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Author's Notes

Sorry about the short chapter. Also, please don't kill me. I know you'll all want to once you find out what I've done. Also, I've gotten a lot of comments about the 'new' Spencer. Though none of these comments were bad, I'd like to take this time to explain why I've done so. I loved how strong Spencer became towards the end of the season, and how she got over her timid little self, and started making moves on Ashley. I mean, hello, the last episode where she would find any excuse to touch her was adorable. Anyway, I wanted to incorporate that. Plus, she's older now, and is bound to not be so effected by things. So, yeah.

This chapter is dedicated to Sara, because random ones kick my ass.

Disclaimer: I do not own the South Of Nowhere characters. They belong to Tom Lynch.

In The Sun

Chapter 8

By Persephone's Nautical Nun

- Spencer -

I wonder if Ashley knows how much she captivates me. I bet she doesn't. She doesn't seem to get those kinds of things. Then again, maybe she does and doesn't make a big deal out of them. I wish I knew, but on the other hand, I'm glad I don't, because it's the mystery that makes her so wonderful. My fingers twitch, and I have to fight to keep from touching her all the time. I do steal small brushes of the hand from time to time, but I try not to indulge myself to much, for fear that I'll run her off. She always seems so distant from me, and it's that unattainable edge that helps her position. She always has the upper hand over me, with her stand-offish ways.

I've fallen hard, and I'm not sure how to deal with it.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Kelly laying across Ashley and me. "Guess who I called," she said, patting Ashley on the cheek. I was long past getting jealous whenever Kelly flirts with Ashley. It never went anywhere.

"Who?" Ashley humored, seeming only slightly interested.

"Dallas," Kelly answered, simply. I felt Ashley tense up beside me and I brought my face from the text book I was reading to look at her. I watched as her eyelids slowly closed, and let out a breath of air. Who was Dallas, and why did he matter?

"When is he getting here?" she asked Kelly. As if on cue the door opened and a large black man stepped into the apartment. Kelly shot up off of the couch and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Without a word, they head off to Kelly's room for a few minutes.

"Who's he?" I ask Ashley, after they've disappeared.

"Dallas. He's a dealer," she says, as if that explains everything.

Before she could answer, Kelly came out, sitting next to Ashley. "Hey, I can't afford it alone. Pitch in?"

"Only if I get to try it out, first," she replied, and got up off the couch and went into Kelly's room, Kelly trailing behind.

Something told me this wasn't a normal drug deal. This wasn't weed. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew it was heavier than anything I'd done before. I needed to figure out how I felt about that. Ashley wasn't stupid. She wouldn't do anything to put herself in a dangerous position, that much I was sure about. I guess it didn't really matter what it was, as long as I trusted Ashley.

The three came out of Kelly's room, and Kelly plopped down beside me, waving to Ashley and Dallas, who were on their way out. I felt a ping of jealousy course through me as I noticed his arm around his waist. I didn't have much time to react, though, because they were already gone.

"What's going on?" I asked Kelly, trying to sound casual. I surprised myself at how well it worked. Or maybe Kelly's just too high all the time to notice.

"Ashley went to go finish 'paying' him."

Realization hit me, and I had to force back vomit. "Is she going to...?" I couldn't bring myself to finish that question.

"No," she said, lighting up a joint. "She's just going to blow him."

---South-Of-Nowhere---

- Ashley -

I imagine the tiny drops of blood coming from my knees staining the concrete as its rough pebbles dig into my skin. Rough hands pull my head closer to the body wedged between me and the wall, and forces the pulsing muscle deeper down my throat. I resist the urge to gag, and force myself to slide my tongue against it, feeling it twitch against my graze. A low obscenity is heard above me, and I can't help but wonder why most girls find this hot. I feel his climax coming and I pull him out of my throat, but keep him in my mouth. I keep Spencer away from my thoughts, as warm, salty liquid floods my sense of taste. This has nothing to do with her. This means nothing. I spit out the white bile filling my mouth, and force myself to smile at Dallas. He smiles back, and hands me a small bag before we make our way back to his car. All I can think is... this powder better be good.