I made another chapter before a week had gone by. I'm so proud of myself! (: So anyways, its short, but it's still something right? R&R pweaseeeeeeeeeeeeee?

Spencer

Friday morning, we were all together in the quad. Chelsea and I normally don't hang around here, but it was raining and the quad is the only place that provides shelter. The quad is normally for the 'popular' kids to hang out, even though its supposed to be big enough for the entire school population, which would work out if we were leprechauns.

I haven't been able to get Ashley out of my mind. I couldn't help it, but I haven't talked to her since that day. She's made a point of keeping her distance from me and hanging out with another group of people. I scared her with my magic theories. I miss her though.

"Looks like she's fitting in nicely," Chelsea says. "Makes sense too," she goes on, "she's pretty hot, don't you think? I wouldn't know, it's not my area of expertise." Chelsea laughs at her own joke.

I look over and I see that Aiden's arm is slung loosely over Ashley's shoulders. I try to focus on something else to get my mind off Aiden making moves on her. Do I think Ashley's hot? Maybe so. But wording my thoughts aloud? Defiantly not. Chels would bug the hell outta me for the rest of the year and I really don't need that.

She turns around and our eyes meet. We stare into each other's eyes for what seems like centuries, but I know it was only a few seconds. The bell rings and our trance breaks.

I haven't answered Chels, but I guess she took the silence as an agreement and rambles on. "I mean, she's really clumsy and can't stop dropping things like the eggs in foods or the newspapers in journalism. But I just think that makes her even cuter, you know?"

I'm starting to get aggravated by Chelsea. "Can we not talk about this anymore?"

She starts to look worried "What's wrong?"

I choose to just give her a look and ignore her question, but she catches on.

"Oh god. You have it bad, don't you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I lie because I do have it bad. So much that it's like an obsession and it's driving me crazy.

Chelsea's really amused about the fact I may be crushing on Ashley. She probably thinks that it could never happen since Ashley was accepted by the most popular kids and she wouldn't want to hang out with the weird people. Chels is just poor and I'm scary face as Glen likes to call me. Chelsea and I have been friends since kindergarten, so I'm happy with my social status.

Chelsea spins around and gets in people's way just to face me. "I gotta cheer you up! We should go to the movies tonight, it's Friday."

The theater here is an old church, which only has showings three days a week. Fridays, Saturdays, and Sunday afternoons.

We talk about what's showing. It's something about a witch on trials from the 16th century and we both burst out laughing at this.

We decide to meet at the icehouse instead, the local café. My mood begins to improve, at least enough to get me through the day. King High is such a small school, with the population of 10th grade at 27 people. I wonder if Ashley will be at the Icehouse tonight and if she would be with Aiden.

By the end of the day, I've convinced myself that the only reason I'm interested in Ashley is for her well-being. Besides her clumsiness, nothing big or magical-like has happened this week. Either she has taken a lot of control on her emotions or I made a huge mistake and Ashley didn't really cause the storm in the lab. It seems like a dream now. But I couldn't have really imagined all of it up, could i?

If Ashley really doesn't have the gift that I thought he had, then I had really made an idiot out of myself.

I'm relieved school's out for the day. I start thinking about all the things I said to Ashley. Every stupid word. But I realize, either way, I've blown it.