"ASHLEY!" Madison screams as she barges into Ashley's room, "I'm going to kill you for this!"

Ashley can't help but laugh as she sees Madison covered head to toe in flour. "Aww, Madi what happened?"

"You know what happened! I'm so going to get you back for this!" She starts to leave the room and turns around again, arms waving maniacally in the air with flour flying off as she does so, "for all of it!"

Ashley smirks, "Right, well run along now. You're getting flour everywhere and wasting much of my time with your pathetic threats. Oh and Madi, do be careful entering your room from now on, I hear it's getting to be a bitch…" She starts cracking up again as Madison glares at her and storms out of her room.

As soon as Madi leaves, Chelsea pokes her head in the room, "Ash, what did you do to her now?"

She looks up innocently at Chelsea, "Why do you assume it was me?"

"You mean it wasn't?"

"Well yes it was, but it doesn't mean you should assume it was me…"

Chelsea snickers at this, "Uh oh, you've got trouble, looks like Madison told on you. Good luck!" With that she disappears from the door.

Soon after she disappears, Miss Carlin appears at the door, "Ashley, my office, now!"

Ashley scrambles to get up and follows after her, "You have an office?"

"Yes, every teacher has an office."

She looks Miss Carlin up and down, immediately focusing on her legs that are once again looking amazing in the black and white skirt. Her eyes roam up to her torso, liking the fitted black, short sleeved sweater that accentuates her figure nicely.

Feeling Ashley's eyes on her, Miss Carlin glances over at her, "Is there something wrong?"

She eyes her again smirking, "nope, not one thing."

Miss Carlin blushes slightly at this before stopping at a door and opening it, "Come on."

Ashley walks in, taking in the small office. She spots a few picture frames on the bookshelf and immediately walks over to them. One is of Miss Carlin with an attractive older man and woman who she shares the same features with in front of some building; she's guessing it's her parents. The next is of her and a curly blonde haired guy that also looks like her at the beach making goofy faces; it must be her brother. The last picture is of Miss Carlin and a brunette with wavy hair; they're in front of some Ferris wheel and Miss Carlin has her arms around her and their faces are squished together. She has books stacked everywhere around the room, making it more cluttered than necessary. "You know, they do give you a room to keep these in…"

Miss Carlin sits down at her desk and smiles, "Oh yes, I know. I already have so many in there though that I needed somewhere to put these. Besides, some of these are for my classes."

"Right, well why did you call me in here? Are you going to punish me for being very, very bad today?" Ashley smirks at Miss Carlin who only rolls her eyes.

"What is it with you and Madison that you two feel it is necessary to torture each other?"

"I don't torture her! And besides, she started it!"

"How so?"

Ashley rolls her eyes, "She… that's not important. She deserves every humiliating thing happens to her and I just feel it's necessary to help with that." Finally sitting down in the chair across from Miss Carlin, she lets out a sigh. "I'm not going to apologize for any of it, so don't even think about trying to get me to. Well, unless you want to give me something in return." She wriggles her eyebrows suggestively again, causing Miss Carlin to let out a sigh.

"Ashley, are you ever going to stop hitting on me? It's getting old hearing those terrible come ons every day and it's only been two weeks here."

"No. Not until I get what I want that is."

Miss Carlin crosses her arms, "right, and what is that?"

"Well…" Ashley stands and leans over Miss Carlin's desk, "I have a few things in mind, one or two that involves my bed and yours or…" she glances down at the desk, "or this desk if you prefer…"

Just staring at Ashley for a few seconds, Miss Carlin then stands as well; leaning over the desk inching closer to Ashley's face. Ashley unconsciously licks her lips, her breath hitching at how close Miss Carlin is right now and feels her stomach do flip flops. This freaks Ashley out, who has never felt that from anyone. She shifts uncomfortably and backs up a little to create more than an inch of space; this causes Miss Carlin to smirk, "Miss Davies, you couldn't handle me."

With that she walks to her door and opens it, "You may go now, you have detention Monday morning for the incident with Miss Duarte, have a good rest of the day."

Ashley, who is still leaning across the desk, closes her shocked mouth and composes herself. She puts a smirk on her face and turns around crossing her arms, "I guess we'll just have to see." She smiles at Miss Carlin and walks out the door.

It's not until she gets to Kyla's door that realizes Miss Carlin just gave her detention and morning detention at that. She barges into Kyla's room without knocking fuming now, "Who does she think she is giving me morning detention?!?" Ashley hears a small gasp and looks over to the bed to find Aiden and Kyla in a compromising position, "Oh… my… god… my eyes!" She just stands there for a second, completely grossed out, but for some reason not able to look away until the whole situation fully hits her. Once it does she spins around and starts yelling as she makes her way out of the room, "I'm going to be sick! That shouldn't be allowed between you two! Freaking disgusting! Lock your door next time!" She slams the door shut and stands outside of it shuddering for a second before heading towards Chelsea's bedroom.

Despite what just happened, she still doesn't knock and barges into Chelsea's room. "Ok so I think I've officially been scarred for life thanks to my sister and her fool of a boyfriend."

Chelsea looks up from the magazine she was reading on her bed, "What's up?"

"I saw skin Chels. More flesh than I ever needed to see from the two of them. And oh my god, ewe, there was straddling involved…"

"Ok, I got the point! No need to continue." Ashley sits down in Chelsea's desk chair, spinning in circles. "So how'd the punishment go?"

The forgotten detention is soon remembered once Chelsea asks which ignites Ashley's rage again. "The woman gave me morning detention Chelsea, she can't even prove that I did it! She just took Madi's word for it. Now I'm going to have to get Madi back for blabbing…"

"Need I remind you, that you're the one who covered her in flour first? She hasn't done anything to you since Wednesday, you've done like 3 things to her since then."

"Where are you going with this Chels? That's not the point. I have to get up an hour earlier now on a Monday morning because she squealed. This will teach her a lesson!"

"Right…"

Ashley stands now, pacing in front of Chelsea's bed, who only watches slightly amused with the girl. "And who does Miss C think she is? No teacher gives me morning detention, after school detention, sure, but not morning! She's driving me nuts Chels!"

This makes Chelsea smirk even more, "So I take it I'm currently winning our little bet?"

"That's the other thing Chels! She told me I couldn't handle her!" Ashley scoffs at this, "as if, I don't think she realizes who I am. It will be her who can not handle me!" Ashley worked up now, storms out of Chelsea's room and heads back to Miss Carlin's office.

She's about to barge in when she hears voices coming from the other side, "Miss Carlin, it will do you well to just follow the given curriculum. It is made for a reason."

"Yes, but Mrs. Keaton I just find it very boring. I want these students to get interested in learning. They aren't going to want to learn if they have to read the same old drably stuff every year."

"It is not your job to decide what will keep these children interested. They're all bored, spoiled brats anyways."

"They should be able to pick what they want to read in my classroom. The majority of these students are more mature than some of the teachers you have here Mrs. Keaton, you and I both know that. After all, Mr. Hawthorne seemed to think so, did he not?"

"You are not to speak of that or him!"

"I helped cover that up for your school's perfect reputation, if you have decided to change your mind on letting me teach how I want, then perhaps I shall change my mind on keeping shut about Mr. Hawthorne's wandering hands."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me! This school needs to change and I plan on making that happen. The board supports me on this, it'd be best to not test me Mrs. Keaton."

"Do not test you?! I run this school not the board! If I want to get rid of you I can! So trust me on this one Spencer, I am not the one to be tested! Now just follow the curriculum!"

Ashley hears Mrs. Keaton making her way to the door and steps off to the side to not be seen. Once she exits the office muttering to herself, Ashley steps into the office to find a frustrated Miss Carlin slamming books on her desk.

"Umm… hey."

Miss Carlin looks up a little surprised, "Ashley, what are you doing here?"

"Well I was coming to yell at you, but it seems like Mrs. Keaton already covered that."

Miss Carlin smiles weakly, "Yes umm, we haven't exactly been getting along since I arrived. Something about my teaching methods, I don't know the lady never stops talking." She straightens a stack of papers on her desk and glances over at Ashley forming an actual smile, "so what is it you wanted to yell at me about?"

Ashley plops down into the chair in front of the desk and puts her feet up as well. This lasts a second before Miss Carlin swats them down, "I don't do morning detention Miss C; it clearly says so in my contract."

She looks at Ashley clearly amused, "contract?"

"Yes, contract. The one I had my father create before I agreed to come here. All of the teachers and administration had to agree to it and sign it."

"Right… and where is this uh, contract?"

"It is with my father, of course."

"Well Ashley, the contract I signed with this school had nothing in it about this contract you had your daddy make up because you need to get your way all the time. So it looks like I don't have to follow these rules. Sorry kid, now was that all?"

"Excuse me, I am not a kid! I am 18 years old!"

"You have yet to prove otherwise, so yes, yes you are."

"Let's go back to my room and I will prove to you I am not a kid!"

"How? By throwing a tantrum when you realize it's never going to happen between us? Like I said before Ashley, I'm too much for a child to handle."

Ashley stands, infuriated now, "Oh you just wait, it will happen! And you will be the one having the problem handling me!" She opens the door and walks out, slamming it behind her. "Ugh! The nerve of that woman!" A group of freshmen passing by stare at her, "What?!" She yells and they mumble something while putting their heads down, quickly walking away.

"Point proved, Miss Davies."

Ashley turns around to find Miss Carlin leaning against her door frame smirking, "I have no idea as to what you are talking about."

"Right… well, don't forget your detention is still on for Monday morning." She turns her office light off and shuts the door, quickly locking it. "Have a nice day Ashley; try not to yell at too many people, it's not one of your better qualities." She walks away from her door and heads down the hallway going who knows where.

Ashley spins around and storms off to her room. Stomping her feet the whole way. No one says anything to her as she passes by, knowing its better just to leave her alone. Everyone that is, but Madison. "Hey queer, what's wrong? Did Miss C turn you down? I knew she had good taste, she probably didn't want to catch anything."

Ashley whirls around so she's facing Madison, "Madi you used to think this," she gestures up and down to her own body, "was the best. If I remember correctly, you couldn't keep your hands off it." She smirks as Madison's face turns crimson red, "what was it you said about it? It was better with me than…"

"Don't you dare!" Madison is right in front of Ashley now, fists and jaw clenched, "I swear Ashley, I'll tell Kyla if you do!" Ashley's smirk disappears and Madison regains her composure, "I mean you wouldn't want your mom and sister to find out, would you?"

Ashley sighs and takes a step back, "Fine Madi, just go away." Defeated for now, Ashley turns and walks into her room. She falls into her bed and starts sobbing. After about ten minutes of crying, she splashes her face with water and goes into her closet grabbing her flask. After a few hearty chugs, it's empty. Ashley takes a deep breath and curls up in bed clinging to her stuffed alligator, feeling numb.