Ashley was three fourths of the way done with her paper, when she got a call from the bestie, Aiden.

"Ruff cchuupp?" the brunette asked, pen in her mouth and deep in the thought process as she sat indian syle ontop of her bed, laptop on her knees.

"Huh? I don't speak Ashley language," he said, sounding confused.

Ashley removed the pen from her mouth, placing it behind her left ear.

"I said what's up?" she repeated, eyes on her computer screen.

"Ohh, nothing much just getting home from practice, and dinner with the guys. You being studious again?" he asked curiously.

"What? Me? No!" the hazel-eyed girl replied all too quickly, taking her black-rimed glasses off suddenly and tossing them on the bed as if her best friend could see her.

"Uh huh..." Aiden replied, obviously not convinced.

"Whatever Aid, I'm not a nerd," Ashley said while rolling her eyes, pulling up Facebook on her laptop and minimizing the word document with her paper on it.

"Yeah, right Ash. You're a closet nerd and we both know it!" he teased.

"And you're a closet fag so we're even," the brunette replied with a grin.

There was a small silence and Ashley could tell she had hit a nerve.

"Asshole…" Aiden mumbled.

"Haha, yeah, yeah. Better luck next time. Oh, guess what happened at practice today?"

"What, did you and Spencer get it on in the locker room?" the star basketball asked hopefully.

Ashley raised her eyebrows in surprise. "No, god Aiden do you think of anything besides sex?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?" he asked.

Ashley did her second eye roll and sighed. "Yes. Anyway I was gonna say Alex flipped on me at practice today."

"What?! Why? Is sick of the love triangle already?" Aiden guessed with excitement.

The brunette shook her head and twisted up her face. "No! Wha- I don't even wanna know; nevermind. Would you stop the guessing game? She was mad, confused, and hurt because her mom and dad are getting divorced."

"Ohh, damn," he said, sounded disappointed slightly but serious. "I'm sorry dude. Did you two talk it out?"

"Yeah we're straight but I don't know I just, I feel bad for her. I've been there ya know?"

"Yeah of course I do; we both do. It's a hard thing. Text her and let her know I'm here for her if she's needs anything…and I don't mean that in a sexual way…I mean…unless she wants to-" he rambled.

Bye Aid," Ashley said, completing her third eye roll of the conversation and hanging up, not wanting to her the rest of what her best friend was going to say.

She shook her head and sighed once again, trying to put her thoughts about Alex aside for a little while longer as she read over on her paper.

30 minutes later Ashley was finished and decided to text Alex.

Turns out the black-haired girl was staying at her house with her dad and her mom had left earlier in the day, leaving a note saying she was moving out and she would have her lawyer be in contact. Ouch.

Ashley offered to have Alex spend the night again but she declined, saying that her and her father were going to keep each other company.

So since the hazel-eyed closet nerd had no more homework, she laid in bed watching MTV, and the next thing she knew, she was out for night.

The next morning the brunette was awakened by who else but her mother.

"Ashley Marie Davies! Get up!" she called, knocking on her daughter's bedroom door.

She groaned and rolled over, thinking that her mom was standing over her at first, then realizing Miss Davies was standing outside of her conveniently locked door.

"I'm not saying it again, and I don't wanna hear about you being late! Coach Morton said if you don't get there, you don't start," her mother said, walking away.

The brunette sat up, stretched and checked her cell phone.

2 missed phone calls and 1 new voicemail, both from Spencer.

Ashley immediately checked her voicemail.

"Hey its Spencer. Sorry I guess you're probably sleeping and normally I wouldn't have called you but my text messaging has been acting up soo yeahh…Anyway I was just wondering if you were coming to get me in the morning so I guess just text me or call when you wake up. Alright, bye."

The brunette checked the time. 7:15am.

"Shit! I gotta hurry up so I can get her," the team captain said out loud, standing up suddenly and tripping over her heavy bedspread, hitting the floor as she tried to walk.

After standing back up she flung open her dresser, digging drastically for a pair of basketball shorts and a King High hoodie.

10 minutes later she was racing out of the house, her hair in a sloppy bun ontop of her head and sneakers untied as she left the house without even saying bye to her mother.

Ashley texted Spencer as soon as she got into her Range Rover, telling her that she was on the way.

Once she got there, the blonde was already outside waiting.

"Morning sunshine," the new girl said with a smile and laugh as she got into the vehicle.

"Ha ha…I was in a rush this morning," the brunette replied.

"I believe it, you got a little something right there," Spencer said, pointing to her own mouth with her index finger to show the other girl.

Ashley looked at the blue-eyed girl to see what she was talking about, and then shifted her gaze back to the road, trying to focus on getting to school on time and getting the imperfection off of her face.

"What is it? Is it white?" she asked as she continued to try and wipe around her mouth with her hand.

"Yeah, you're not getting it though," Spencer replied, watching the brunette try in vain to remove it.

"Probably toothpaste, dammit," Ashley said, starting to get slightly bothered by the persistent imperfection,

The blonde chuckled. "Yeah I hope so Here let me help you," she said, using her own thumb to remove the toothpaste from the corner of Ashley's face, absent-mindedly letting her other fingers run down around and behind the other girl's left ear.

Little did the blonde know but, around the ear was one of Ashley's turn on spots and at that moment that combined with the warmth, softness of her hand, and close proximity made the brunette tune out and veer to the left slightly.

The car in the lane to the left blew the horn, snapping her out of it.

"Shit!" she said out loud, veering back to the right and causing Spencer to get jerked back to the passenger side of the car.

"You ok?" the blue-eyed girl asked slightly concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, sorry. Normally I'm a good driver, minus the accumulation of speeding tickets I have," Ashley replied quickly, feeling awkward, slightly uncomfortable and trying to avoid eye contact and look straight ahead.

Spencer noticed the lack of eye contact, but just assumed that the other girl just wanted to focus on driving.

"Okay, well good news is the toothpaste smear is gone," the new girl said with a smile.

"Hah, thanks, I owe you one," the brunette replied quietly as she pulled into the school parking lot, and right on time I might add.

As the two girls entered the building they were greeted once again by who else…Principal Dick Newman.