe we missed her." Ashley started backing away. The group split up to search for the girl.
Ashley probed the hallways, every head of blond hair was potentially Spencer, and every time is wasn't her heart dropped another few inches toward her stomach. Where could she be? Is she hurting or scared? What if some how someone left the access door open to the roof and now she's up there going to jump? "Damn it Spence where are you?" she said out loud.
Music flowed into the hallway; she made a beeline toward the sound. Relief washed over her body, there was Spencer sitting in a swivel chair with a smooth cherry word acoustic guitar in her lap. Mr. Mantinez sitting in a chair behind her, his legs on either side of her and Spencer's back was pushed tightly to his chest, his hands reached around cupping hers, guiding her fingers over the strings.
She leaned in the door way, crossing her arms, staring at the scene. Spencer had her eyes closed, a peaceful concentration look upon her face and a sly half smile placed gentle on her lips. It was the first time Ashley had seen her girlfriend content in the past few months. Mr. Mantinez stood up, "Okay Spencer now you try...do exactly what I just showed you." She nodded and closed her eyes again, concentrating on moving her fingers.
Again sensing a presence he glanced over and saw the brunette, he nodded toward her and she smiled before turning around and leaving. Knowing this was Spencer's next class and that the teacher had things handled, Ashley made her way back to the quad and explained to everyone else that she found Spencer but kept the little part of her playing guitar to her self.
The bell rang signally the end of lunch, "Time for class Spencer," Mr. Mantinez smiled taking his guitar back from her, "You sure you've never played before?"
"Yep," Kids began to pour in taking their seats, "Are there assigned seating?" she asked.
"Nope, take a seat where ever." He replied walking into his office. She quickly made her way to the front of the class room, sitting in the middle row so she had a perfect view of the white board.
"Class settle down," Mr. Mantinez came back in once the late bell rang, "Today we'll be continuing learning how to read music." A few groans escaped the lazy students but he didn't falter, "Take out the sheet I handed out yesterday."
Spencer glanced around feeling out of place, this was her first day but everyone else had been here for almost two weeks. She was behind and for the first time in the day it bothered her, "Here."
She turned her head to met a pair of sapphire blue eyes, the girl smiled as she laid a piece of paper on Spencer's desk, "I make copies of all my homework so you can have this extra one...oh I'm Brenda by the way." She held out her hand. Spencer stared at the girl's hand then back up to her eyes.
"Spencer," she replied shyly without taking the other teen's hand. Something about Brenda didn't feel right, who copies their homework? Spencer thought while looking down at the paper, most kids pray to lose it.
"You don't talk much do you?" Spencer shrugged her shoulders, Brenda leaned forward pushing a loose strand of blond hair behind Spencer's ear before whispering, "I like that." Spencer glanced over quickly at the other girl who was now sitting perfectly in her seat taking notes with what ever Mr. Mantinez was talking about.
Now matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the lecture the same sentence repeated over and over in her head...I don't like her...I don't like her...I don't like her...I don't like her...I don't like her...God I really really don't like her!
"Spencer?"
HUH, "What?" she asked clearing her mind.
"Class is over," Mr. Mantinez laughed. She looked around the room to find the kids flying out, Brenda already gone as well.
"Sorry," she stood packing up her things.
"No need to apologize. Hey look Spencer all the guitars are gone in the class," he watched her eyes drop to the ground, "but if you bring in one of your own I would love to teach you."
"Really?" he nodded, "Oh but I don't have one."
"Aren't you dating Ashley Davies?" he wondered.
"Oh yeah I' am, she's like really into music and has a drum set and guitars." She said looking out into the hallway wondering where Ashley was.
Ashley sat in her forth period class, psychology. The first class since she was thirteen to catch her interest. She had her notebook out and instead of pictures or the cute Ash heart Spence all over the page she had actual notes. Her mind followed along with every word the teacher spoke, ever letter written on the white board.
"So does any one remember what the definition of Psychology is?" Mr. Gray shot a pointed look at his students, most hunched over in their seats or staring at anything but him. Except Ashley Davies, number one delinquent at King High, "Ashley?"
Her eyes went wide for a second, no teacher ever called on her to answer a question, "Well...uh..." she racked her brain for the answer, she'd been paying attention so why couldn't she come up with it.
"I see you were dosing off again," he shook his head moving his body to sit at the edge of his desk while looking for his next victim.
"The science dealing with behavior, mind and thought or emotional and behavioral characteristics of an individual, group or activity." All mouths hung open, not one person had their eyes anywhere but on Ashley Davies, who all of a sudden felt self conscious, "That's right...right?" she asked searching her notes, glancing at the stunned teacher than back at her notes.
"Right...exactly right," Mr. Gray shook his head, "Well done Miss. Davies." She smiled and he kept on with the lecture, than had the class silently read.
Ashley eagerly read thru the pages, the more she read the more it related to Spencer and what she was going thru which made the subject even more fascinating. She felt like she was some how getting inside her girlfriend's head, "Miss. Davies?"
"Yeah?" she asked with out looking up.
"Class is over," her head shot up. It couldn't be, she was suppose to be gone already to pick up Spencer. "I see you're really into this subject." Mr. Gray tried to induce a conversation.
"I'd really love to chat but I'm late," she rushed to grab her things.
"Right," he sighed and she heard the disappointment in his voice.
"Rain check?" she asked once standing in the door way, Mr. Gray stared at her, "I would actually like to chat about depression and post traumatic stress disorder, I know we're not dealing with those subjects directly or until later on but..."
"No...Yeah, I mean sure we can talk about that."
"Cool, so tomorrow?" she asked.
"You don't have this class tomorrow."
"I know, I was thinking lunch maybe. If you don't mind?" Ashley shifted her bag to her other shoulder.
"No problem, see you then." Mr. Gray smiled as he locked his door almost running to the teachers lounge once she was out of sight to brag about Ashley Davies paying attention in his class and actually liking the subject.
Ashley rushed thru the crowd, praying that Spencer stayed in the class to wait for her, "Hey Ash what's the rush?" Clay grabbed her arms making her jerk back.
"I'm late...picking up Spence," she said between gasping for lungs full of air.
"Don't worry, I thought you might have fell asleep during class...you know psychology, boring. Any way I went over there, she's talking with Mr. Mantinez." Clay shrugged, "Come on let's get her and go home."
The two made their way into the music room, the teacher and Spencer were huddled over a desk with Mr. Mantinez writing something down and Spencer nodding her head, "You ready to go?" Ashley called out. Spencer spun around waving her girlfriend over frantically, "What's up?"
"Okay so all the guitars are gone for the class and I really want to try playing it and Mr. Mantinez said I can use one of my own but I don't have one but you do and we were talking and maybe I could borrow one of yours but I get it if you don't want to with my track record but I'll be careful I promise."
"Breath," Ashley used her hands and took a large over dramatized breath. Spencer stopped talking and did as Ashley said, "Yes you can borrow one of mine."
Spencer squealed and tackled Ashley to the soft carpeted floor of the music room, lips crashing together, hands tangling in hair, perfumes blanketing each of them with the others smell. The world fell away and it was just the two of them, Spencer slipped her leg between Ashley's parting them to get closer, her body fully laid flat on the brunette's who truly didn't mind.
"Girls!" Mr. Mantinez cleared his throat, the two teens pulled away laughing at how flushed the older man looked.
Than they looked at each other again, brown and blue, the sky and the ground locked at one, "Did I tell you how much I love your thank you's?" Ashley asked, their faces so close her breath washed over Spencer.
"No," Spencer shook her head with a sly smile creeping up her lips.
"Well I love them and I love you," she kissed her again both still lying flat on the floor.
"Okay...okay get out of here," Mr. Mantinez said in a fake Italian voice ushering the teens off the floor and towards the door.
"How come I never get thanked like that?" Clay pouted as he opened the doors allowing the two girls to exit before him. Just as he stepped outside Spencer tackled him back into the wall and kissed him on the check, "Never mind let's just stick with 'Thank you Clay'"
"Thank you Clay," Ashley and Spencer said in sing song before the three started laughing and making their way to the parking lot.
Spencer stopped short causing Clay to bump into her, "What's wrong?"
No one needed to tell him as he followed her eyes to Ashley's car, there Aiden stood leaning against the metal holding tightly to his back pack.
TBC.