Chapter 36: Nobody's Perfect
Ashley's POV:
We stepped out of Kyla's room, but I stopped. I wasn't really sure what to expect going into the lion's den. The whole scene from before could've just been for show as to not ruin any of Kyla's belongings with blood spatter.
When she realized she was walking alone she turned around and gave me a questioning look.
"Are you coming or what?"
Well if that isn't a double entendre…
I crossed my arms and donned a sexy little smirk, "Are you offering?"
"Is everything sexual with you?"
Despite rolling her eyes, she couldn't hide the blush that crept up on her cheeks.
"Only when you're involved." I shrugged.
"How flattering. Keep walking, and don't think I didn't just see you look at my ass."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I chuckled.
She playfully pushed me inside and shut the door behind us.
It felt extremely awkward, both of us being in that place. Understandably so I guess, considering everything that had happened. Everything that was my fault…
"Well I'd show you around my room, but you've been in here before." She felt the weirdness too; it was present in her body language. She hardly looked at me, keeping her eyes to the walls instead. "You can sit anywhere you want, this shouldn't take long."
"I don't want no minute man, Spencer. I like it slow."
It was my attempt to break the tension; I don't think it worked though.
"As much as you want me to sex you up at the minute, I've got other things on my mind."
She walked further into her room, still half avoiding my eyes.
"Kinky foreplay?" I grinned.
That got her to look at me fully, though it was more of a withering gaze.
"Do you just expect me to forgive you? Just like that?" She touched a picture on her desk before turning back again. "Your dimples won't get you out of everything Davies."
"It was worth a shot."
"So the true question is: why do you deserve to be forgiven?" She sat down at her desk and stared at me. "Besides your abs. Don't even answer with that."
"Well..." I bit my lip trying to come up with something quick. "How bout my sweet sensitive eyes, like that of a kitten?"
I fluttered my eyes a little just for effect; thank you Chuck and Larry.
"Try again." Damn it. "Stop doing that with your eyes! That come hither look, it won't work!"
That didn't sound too convincing…
"You sure?"
"No. That's why you should stop."
Mmhmm.
"You're lying to me Spencer Carlin."
"What?" Her posture got a bit defensive. "About what could I possibly be lying?"
I smirked and started moving towards her.
"Wanting to jump my bones multiple times over right now."
She gulped a little, a small blush creeping up her cheeks again.
"That will not get us anywhere."
"It'd still be fun though." I said nonchalantly.
"Agreed." She gasped and stood up as she realized yet another Freudian slip. "NO!"
"HA! I KNEW IT!"
"I can't do casual sex. I just can't. After what happened with Taylor…" Those piercing blue eyes sucked me in again with so much sorrow running rampant through them. "I can't just do this with you and have you walk out of here and I never see you again." There were countless unshed tears threatening to spill out as she pitifully whispered, "It would kill me."
"Who said you'd never see me again?"
"I'm going back to Ohio."
She wiped her eyes, not risking a complete meltdown.
"Why?"
"Because. I have a life there."
I took a step towards her, but she moved away. It didn't deter me though, I grabbed her lightly and made her face me.
"No, you have a life here."
"No I have a mother who hates me, a girlfriend who abandoned me, an ex-boyfriend who keeps proposing, an internet crush who efficiently crushed me, a best friend who might actually be in love with my ex-boyfriend and one supportive sister. Oh and then there's you." Well, that didn't sound good. "You and your damn dimples, and your damn eyes, and your damn abs, and your damn laugh, and your damn way of making me goddamn crazy."
I tried not to smile at her compliments. She was cute when she rambled.
"You also have a national champion step team of which you're the captain of. You have USC next year. You have a hot ass mustang. And...ya know." I averted my eyes, not being able to look at her with this next part. "A girl who made a big mistake, but is willing to do whatever it takes for you to forgive her and, if possible, give her another chance?"
I opened my arms and gave her a sweet smile.
"Wait. What are you doing? Why are you coming closer? Stay back you fiend."
"Don't look at me like I'm fricken Frankenstein, give your former enemy a hug."
"I don't want a hug." The Spencer Carlin pout was firmly in place.
I dropped my arms, "What do you want?"
An exasperated and harsh sigh escaped her full lips, "Don't ask me what I want. You know what I want." She walked over towards the door and turned back around. "It isn't about what I want… It's about what I can handle."
It was silent for what seemed like an eternity. To be entirely and utterly cliché, you could cut the tension with a knife.
"I'm sorry. I just can't. Give me a minute, I need to talk to my Yoda." Opening the door, she walked out, but popped her head back in a second later. "Don't go anywhere." She pointed a finger at me.
"You have a Yoda?"
"I have a Kyla, which transforms into a Yoda."
I mentally slapped myself as I recalled the time she mentioned that in a conversation of ours.
"Oh, right. Well I'll just...wait here I guess."
She nodded and with that, all I could do was wait.
Spencer's POV:
"KYLA!" I screeched from the doorway of her room as I leapt inside slamming the door behind me.
"SPENCER?!" Kyla yelped fumbling with her remote and looking a bit panicked. She'd jumped into the air when I'd slammed the door and I immediately began to pace. I glanced at her and our eyes locked for a moment.
"Help." One word whispered from my lips and a bit of the irritation sifted out of her eyes.
"With what?" She asked me while she angrily attacking the small remote and pushed on the off button repeatedly. "I didn't hear any blood curdling screams or vases breaking; I took that as a good sign."
"I can't do this with her though. I mean. All of these feelings are like... so irritating." I rolled my eyes heavily and looked to her for my support. Obviously I was right wasn't I? Ashley was insufferable, thus my difficulty in getting rid of her.
"Loving someone is irritating?" Kyla inquired. My step-sister lifted the remote and scratched the side of her head with it, looking positively uninterested.
"YES!" I screamed at once and realized what I had just said. NO! I meant no! Quick backtrack Spencer! "I mean, I don't love her!"
"Oh you don't?" Kyla's eyes were burning a hole through me now and I melted under her perceptive glare. She'd seen right through me since the first day. Damn you moon boots.
"Well. I do. But it shouldn't have any bearing on the past future or present!" I spun around and stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at the glow of the flat screen for a moment and felt a grin pull at the corner's of my mouth. "Pause." I held my hands up and turned around to face her. "Kyla. What are you watching?"
"UH." It was not the most eloquent of responses I'd ever heard from her. I folded my arms across my chest and regarded her with an amused face. I waited until she began again. "N-Nothing!"
"Is that…?" I began as I pointed at the flash of bleached blonde bad wig.
"NO!" She squealed desperately trying to turn the television off. But it was too late. I'd seen it.
"Oh my god." I breathed out in more than an amused hiss.
"Get out Spencer!" Kyla said angrily glaring at me. I, of course, did not follow instructions.
"But why? Apparently," I began drawing the words out very slowly. "You have the best of both world's in here."
"Get out of my room." Her voice turned icy and I felt fear prickle the back of my neck. One time when we'd been about eleven, Kyla had used this exact tone with me followed immediately by a Barbie that had to be surgically removed from my ear. Who knew she didn't like the gangsta bitch Barbie from the hood? "NOW."
I deliberated for a moment in my head, weighing my options and figuring out whether or not I wanted to be stuck in the emergency room with a small plastic woman weighed down with bling in my ear. I was going to risk it. This was much too good. "ASHLEY!! COME QUICK!! KYLA'S DEAD!!"
She burst into the room not even three seconds after I screamed.
"WHAT?!" She looked around confused, at the very alive Kyla on her bed looking horrified and then looked at the very smug looking me. "What in the hell is going on?!"
"Look at the flat screen," I said extending a shaky finger to the bobbing and gyrating blonde on the screen. Her pink microphone attached to her head and sat in front of her undoubtedly lip synching mouth. Ashley's gaze followed my finger and her eyes narrowed as she saw it.
"Oh god. Ky, I thought we talked about this."
"Look at that girl. Damn. Is she 18?" I asked as Hannah Montana shimmied down the 3-d walkway. Both girls looked at me with disgust and I shrugged.
"Spencer, she's like 15. Perv." Ashley said rolling her eyes adorably and doing that damn crinkle nose thing. My stomach flipped a little and suddenly an idea began to formulate.
"Guys," Kyla whined. Ashley had moved closer to me, increasing my heart rate and effectively derailing my concentration. "Seriously get out of my room."
"Ashley." I cleared my throat. She'd moved even closer, the tips of her toes now brushing mine and I shivered as her finger traced a burning line down the bare skin of my arm. "I have an idea."
"You. Me. Cold shower?" Ashley pressed hopefully.
"Nope. Remember how you said you would do anything for me?"
"I may recall that," she answered with a slight quiver in her voice. Her brown eyes flicked nervously over my body and I paused for a moment, enjoying the control I had over her.
"Go back to my room and wait for me. I'll be there in two point five." I growled pushing her away from me.
"Okay." Ashley walked briskly out of Kyla's room and I turned to my sister.
"Have I ever told you how much I hate you?" Kyla asked me, trying to sound angry, though the smile behind her eyes gave her away.
"Does she claw or bite?" I asked her. What I was about to ask Ashley to do would either make her love me even more, or she would end up fighting me. Either way, I wanted to be fully prepared.
"Hair puller."
"Mmm yummy." It was a reflexive answer but Kyla squealed and pushed me out of the room. I popped my head in a moment later and grinned like a madwoman before I began to sing. "I miss youuuuuuuuuuuuu. I miss your smiiiiiillllllllee."
"GET OUT!" she yelled while hurling a pillow at me.
I screamed and ran all the way back to my room.