Spencer watches the girl leave the class, and shakes her head
Bursting into Spencer's office, well more like stumbling into an open doorway, she finds Spencer staring at one of her bookshelves deep in thought. "You had no right!" Ashley slams the door behind her and locks it turning back to a very confused and startled looking Spencer.
"No right to…" But before she can get anymore out she is being pushed up against a wall and being kissed hard with hands touching her everywhere…
After the initial shock, Spencer's body finally reacts to the kiss. Grabbing Ashley's waist she pulls the girl into her, leaving no space between them, and eliciting a soft moan from Ashley as their hips meet.
It isn't until Ashley's tongue meets her own, that Spencer's senses kick in. That she finally tastes and smells the alcohol on Ashley.
Shaking her head lightly, she shoves Ashley away from her, breathing heavily. "You're drunk!"
Ashley smiles lazily at this, "I told Al you were smart too."
"I can't believe you! Ashley you need to leave. Now."
Shaking her head adamantly, Ashley steps closer to Spencer, and grabs her waist slightly pinning her against the wall, "Spence, you kissed me back. I know you want me just as bad as I want you."
Spencer shakes her head and turns it to the side, avoiding any kind of eye contact with Ashley. "Not like this. Not when you're drunk. You should go now Ash."
"Spence, look at me." She only receives a head shake. "Come on, please?"
Giving in, Spencer turns her head and meets Ashley's brown eyes. Smiling, Ashley leans her forehead against Spencer's, "There you are. You're so beautiful, did you know that?"
Shaking her head, Spencer closes her eyes and a tear rolls down her cheek. "Your eyes just hypnotize me whenever I look into them… so blue and so perfect. And you're so smart and such a great dresser. Al and I agree that I'd be a fool to not want you…" she brings her hand to Spencer's chest, over her heart, "to not want this." Reaching down, she grabs Spencer's hand and brings it to her mouth, kissing it lightly. "Gosh Spence, you're freakin' perfect. Anytime I see you smile I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. You do things to me that I can't even begin to understand."
With tears spilling down her cheeks, Spencer shakes her head again, "I can't do this." She lightly shoves Ashley back and walks behind her desk, grabbing a tissue.
"Why not?" Ashley asks as she turns around to look at her.
Wiping her face, Spencer lets out an exasperated sigh. "Because you're drunk Ashley! I spilled my guts to you earlier and you looked at me like I was something gross you found on the bottom of your shoe. I want you Ashley, I do. I can't pretend that I don't. But not like this! I don't want the Ashley that shuts me out for weeks because of one little mistake. I don't want the Ashley that drinks away her problems and can't admit how she's feeling until she's completely wasted or the Ashley who pushes anyone that cares about her away and says or does mean things to hurt them."
Frustrated, Spencer throws away the tissue, giving up on wiping away the tears that won't seem to stop. "I want the Ashley that I went to the lake with and talked to me for hours about anything that came to mind… the Ashley that has ridiculous conversations with her stuffed alligator and brings him with wherever she goes. I want the Ashley that I always see in the music lab; who lets her guard down and allows herself to be vulnerable when she thinks no one else is around." She pauses, wiping her eyes and sighs, "I just want the side of Ashley that you don't let anyone see… the Ashley that stole my heart when she wasn't even trying."
Not saying anything, Ashley just stares at her.
Sniffling, Spencer takes a seat at her desk, "You should go, I have work to do."
"Spence, I…"
With a small shake of her head, Spencer cuts her off. "Go before I tell Mrs. Keaton you've been drinking."
Sighing, Ashley spins around and leaves the office, throwing the door open, causing it to crash into the wall. As she makes her way down the hall, back to her dorm room, a poor, unsuspecting freshman gets shoved out of her way. Once again, none of this goes unnoticed.
Wiping away the last of her tears, Spencer begins her search on the computer.
"You know, you really ought to be more careful where you have certain conversations at."
"Huh?" Spencer asks, not taking her eyes away from the computer screen.
"What I mean is, you should be a little bit more discrete if you're going to have conversations with the best friend of the student you're seeing or quarrels with said student."
This comment gaining Spencer's attention, she freezes and finally looks up from the screen to the doorway, "Excuse me?"
"People might hear you."
"There's nothing to hear."
"Luckily for you, it was just me who overheard you."
"How does that make me lucky exactly?"
Madison smirks as she shuts the door and takes a seat, "Because had it been anyone else, they might have tried to blackmail you or use it against Ashley."
Spencer looks at the girl apprehensively, not sure where this is going, "And you're not going to do that?" Spencer asks skeptically. "Aren't you the one who still holds a certain piece of information over her head everyday?"
Madison's smirk turns into a frown, "That's only because she's holding something against me. She started that."
Spencer sighs and shakes her head, "Ok, Madison… what do you want?"
"Oh I just came to have a little chat is all."
"A little chat?"
"Yes to let you know that you might want to be a bit more discrete. Oh and also," Madison stands and leans on Spencer's desk with her hands, getting in her face, "I just wanted to let you know that if you do screw Ashley over, and for whatever reason Chelsea isn't able to keep her promise, I will bury you. You will never find a job again unless it involves the question 'do you want fries with that?' I'll keep what I overheard to myself, but if I find her drunk after talking with you and a crying mess once again and have her babble on and on to me in her drunken stupor, I'll make you wish you never stepped foot in this school." She stands up straight once again, fixing the cuffs of her sleeve, "So, do we have a deal?"
Spencer stares at Madison with her mouth opened, beyond confused. Shaking her head, she regains her composure, "Are you seriously threatening me?"
Madison nods, "You know, mommy and daddy just hate seeing me upset. I'd hate to think of what they'd do if they found out a certain English teacher tried to force herself onto me in her office one afternoon when I was just simply asking for help with the homework."
"No one would believe that. You have no proof for any of this." Spencer replies calmer than she's feeling right now and finds herself standing.
Shrugging, Madison smiles evilly, "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
"Wait a second…" Spencer says as Madison gets to the door, "since when do you care about her? You two are horrible to each other."
"It's just what we do Miss C." Madison says with a smirk and a shrug, "we have a love-hate relationship, I'm not going to lie, it's more hate than love at times. But, I'm always going to be there for her when she needs it, just like she always is with me."
"Why'd you break up with her then?"
Madison gets a sad look in her eyes for a second, but quickly covers it up. "I was never enough for her. You see," she sighs, "she had to grow up a lot faster than any kid should, and I couldn't be the person she needed at the time. I didn't want to string her along and pretend I could be enough." She shrugs and opens the door, "besides, had I stuck around she would have ended it a week later anyways, she could never fully commit to anyone for too long after that happened, no one could ever make the pain go away enough for her." With that, Madison leaves the office and heads to her dorm room.
When she hears the door shut, Spencer nods to herself, as if deciding something, and picks up the phone, quickly dialing.
"Mom, it's me." She says nervously. "I've decided I'm doing it."
She stays quiet for a few minutes, listening to her mother until she can't take it anymore. "No mother! This has nothing to do with running into Jackie…"
"I don't care what you heard at the salon mother! Mrs. Phyllips is a liar anyways!"
"Will you listen to me?!" Yelling now, she can no longer contain an eye roll. "No mom, listen! I just need to do this, for me. I know you don't understand, but," she lets out a sigh, "can you please just support me on this?"
"Ok mom, I will. Yeah ok, love you too, bye." Sighing once again, Spencer hangs up the phone and begins massaging her temples.