As always, I can never express my gratitude for the feedback I receive, it's serious rockage.

(For, Skye777 who wanted to know their ages, in chapter 5 they were 12 and in chapter 6 they were 13 – I had a tricky time trying to fiddle with their ages in relation to what they were doing and how sexually advanced people are at what ages, and when Spencer and Ashley's friendship went down the pan. It was just fiddly; hopefully it's not too hard to believe).

Disclaimer: Characters from both One Tree Hill and Veronica Mars are mentioned in this part, I obviously don't own them.

For those who don't know/aren't sure (it will become clear why I'm mentioning it):

Brooke, Lucas and Peyton are characters from One Tree Hill and Logan Echolls is a character from Veronica Mars.

The lyrics at the beginning are from the Atreyu song "Ex's and Oh's"

Chapter 7

Should've turned around like hell

Last time I got a taste of you

I should've turned and ran like hell

And I say we're through

Present Day (Ashley's POV)

Her hands shake as she fiddles with her keys, the chain they hang from dancing wildly, her eyes dart from the lock to my face, her nerves shining through her cobalt blue eyes. She mutters a swear word, hands jingling the keys furiously in the lock, almost falling through the door as it opens. It's been so long since I've seen her looking so flustered, the embarrassed blush she wears too adorable for someone of our age.

She closes the door behind us and asks me if I want a drink, and I wonder what happened to her and where she's been all this time.

Two Months Prior (Spencer's POV)

I silently sip my diet coke, watching her, she's shouting directly into Madison's ear, the pounding bass too consuming to hear anything being said. She gets up, her naturally curly hair bouncing as she does, she starts to make her way back to the loo's, but before she reaches the doors she stops as something on the other side of the club catches her eye. I follow her eye line and clock what or should I say, who has caught her eye, a redhead, she looks to be in her mid-twenties and she's eye-fucking Ashley. I turn my attention back to Aiden, he's completely oblivious to the lesbian eye-fuck his girlfriend is receiving; moron.

Redhead eye-fucker is following Ashley into the toilets, I chew on my lip before glugging down the rest of my diet coke and making my own way to the loo's. The door swinging shut behind me and I almost sigh at the lack of noise to be heard, the drum and bass music blocked out by two separate doors, of course it's not completely silent. Redhead eye-fucker is screaming and moaning and of course begging for more. A quick scan of the area confirms that she's urging Ashley on, I wonder if she realizes that Ashley has a boyfriend, a himbo boyfriend, but a boyfriend nether the less.

She sounds like a wounded hyena, her pre-orgasmic noises consist of squeaking out the letter "I" over and over again, God I'd hate to have my ears anywhere near her mouth when she's coming, I'd be suffering from tinnitus for weeks after. Strangely I think Ashley's ears are well covered right now; by eye-fuckers legs.

Jealousy whips through my veins, indignation colouring my cheeks; it should be me, not some redheaded whore. Judging from her screaming I'd say Ashley is done rocking her world. I feel my eyes roll and I hear a stall door creaking open, the idea of being caught making the angry red pigmentation of my cheeks turn to an embarrassed pink blush. My feet shuffling around on the tiled floor, placing me in front of a row of sinks, my hands finding the taps, the cold water running over my warm digits.

I watch in my peripheral vision as Ashley comes into view, then the bitch she's just fucked, they kiss and Ashley leaves. This time I don't follow her, I just quietly leave myself and go home.

Present Day (Spencer's POV).

My hands can't stop shaking as I jam my keys into the locks on my front door, the sound of the chain I keep them on reaching my ears, mocking my inability to master the simplest of tasks when I'm in such close proximity to Ashley. I let my eyes quickly slide over to her, she looks amused, damnit! I feel like such a dork, I never used to be like this 'round her, I never scrutinized my own actions, she was always the one person I could be myself around and now when I'm near her I can barely get a sentence out, let alone open a fucking door! I shake my keys angrily as I try to turn them, the door flying open, my body almost hurling through the open doorway. I feel my cheeks burn, my blush snaking up to the tips of my ears, I feel like a dork. I smile sheepishly at Ashley and close the door behind her, my voice wavers as I ask if she'd like a drink.

Two Months Prior (Ashley's POV).

Aiden is squeezing my leg underneath the table, his hand is all sweaty, it's not nice. I try to jerk my leg out from under his grasp by crossing it over my other, but he seems intent on branding a large hand-shaped sweat stain onto my jeans. I quickly chug the rest of my cranberry and vodka, turning to Madison I tell that that I'm off to the toilet.

As I get up I feel her eyes on me, she's been watching me all night, the alcohol in my system giving me the extra burst of courage to stop and turn, seeking her out, urging her over with my eyes, she obeys and follows me into the toilets. I know what's about to happen, I've done it enough times. I still barely know why though, why it's so gratifying to give pleasure to total strangers, why it makes me feel better. But it does, so I continue.

No, I'm not a whore; I don't charge, I don't fuck just anyone and I don't let them touch me. The only person who I let touch me is Aiden, even though he can't make me cum, it seems almost stupid. But then I guess, that I'm stupid then.

My tongue flicks over her clit and her whole body twitches, and I find myself idly silently inquiring as to what her name is.

I'm not gay, and I'm not straight either. Nor am I bisexual, I just like girls, even though I date a guy. I only date Aiden because it's easier, and I don't have the energy to be different in high school. He's jock and I'm a cheerleader, it's convenient, plus I think he's too dumb to realize that I'd rather be going down on his older sister than sucking him off.

I've known for so long, that I was different, not weird, not a freak, just different, I'm a girl with different tastes. Madison listens to R'n'B and I listen to Metalcore. That's the only difference, she likes blue and I like green. I would say that she likes dick and I like pussy, but that's obvious and tautologous.

I understand that it's not something wrong or disgusting and that it's perfectly normal for a girl to want to be with another girl, but most teenagers don't. And I never really wanted to deal with the backlash, I can't be bothered to spend my high school years being judged by morons because they can't open their narrow minds up. I never had the urge to remark to someone who's calling me a sexual deviant that he's spending the time telling me that I'm a sick freak, that he would normally spend watching lesbian porn. So I never came out, I never got called a dirty dyke or a sicko lesbo, I never got judged for kissing another girl in a school hallway – nor did I ever kiss another girl in a school hallway, but that's besides the point – and I'm happy about it, happy for never getting judged for something that wasn't a choice.

Other than the girls I get off, there's only one other person who knows about my lady loving ways, and I haven't seen her in over three years. Spencer Carlin; my former best friend, my first kiss and my first love. She wasn't my first "French kiss" though, it was the night of my thirteenth birthday, and we had gotten drunk off of a half bottle of cheap vodka that my parents had in a cabinet somewhere. We kissed, or more correctly, I kissed her, we didn't open our mouths, because we didn't really know how. Or even why you'd want a wad of someone else's spit on your tongue, and I'm still not really that sure why, but it was innocent, even my fumbled attempts at groping her, not entirely sure what I was supposed to be touching, or how, were laced with childhood love. And I was in love with her, I had known that my feelings for her were as strong as a tornado for so long and finally on my thirteenth, I did something.

She couldn't look me in the eye afterwards. It felt like I had managed to rip away the last of her innocence that night, and I felt like shit because of it.

By the time the summer holidays rolled 'round our friendship had been reduced to a shell of its' former glory. And when my family went on it's annual trip to the middle of nowhere, I knew that when I got back for the start of the new school year, we wouldn't be sitting at the same lunch table again nor would we be over at each other's houses doing our homework together.

Nope, I fucked it all up.

The start of the new school year was the start of a new Ashley Davies, I became oddly popular, for once I was part of the "in crowd" I started to develop the breasts I had been pinning for, Madison became my new best friend and Spencer Carlin, well Spencer Carlin sunk into my past, the only part of her still remaining was my memories.

I looked for her, at the start at least, but I could never spot her, I never heard her name being spoken, never heard her voice. She just disappeared, almost as if she had never existed.

Over time I became the most popular girl in school, dating the star of King High's basketball team, I was the all-American-girl archetype. I just fucked random girls for fun, maybe not so archetypal then.

It wasn't just a Spencer thing, that became very clear very fast. I'd lust after celebrities like Rachel Bilson, Kristen Bell and Sophia Bush, knowing full well that most teen girls weren't supposed to get themselves off to the idea of Brooke telling Lucas to go fuck himself then hooking up with Peyton. When Madison would drool over Logan Echolls, I'd be more interested in who his latest love interest was.

Oh no, I knew I wasn't your typical cheerleader.

It never bothered me and it was never a big thing, it was just another part of me, a part of me that my friends and family never saw, but still. It's all just Ashley Davies.

I bring the redhead to a screaming orgasm, although I'm not sure if she's a woman or a chimpanzee on crack by the sounds she's making. I can taste her on my tongue and I wonder if Aiden would notice if I kissed him, if he would taste her on my tongue. The majority of his brain cells lie in his biceps so I doubt he would. Not that is matters.

I leave the stall, doing a quick sweep of the basins near the door, checking for anyone who might recognise me, I see no one and redhead appears. She latches her mouth onto mine and I kiss her back, the softness of her lips more pleasurable than Aiden and his need to get a better razor.

I leave the loo's, back to Madison and Aiden, back to the façade.