Sorry it's taken me so long to update and thanks for all the feedback.
A/N: I started writing this chapter, but half way through I got into a conversation with my best mate that lasted over two hours - making me completely forget about this fic. So if it doesn't read right, blame her.
The blonde relaxed her grip on her books, letting them drop onto the vacant lunch table, mutely muttering about her distaste for conjugating French verbs. Her body flopped down onto the bench attached to the table, her back to the school.
Spencer let her slender fingers graze over her textbooks, her loathing of the subject stopping her from actually opening the bound paper. She hated the subject but was expected to take it, just like she was expected to get good grades and go to a good reputable university. She internally rolled her crystal blue eyes, her mother had already mapped out her life, and the blonde had almost no say in what actually happened to her. From the subjects she took, to her extracurricular activities to who her friends were.
The subjects were ones she didn't enjoy, the extracurricular activities involved the worst people in school and as for friends, well there were those Spencer's mother thought she should "hang around with" and then there were those who wernt as good at bullshitting adults. Madison fell into the first category. And she was just about the bitchiest, most superficial, heartless…well lets just say she wasn't someone Spencer would want as a friend. Seeing as almost no one in Los Angeles had the time of day for the blonde, Spencer was left with no friends. She barely even minded, sure it was lonely, but all the blonde wanted to do was get through her final years of high school, get away from her mother and come to life at university.
A university she picked.
But as for her present – her friendless present – Spencer was happy just to keep her head down and try to silently work through any issues that came up in her head. And the issues were coming up thick and fast. Predominantly the issue of sexuality, sexuality and a certain cold tempered brunette.
Everyone she had come into contact with during her short time in La-La Land had told her to stay as far away from Ashley as possible – with Madison commenting that Spencer should "stay away from that lesbian freak of nature" and the odd impromptu comment about "wandering dyke eyes". And after her only run-in with the brunette, Spencer thought that it was best to stay away, if for nothing more than fear of another verbal lashing.
But that didn't stop Spencer from thinking about Ashley.
Considering Spencer didn't occupy herself with social interactions, she had plenty of time to think, and Ashley was usually the subject of her thoughts.
From questions of why Ashley was as abrupt and distant as she was, to contemplations of what the brunette's laugh sounded like, to general musings of the shorter girl's beauty.
Spencer let out a soft sigh and opened her books, getting comfortable for a lunchtime of French. She was already bored and she hadn't even started yet. Her eyes scanned over the first line of the chapter, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
All thoughts of ennui left her mind as she felt a familiar set of eyes on her. She didn't have to look up to know who was looking at her. It was Ashley. It was always Ashley. Wherever Spencer was, the brunette's gaze always seemed to be locked on her.
The blonde knew she should be worried, or annoyed or uncomfortable but she wasn't. She wasn't even confused by the unsolicited attention, nor did she mind it. Quite the opposite in fact, she loved the feeling of someone devoting that much attention to her – especially an enigma like Ashley Davies – not to mention how safe and protected it made her feel. And then there were the butterflies that always seemed to swarm in her stomach when she felt those chocolate coloured pools locking onto her, the brunette's stare making her shiver internally.
Spencer thought back to the first time she had caught Ashley looking at her.
She was going through a list of topics that she needed to catch-up on, that her physics teacher had given her. She couldn't seem to will her eyes past the words "Waves – Sound and Radio", when she felt someone looking at her. Her pulse began to quicken as her eyes darted around the nearly empty library, stopping when they fell on a recognizable brunette. She was sat two tables up from Spencer. Their stares only locked for a millisecond before Ashley's eyes shot down to the open books in front of her.
Although it had only been for a nanosecond Spencer felt as if Ashley had just seen directly into her open soul. She felt naked and oddly cold.
After than Spencer would constantly feel the same pair of eyes on her, but she never dared look at the brunette. She didn't want to loose the silent warmth and comfort that Ashley's stare generated.
Spencer softly started to chew on her lower lip, the French words not fully penetrating her brain, and she thought for a second that she felt Ashley smile.