CHPT. 11

When the brunette got back downstairs she heard her mom's voice.

She followed it and happened to overhear a conversation as she approached the living room.

"No, no, that's not quick enough. This needs to be sooner," Christine said into the phone, pacing back and forth.

Apparently the other person said something that Ashley's mom didn't agree with because Miss Davies raised her voice a whole octave. "Look you're going to do this, I don't care it kills you! Get it done by the end of the weekend!"

Ashley took the opportunity to approach with caution, walking loudly so her mother would know she was coming.

All the sudden when the teen came into view, Christine hurried off the phone saying, "Oh, I'm gonna have to call you back," then hanging up.

"What was that about?" Ashley asked curiously.

"Nothing, jus some business stuff you know," her mom said with a classic Davies cover up smile, putting her cell phone in her purse.

"Right," the teen replied disbelievingly. "So what did you need to tell me?"

Miss Davies continued to smile, but looked slightly unsure as she said, "Have a seat Ashley."

The co-captain sat down cautiously on the sofa quietly, waiting for the news.

Christine sat down on a couch opposite to her daughter and took a deep breath.

Ashley mentally prepared herself, picking up the signals that this was probably going to in fact be bad news…at least for her.

"Soo you know how I've been going on these long business trips lately right?" Miss Davies said while smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in her skirt.

"Umm yeah, what about them?" the teen said, becoming slightly impatient.

"Well turns out all the work I've been putting on has got me a promotion! A huge one!" Christine exclaimed, smiling genuinely this time.

"That was the big news? That's it?" Ashley questioned carefully.

"Not exactly…" her mom replied, tone becoming a little less excited. "The promotion would take me away from LA."

"Oh so you much more you gonna be jettin out?" the brunette asked, not developing a full understanding just yet.

"No, sweetie. I'm not talking about a being gone a few more days a week. I'm talking about us moving to New York," Christine said softly, finally letting the cat out of the bag.

Ashley's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.

Miss Davies saw this and decided this might be her last opportunity to say anything before she had to brace herself for her daughter's reaction, so she rambled on.

"We're not leaving till the end of next week at the earliest…the fucking moving company can't get their shit together. Anyway you'll have plenty of time to say bye to your friends and…"

Ashley had stopped listening to what her mom was saying. She was watching her mouth move but it was like she was suddenly deaf. She felt a rage boiling up inside of her like a hot pot on the stove…and any second she was about to explode. Hell she probably even had smoke coming out of her ears; wouldn't be surprising.

"Who the fuck did you have to sleep with to get this job?" the teen blurted out, stopping her mother mid sentence as she talked about the good schools that Ashley could go to.

"Excuse me?" Miss Davies asked, taken aback by the rude and irrelevant question.

"You heard me, And you know what, I don't even know what fucking makes you think I would move all the way across the country with you! You didn't even ask me how I felt about it." Ashley started off, standing up and moving towards her mom as her voice got louder.

"Well I-, I thought that-" Christine said, trying to quickly diffuse the situation before being interrupting.

"I wasn't done. I don't care what your pathetic excuse for being a shitty ass mom is. I'm not moving, so fuck you, fuck your promotion, and fuck New York. You can keep two outta three because I'm staying!" the co-captain said, then stomped out of the living room, heading for her own.

"Ashley? Ashley! Wait just a minute!" Miss Davies said, standing up quickly and walking to the stairwell, trying to catch her daughter before the door…slammed.

Too late.

Christine sighed, running her left hand across the back of her neck as if it was sore, and then walked back into the living room.

***

"She really fucking did that? Wow what a bitch!" Alex said while on the phone with Ashley.

"Yeah I know, shit is just real fucked up right now," Ashley said with a disappointed sigh.

"So what are you gonna do?" the blacked-haired girl replied.

"I don't know, but I know with the game tomorrow night and school and college even, I don't have time to stress about that," the brunette said, sounding down.

"Damn right. You still coming over tonight babe? Bet I can find a couple way to uh…make you feel better," Alex said seductively.

The hazel-eyed girl smiled, mode instantly improving.

"Oh yeah, I'm there. Give me like an hour and I'll be at your doorstep."

"Ok, I'll be waiting, and Ash, your ass is on the clock," she said, hanging up the phone.

"Mhmm, yes ma'am," Ashley said, then went straight to the shower in lifted spirits, excitedly anticipating the night of anatomical exploration.