A/N: Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while since I last posted, school has been keeping me pretty busy lately. Anyways, just wanted to say thank you for all of the reviews, and I'll try to post sooner!

Hearing a knock on her door, Ashley yells to come in as she was expecting Erica. She takes a swig of whichever bottle she can get her hands on. Nearly choking she eyes the girl that walks calmly into her, looking at her suspiciously, "What the hell are you doing in here?"

Madison just shakes her head as looks at Ashley, "Shut up and give me a drink of that."

Ashley just rolls her eyes and holds out the bottle. Madison shuts the door and joins her on the bed, taking a swig, "I saw you kick the shit out of Andrew this weekend and since Chelsea doesn't get back until tonight and your sister is oblivious, I just wanted to make sure you're ok…"

Ashley eyes her for a second before just shrugging, "I've been better." She takes the bottle back and takes a hearty swig, "so where are your minions? They're usually attached at your hip, what's going to happen when they find you with me?"

She just shrugs, "Who cares," she picks up a bottle from the side of the bed and smiles as she holds it up to Ashley, "cheers!" They clink their bottles together and drink until they're both giggling messes.

"Well, well, isn't this cute…"

The two drunken girls look up to find Chelsea standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"CHELSEA! Heeeey!" Madison smiles up at her, "Ashley was just telling me about the time Sherry tried to put the moves on her." She starts giggling again, which causes Ashley to start back up.

Chelsea just shakes her head and walks into the room and shutting the door so no one sees the two of them getting along, "Yeah Chels, come join us! I have more booze in here somewhere…"

She laughs at Ashley's slurred words, but shakes her head, "No thanks doll, some of us have to be up in the morning."

"Boo, you're such a Debbie downer, right Madi?"

"Right Ashley." They both start snickering again.

Chelsea laughs for a second, "Right well, I will leave you two to it then. Ashley I'll be by in the morning to get you up for class."

"Okie dokie smoky!"

"Bye Debbie!"

Rolling her eyes, Chelsea walks out of the room leaving the girls to pass out, hopefully sooner rather than later.

As she leaves Ashley's room Miss Carlin is walking by, "Hey Miss C."

Miss Carlin barely glances at her, "Chelsea."

Thrown off by her cold demeanor, she walks towards her, "Err…umm, is something wrong?"

Stopping, she turns around to face her with her arms crossed, "Well yes Miss Lewis, actually there is. I'm usually a pretty good judge of character and I was pretty sure Ashley and yourself were great girls. So I have to admit, I was little thrown off when Ashley proved me wrong last night by telling me about a little bet between the two of you. Now, I might expect this from her, but what I really don't understand is how someone such as yourself could get involved in such cruel games. So I have to wonder where I went wrong when two of my students just disappointed me beyond belief. So now I have a very clear opinion of you two, and I have to admit, I'm kind of hoping you'll grow up and prove me wrong about this one." Before Chelsea has a chance to respond, she turns away and storms off down the hall.

Chelsea hangs her head for a minute before letting out a deep sigh. Frustrated with herself and with Ashley now, she decides to go to her room for the night and deal with Ashley tomorrow.

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Around 9a.m. Ashley hears someone pounding on her door. "Ashley, wake up! You've already missed first period!" Whoever it is knocks on the door a few more times and then finally goes away.

Sitting up, clearly a bad choice as her head is throbbing, causes Ashley to let out a groan and much to her surprise she hears someone let out a groan beside her. Ashley turns to find a just as confused Madison looking at her. It isn't until their eyes meet that the situation sinks in; they were in bed together, clad only in underwear and could not remember a good part of last night. It is this realization that causes Ashley to jump out of bed and move as far away as possible from Madison despite the fact that it just causes her head to feel worse. It is also this realization that causes Madison to fall off of the bed when she attempts to jump out of it.

"Ow!" She sits up on the floor and that's when she begins to panic even more, "Oh my god, we didn't? Ewe, oh my god, oh god…"

Ashley eyes the room, finding her clothes thrown everywhere, as well as Madison's. Grabbing the nearest shirt, she quickly puts it on and shakes her head at Madison who is pretty much hyperventilating as she hurriedly puts her clothes on.

"I mean oh my god, we didn't right Ashley? You can not tell anyone! It was a mistake, you took advantage of me. You know what? No, this did not happen. We probably just got hot or something, that's all." She's pacing and shrieking now, making Ashley's head hurt worse.

Ashley feels the bile rising up her throat at the thought of her and Madison hooking up again, "Trust me Madi, I would not have to take advantage of you if I wanted you, you never had a problem whipping your clothes off around me." She falls into her desk chair holding her stomach, "I think I'm going to be sick and great now I'm probably going to have to be tested as well. What do you think you gave me? Herpes? Please tell me it's something I can get rid of at least."

"SHUT UP! We did not sleep together!" She has finally stopped pacing and is staring at Ashley with her fists clenched at her side. "You speak to no one about this! Neither of us can remember what happened, so even if we did do something, which we didn't, it doesn't count."

Ashley smirks, "So that's your rule, huh? If you can't remember it doesn't count? Nice. And by the way, you are not something I'm going to go around bragging about. Especially since it would prevent from ever getting laid again… seriously, what do you have right now? Chlamydia?"

"UGH! I hate you! This is the last time I ever try to be nice to you, look at where it gets me!"

"It gets you a pretty good lay, if I do say so myself."

Madison stomps her foot and heads to the door, "Trust me, you're not that good! Don't even look at me in the halls, and just so you know this doesn't change anything."

"Can you go now?" She grabs a towel and starts to walk towards her bathroom, "I have to try and clean your stench off of me now."

Madison scowls and walks out of the room, slamming the door as she leaves. Ashley cringes at this, and groans as her ears are now ringing. After a quick shower, it finally hits her that she might have actually slept with Madison. Feeling that bile rise once again, she quickly walks over to her dresser and takes out her cherished flask.

As she is in mid chug, in walks Chelsea, "Have fun last night?"

This simple question causes Ashley to spit the alcohol everywhere, "What?!? No of course not, I was with Madi, of course it was boring. Why? What have you heard?"

Chelsea looks at her confused and then quickly snaps out of it when she remembers why she came in here. Her anger building again, she grabs the flask out of her hand, "So Ash…ran into Miss Carlin last night. And she wasn't too happy with you OR me. So of course, confused as to why since I had just gotten back last night, I asked her what was wrong. And do you know what she told me?" Ashley just shakes her head, too focused on thinking of a way to get the flask back to really pay attention or give it much thought; too focused to notice Chelsea toss the flask on the bed and replace it with a pillow. Too focused to realize Chelsea is now swinging the pillow at her until it makes contact. Not stopping, she continues to hit her with pillow between every word, "She told me that you told her about the bet!" Throwing the pillow off to the side she turns back towards Ashley who still has her hands in front of her face to block the blows from the pillow, "why the hell would you tell her about the bet?!"

Realizing she threw the pillow off the side, she lowers her hands. "I didn't mean to, I was upset with her and it slipped out. Gosh, that last one hurt!"

"Good, I'm glad! You may willingly like to hurt people's feelings and try to screw up all of your relationships, but from now on do me a favor and let me do it for myself! God Ashley, she hates me now! And this time I don't even want to know what the hell happened that caused you to 'slip' because I can guarantee it was just you trying to push her away. I'm getting sick of this Ashley; you don't think of the consequences and just drink away the pain. Which reminds me, you're drinking is getting ridiculous Ashley! If you keep going like this you're going to need rehab! You need to realize that this shit you pull affects more people than just yourself!"

"Are you done lecturing now? Because I'm quite bored with it…you should be happy, you won the bet."

Chelsea sighs and leaves the room, not saying another word.

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"You know what Al? We don't need anyone else anyways. They're all just a waste of time, you know?" Ashley looks down at her stuffed alligator that's currently sitting to the left of her. She's propped up against a tree out by the lake, with guitar in hand, Al sitting next to her, and a bottle of Absolute that she stole from Aiden to the right of her. "They all think they're so smart and that everyone needs everyone. But you know what Al? From now on it's just me and you. You know why?" She starts to strum on her guitar and sing:

"'Cause it's you and me, Al
and all of the people with nothing' to do
nothing' to lose
and its you and me
and all of the people

And I don't know why
I cant keep my eyes off of you."

She stops playing and takes a small drink of the Absolute, grimacing as it goes down. "And who does Chelsea think she is lecturing me like that? I mean I know she's my best friend, but so are you and you don't try to lecture me all the time. And rehab?!? Me? I don't need to go to rehab; I do not have a problem! Besides Al, it failed last time he tried to make me go, what makes her think I'd go this time…" She starts to strum a few chords on her guitar, once again breaking out into song:

"They tried to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no.
Yes I been black, but when I come back
you wont know, know, know.

"Come on Al, join in!"

"I ain't got the time
and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab
I wont go, go, go."

Once again, she stops playing and takes a swig of the alcohol.

"You know, if I didn't know how attached you are to that alligator, I'd think you're losing it… not only for the fact that you are talking to him, but also that you're actually playing that dreadful song."

Ashley just rolls her eyes, refusing to look at her, knowing that when she does she'll get drawn in. "Can you go away? I'm kind of in the middle of a serious conversation…"

"Nope, sorry." Spencer takes a seat to the right of her picking up the bottle of Absolute and tossing it into the lake.

"HEY! What the hell is wrong with you?!? If I didn't want you here before I definitely do not want you here now! I thought I made that clear to you last night!"

"Yes well, as hurtful as your comments were, I'm still your teacher and so I still worry about you. So, looks like you're just going to have to deal with me because I'm not going anywhere."

"Fine if you won't go, Al and I will." She attempts to get up, but fails as she is much drunker than she thought. "Actually, you know what? I change my mind, this spot is comfortable and I shouldn't have t give it up just because you are here."

Spencer rolls her eyes and watches the girl as she sets her guitar off to the side, "So why are you drunk this time?"

"Because when you drink certain thoughts or memories go away, and I currently have one that involves a particular Latina that definitely needs to go away. Besides for me, it's better to feel numb all the time." Ashley sloppily smacks herself in the face for giving out so much information, "hey, you tricked me!"

Angry with herself for spilling so much, Ashley makes a vow right then to not talk to Spencer anymore.

"You know, it's ok to let your guard down every once in a while. It might even help you deal with whatever issues you have."

"Issues?!? I do not have issues!"

"Right… because it's normal for 18 year old girls to sleep their way through the school and get drunk every morning to not feel any pain… got it."

"You don't know what you are talking about! I do not sleep my way through the school, only the girls thank you very much!"

"Because that's so much better…" She rolls her eyes and looks at Ashley, taking in the girl's frustrated features.

"That is so much better. It could be worse; I could be like half of the girls here and sleep with all of the football team and already had to have an abortion so their parent's reputations wouldn't be ruined."

Spencer sighs, "Ashley you just need to talk to someone…"

"Yeah, right? And who should I talk to, you? I just met you like what, a few months ago? Why the hell would I want to tell you my secrets?"

"Because I care about you, and despite what you may think, I'm not going to disappear on you or hurt you or betray you. I…" she sighs and reaches over to squeeze Ashley's hand, "I just wish you would believe me…"

This causes Ashley to finally lock eyes with Spencer, and although she's a little blurry, she gets sucked into those bluer than blue eyes. "I can't… I'm just…I'm afraid."

Sighing, Spencer looks away and begins to stand, "Well, one day you need to stop being afraid. Because if you don't you're going to push away everyone that loves and cares about you, and when you finally admit to needing them they aren't going to be there anymore. I'm always here if you need someone to talk to, please remember that." She smiles weakly, "I'll let you get back to your conversation with Al, do try to make it to class tomorrow… sober." She winks and walks away.

Ashley stares out at the lake, when she can no longer see Spencer, "Al I need to start hanging out with more people like you…" she glances down at him to find him also staring out at the lake, "the kind that can't talk back or make me fall for them."