A/N: OK, here I am bringing you another chapter of this story. Hope you are
all enjoying it! But
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Spinelli spun around, coming face to face with the popular Ashley Q. Spinelli sighed. The last thing she wanted at that moment was to deal with an Ashley, especially one that seemed to be oozing with fake sympathy.
"What do you want, Ashley Q?" Spinelli demanded as she fixed her runny eye makeup, glaring at her through the mirror.
"I know you are making yourself sick. I heard you force yourself to throw up and tell yourself it was going to be the last time. You are slowly killing yourself, Spinelli, you have a problem, and I want to help you." Ashley Q. tried to put her hand on Spinelli's shoulder, but the tiny raven haired girl jumped back as if she had been burned.
"Problem?" Spinelli growled, glaring at the red haired girl standing before her. "How dare you accuse me of having a problem? Do I look like some sort of crazy freak who would go through such extremes to lose weight? Do I even look like I want to lose weight? Why don't you go back to worrying about your looks and making your boyfriend happy and stay out of my life!" Spinelli tossed her makeup back in her bag and attempted to leave, but Ashley Q. stopped her.
"Look, you might not see it now, but you do have a problem, a problem that can kill you," Ashley Q. said, sitting on the edge of a sink. "I know we aren't exactly the best of friends, but that doesn't mean I want you to get hurt or die. My cousin died from a heart problem related to anorexia and bulimia, and I don't want to see anyone else suffer the way she did."
"That is very sad, and I am sorry your cousin died, but that doesn't mean I have a problem, and if you dare mention to anyone that you think I do, I will beat you up so bad, people would need a DNA test to see who the hell you are!" Spinelli threatened, clenching her fists.
"OK, so if you don't have a problem, then how do you explain all the trips to the bathroom where you throw up? Don't you dare deny it, because I noticed it for the past week."
"What are you, my freaking stalker or something?" Spinelli asked, looking at the other girl as if she were nuts.
"Of course not, like I would waste my time stalking you," Ashley Q. said snottily, taking out her lip gloss and reapplying it. "I just happen to have been in here when you have been getting sick, and I am concerned. Excuse me for living!"
"Well, it is mighty sweet to see an Ashley with concern for something other than herself, but I am not making myself sick. The truth of the matter is, I have a stomach bug and eating rancid cafeteria food every day doesn't help matters any."
"So if you are so sick, why are you even in school?" Ashley Q. demanded, hoping that her constant questioning would finally get Spinelli to break.
"OK, Miss Detective, if you remember, I missed a ton of school when my parents died, due to funeral services, memorial services and court appearances so I can finally have a place to live! Not to mention all the school I missed when that nasty virus was going around in September. I was told by the dean that if I miss any more school, it would jeopardize graduation, and I don't know about you, but I want to get out of this hell hole of a town as fast as possible and start a new life in college. That is why I am here, even though I am sick and barfing my brains out everyday. Case closed!" Spinelli smirked at the other girl, hoping that she would buy the excuse that she had come up with at random.
"OK, Spinelli," Ashley Q. said sweetly, smiling at her. "Now that you put it that way, it all does make sense. I mean, you do want to graduate and go off to college with TJ right? You two are both going to the same school right?"
"Yeah, we're both going to a state school," Spinelli answered, hoping that this meant that Ashley Q. was through with her role as Washington High Detective, and would finally leave her alone.
"That's sweet, two best friends in the same school, all us Ashleys are going to Florida," Ashley Q. bragged. "But anyway, you should really see a doctor for that stomach flu then, even if you do have to go to school, you should still be on some sort of medication to get better." Ashley Q. looked at her, wondering if she would agree to follow her advice.
"Nah, I'm really fine, its probably food poisoning or something, or some sort of bug. It will go away on its own eventually. Thank you for worrying though, and I really am sorry about your cousin," Spinelli said, hugging her, an action that shocked the both of them, but Ashley Q. returned the hug anyway.
"You're welcome Spinelli," Ashley Q. said with a smile. "Feel better,"
"Thank you, Ashley Q." Spinelli gave her one last smile before she left the bathroom to head for her next class.
"I don't care what she says, I know there is a problem, her excuses were so bogus," Ashley Q. thought to herself as she stood in front of the mirror. "Now if there were only a way I could help her, before she ends up like my cousin Elisa." Ashley Q. left the bathroom and walked down the hall, hoping the person she was looking for was in school that day and not at a seminar or something.
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A/N: Dude, it was Ashley Q!!!! Who saw that coming? Who is she looking for? What does she have up her sleeve? Will she use her knowledge for good, or to spread some evil gossip? Will we ever know who wrote the book of love? Find out next chapter! Please R/R, but remember the golden rule, if you can't say something nice, don't say it at all! Happy reading!
first:
LilVickiRyan: LOL! Are you right? Check to find out!
Depressed Sweden-Lover: Thank you and stay tuned!
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Spinelli spun around, coming face to face with the popular Ashley Q. Spinelli sighed. The last thing she wanted at that moment was to deal with an Ashley, especially one that seemed to be oozing with fake sympathy.
"What do you want, Ashley Q?" Spinelli demanded as she fixed her runny eye makeup, glaring at her through the mirror.
"I know you are making yourself sick. I heard you force yourself to throw up and tell yourself it was going to be the last time. You are slowly killing yourself, Spinelli, you have a problem, and I want to help you." Ashley Q. tried to put her hand on Spinelli's shoulder, but the tiny raven haired girl jumped back as if she had been burned.
"Problem?" Spinelli growled, glaring at the red haired girl standing before her. "How dare you accuse me of having a problem? Do I look like some sort of crazy freak who would go through such extremes to lose weight? Do I even look like I want to lose weight? Why don't you go back to worrying about your looks and making your boyfriend happy and stay out of my life!" Spinelli tossed her makeup back in her bag and attempted to leave, but Ashley Q. stopped her.
"Look, you might not see it now, but you do have a problem, a problem that can kill you," Ashley Q. said, sitting on the edge of a sink. "I know we aren't exactly the best of friends, but that doesn't mean I want you to get hurt or die. My cousin died from a heart problem related to anorexia and bulimia, and I don't want to see anyone else suffer the way she did."
"That is very sad, and I am sorry your cousin died, but that doesn't mean I have a problem, and if you dare mention to anyone that you think I do, I will beat you up so bad, people would need a DNA test to see who the hell you are!" Spinelli threatened, clenching her fists.
"OK, so if you don't have a problem, then how do you explain all the trips to the bathroom where you throw up? Don't you dare deny it, because I noticed it for the past week."
"What are you, my freaking stalker or something?" Spinelli asked, looking at the other girl as if she were nuts.
"Of course not, like I would waste my time stalking you," Ashley Q. said snottily, taking out her lip gloss and reapplying it. "I just happen to have been in here when you have been getting sick, and I am concerned. Excuse me for living!"
"Well, it is mighty sweet to see an Ashley with concern for something other than herself, but I am not making myself sick. The truth of the matter is, I have a stomach bug and eating rancid cafeteria food every day doesn't help matters any."
"So if you are so sick, why are you even in school?" Ashley Q. demanded, hoping that her constant questioning would finally get Spinelli to break.
"OK, Miss Detective, if you remember, I missed a ton of school when my parents died, due to funeral services, memorial services and court appearances so I can finally have a place to live! Not to mention all the school I missed when that nasty virus was going around in September. I was told by the dean that if I miss any more school, it would jeopardize graduation, and I don't know about you, but I want to get out of this hell hole of a town as fast as possible and start a new life in college. That is why I am here, even though I am sick and barfing my brains out everyday. Case closed!" Spinelli smirked at the other girl, hoping that she would buy the excuse that she had come up with at random.
"OK, Spinelli," Ashley Q. said sweetly, smiling at her. "Now that you put it that way, it all does make sense. I mean, you do want to graduate and go off to college with TJ right? You two are both going to the same school right?"
"Yeah, we're both going to a state school," Spinelli answered, hoping that this meant that Ashley Q. was through with her role as Washington High Detective, and would finally leave her alone.
"That's sweet, two best friends in the same school, all us Ashleys are going to Florida," Ashley Q. bragged. "But anyway, you should really see a doctor for that stomach flu then, even if you do have to go to school, you should still be on some sort of medication to get better." Ashley Q. looked at her, wondering if she would agree to follow her advice.
"Nah, I'm really fine, its probably food poisoning or something, or some sort of bug. It will go away on its own eventually. Thank you for worrying though, and I really am sorry about your cousin," Spinelli said, hugging her, an action that shocked the both of them, but Ashley Q. returned the hug anyway.
"You're welcome Spinelli," Ashley Q. said with a smile. "Feel better,"
"Thank you, Ashley Q." Spinelli gave her one last smile before she left the bathroom to head for her next class.
"I don't care what she says, I know there is a problem, her excuses were so bogus," Ashley Q. thought to herself as she stood in front of the mirror. "Now if there were only a way I could help her, before she ends up like my cousin Elisa." Ashley Q. left the bathroom and walked down the hall, hoping the person she was looking for was in school that day and not at a seminar or something.
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A/N: Dude, it was Ashley Q!!!! Who saw that coming? Who is she looking for? What does she have up her sleeve? Will she use her knowledge for good, or to spread some evil gossip? Will we ever know who wrote the book of love? Find out next chapter! Please R/R, but remember the golden rule, if you can't say something nice, don't say it at all! Happy reading!