Thanks for all the nutritional goodness that is feedback! Sorry for the delay - I suddenly developed a social life, then got ill (and still am grr!).
Anyway, I knew that is fic wouldn't last long and I've been trying to find a way of ending it in a way that I'm happy with. And although I'm happy with them general theme of this (final) chapter - but as for the length, uh, yeah - I'm not happy with the chapter itself. Meh.
Oh and the three bits of Ashley's streaming thought are in italics.
The teacher continued to drone on about this that and the other, her particular brand of "blah" pertaining to English Literature. Ashley was struggling to remember why she took English Lit' in the first place – she spoke English surely that was enough, and she didn't need to be able to analyse poetry.
Sighing the brunette shook her head trying to concentrate on the monotonous drone of the student teacher, "because I'm new, blah, blah, alphabetical order, blah, blah, so would you please re-seat yourself accordingly, blah." Ashley suppressed a grunt of aggravation, not liking the idea of sitting next to a prissy cheerbitch or a dumb jock. She specifically chose a seat in the corner where she wouldn't be forced to sit next to anyone.
The whole class groaned as they gathered their books up and shuffled around the room, listening to the teacher instruct them on where they should be sitting and who they should be sitting next to. Ashley's eyes scanned over the noisy room trying to ascertain whom she would be placed next to, she soon gave up guessing – as she really didn't pay attention to anyone's surname – and let her gaze rest on a certain blonde. English Lit was the only class they shared and Ashley was thankful for it, as it gave her more time to Spencer-watch.
Ashley watched as Spencer furrowed her brow and whipped her head round – and once more before she was caught, Ashley averted her stare; zeroing in on her shoes, a small triumphant smile gracing her face, at not being caught gawping – oh yeah, I'm good.
"Spencer, you're partnered with Ashley, Kevin you're partnered with…" The rest of the teacher's direction was lost on Ashley, the words not reaching her ears. Spencer was already sitting in her seat and motioning for Ashley to join her, the brunette was sure she had felt her pulse rate pick up when the taller girl had smiled her over.
Her eyes fixed back on her shoes as she shuffled forward, agonizingly slowly, trying to keep the grin from her face.
All the background noise seemed to disperse as Ashley listened to Spencer, her eyes watching pink lips wrap themselves around each syllable, her ears fine tuned on Radio Spencer (102.7fm).
"This assignment looks like fun, eh?" – Assignment, huh? They had an assignment to do? How much of the teachers annoying din had she blocked out?
Spencer continued to smile at her, her azure eyes falling to the sheet of paper central on their shared desk, Ashley's eyes fell too, scanning over the crisp white leaf of A4. "Work in two's, yada-yada…Due in March 17th, yada-yada…40 of final grade, yada-yada." That gave them over three months of work; over three months of working together. Ashley suddenly had a new found love for her new English Lit teacher.
The brunette nodded slowly, silently showing that she was listening to the blonde.
Spencer continued to smile at the brunette, "I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." – Maybe dead men can dance after all.
The End.