You're reviews make me happy :] so here's another one of my weird song lines.

Well, I guess by the blood stain of your lips

And the wander of your fingertips

I should prove true to my emptiness

AND STAY HERE!!!

Well, I'm just a kid of ill repute

But the skin I wear is my only suit

And you, you're just a substitute

For the one I hold dear.

Chapter 3- You, You're just a subsitute

It's Monday and for the first time in three years I decided to skip school. My phone had rung about twenty times from 7:00 to 7:09. I probably have a million voicemails with Kyla screaming my name and 80 different colleges I wouldn't get accepted to now.

"Hmm 8:30." I said out loud and stared at the emptiness in my room. First time I decide to play hooky and I'm lying in bed with nothing to do. Fun. It seems that the other night was playing in my mind like a broken record. Her blue eyes ripping into mine as everything went into that slow motion affect that happens in those type of situations, then before you know it everything starts playing again in lightning speed and you can't grasp what has just happened.

As soon as I opened that door I heard nothing and felt nothing. The only things working were my eyes as my mouth quivered along with the rest of my body. Her blue eyes were clouded by uncertainty and rage as they bore into mine. I couldn't tell if she was asking for help or asking me to leave, but I ended up going with the latter. Without thinking I shut the door as fast as I could and rested my body against it finally catching my breath again. Soon after I realized what was going on behind this very door that supported my weight so I ran back down stairs.

"Ashley?" I looked over at the familiar voice slowly and saw Chelsea standing right next to Clay who looked confused himself.

"Can we go?"

"Yeah I was looking for you. Kyla passed out so we got her into the car." She let out a small giggle and then we made our way outside, Clay following right behind.

"We" seriously dude?

Kyla had somehow managed to get out of the vehicle in her drunken state and was no puking all over Rick's front lawn.

"Shit." I ran over and pulled her hair back as she screamed I'm sorry in between her chokes.

And that was our wonderful first night at a party together. I know it shouldn't bother me, but catching the girl you like with another girl can really fuck someone up. At least now I know she might have a thing for women. Maybe just Hispanic girls? I hope not. I should start taking some Spanish lessons and buy spray on tan.

So after much uncertainty as to what my day would be like I decided the beach would be a good choice.

The drive was very peaceful since I decided leaving my phone at home would be best. The beach was as well, but hunger took over me after not having my usual breakfast and I began looking for a good looking place to eat. After searching for about two minutes a small diner came in my view and the word pie. Pie always attracts the Davies family no pun intended.

The small diner which was called Pete's Diner, (yes I know very original) was beautiful inside. It had a 90's feel to it but was still rather modern. Pictures of old bands lined up the walls as well as records that all together were probably worth more than this place. It was the first time I had thought about something else other than Madison looking for treasure on Spencer. You know what really sucks? Latinas roll their R's. You know how skilled her tongue must be? I'm a shack compared to that skyscraper and now my mood is back to being as shitty as it was before I walked in here.

"You ok?" a petite manicured hand saw me out of my Spencer induced daydream.

"Y-yes. Sorry." My cheeks turned bright red which made the beautiful girl in front of me smile.

She reminded me of Spencer. Well only her hair. I need to shut up.

"So booth ok?"

"Yep."

She led me to my booth and that's when I realized that I probably looked like some lonely tourist.

After only a couple of seconds the waitress that led me to my booth sat right in front of me with two cups of coffee.

"On my break, you mind?" She asked before smiling into her mug and raising her right eyebrow.

"No it's cool." I was pretty calm which shocked me. I was never this good around anyone that wasn't Kyla or Chelsea.

"I'm Sasha."

"Ashley."

"So Ashley what are you doing in a diner on a Monday morning?"

"Playing hooky."

She laughed lightly at this.

"You're still in highschool?"

"Sadly."

"Jailbait?"

"Cougar?" What has gotten into me?

"I like your style." She sent me another sweet smile and stood up.

"I like your face."

"Call me." She gave me a small piece of paper with her number on it. This was the first time I had ever spoken to a girl like that. The very first time I've even picked up a girl.

"I will." I stood up as she picked up my empty cup. I sent her a rusty wink and made my way out of the diner in a very breezy manner which was miserably interrupted by the steps my cockiness was too busy to see. Luckily I chose to regain composure on a child whose parent was clearly a workaholic. He began crying as I pushed off his shoulder so I ran as fast as I could and without looking my body collided with another small frame that smelt of sun tan lotion and vanilla.

"Fuck." I know that voice!

I looked up and there she was in all her blonde glory as the sun shone on her half naked body while she rubbed her perfect head. Then her crystal blue eyes met mine and I saw it. Even my infatuation couldn't influence what I saw in those eyes.

We all know this part. This part is the first time I ran into Spencer Carlin. This is also the first time I saw anything in those blue eyes.