I've had a pretty good response to th first chapter so I think I'll keep firing on all cylinders with this one.
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So here's chapter two. I hope you enjoy it.
I really really hate Monday's. It's the last period of the day and I've been clockwatching for about half an hour. I swear to God that time is moving extra slow just to spite me.
The bell finally rings and everyone jumps up and rushes for the door. I love the end of the day stampedes out of the classroom, it's one of the only times I can put my super pointy elbows to good use.
When I've finally muscled my way out of the classroom I immediately spot Taylor leaning casually against the lockers opposite the door and I walk over to her kind of warily because I swear she's supposed to be at soccer practice this afternoon. And if Taylor's not where she's supposed to be it's normally because she's a) in trouble or b) up to something.
"What's up Tay?" I ask her suspiciously. "I thought you had training after school on Monday's?"
"Cancelled." She grunts and I can tell that she's in a bad mood. "The pansies field is under maintenance or some shit like that and they need to use ours because they have a big game coming up. So of course everyone forgets about our first game of the season against Benson next week. I hate this school. Sexist wankers the lot of them."
Ah, that would explain the bad mood. Taylor is the captain of the King High soccer team and she takes her role very seriously. She's also proclaimed war on the King High football team or the 'pansies' as she refers to them as. There have been several occasions when I have literally had to drag her away from a group of angry jocks before things got ugly.
"I was gonna walk home." Taylor continues, thankfully looking less angry. "But I was wondering if you could give me a lift?"
"Sure." I shrug and we both begin walking towards the student parking lot. "Where's your bike?"
Dora the motorbike is Taylor's baby. I'm not kidding you; she actually calls it Dora and talks to it like it's not an inanimate hunk of metal. Don't tell her I said that or she might actually murder me.
"I'm half way through installing some new cartridge emulators and Mr Carlin next door even offered to help me adjust her suspension." Taylor replies with the same dreamy expression she always gets when she talks about Dora. "Not that there was anything wrong with the suspension but I recently read in Bike that adjusting it to suit your physique can seriously improve handling and ..."
By this time I've completely tuned her out. Taylor isn't what I'd call a chatty person; when I actually want to talk about something all I get is grunts and monosyllables but when it comes to that damn bike she could go on and on for days. It's seriously annoying!
We finally reach my Porsche Cayenne and she's still bloody talking! I think she's realised that I'm not listening but doesn't really care. I shake my head as we both clamber in and I reverse out of the space. Suddenly something Taylor says manages to catch my attention.
"– Hey look, there's Spencer."
I whip around in my cream leather seat so fast that I think I now have whiplash. Great. I follow Taylor's gaze and my eyes fix on Spencer who's standing on the sidewalk shouting into her cell phone angrily. Holy shit she looks hot when she's pissed.
Some rude person beeps behind me and I realise that I've come to a complete stop and am causing a massive traffic jam. Oops.
"Let's give her a ride." Taylor suggests eagerly.
"No!" I protest furiously. I have no idea why but I am so not ready to meet her in person.
"Why not? I know she's hanging around with Madison but when I spoke to her yesterday she seemed really nice. Plus, it's more environmentally friendly to carpool." Damn her and her geographical reasoning.
Just as I'm about to come up with a counterargument Taylor has already wound down her window (I knew I should have put a child lock on her side) and is calling out to Spencer.
"Hey Carlin! Need a ride?"
Spencer looks up, startled and says something to the person on the phone before disconnecting. I notice her eyes checking out my car. Oh yeah baby, she totally digs my car. I love this car, it's the reason I get laid so often. That and my smoking body. Yeah, now might be a good time to tell you that although I have many, many brilliant traits, modesty is not one of them.
Spencer looks unsure for a moment and I'm pretty sure that it's because Taylor is half hanging out of the window grinning at her in that creepy way that she seems to think makes her look sexy but another son of a bitch beeps their horn and she hurries over, jumping into my back seat. I would make a sexual joke about back seats but the only thought running through my mind goes something along the lines of 'Oh. My. God. Spencer Carlin is in my car!'
I don't know why this girl is having such a weird affect on me because my heart is now beating a mile a minute and my hands are sweating all over my leather steering wheel.
In my nervousness I step on the gas a little bit too enthusiastically and nearly take out a couple of freshman who had decided that now was a great time to cross the road. I cringe as I have to brake sharply. Spencer probably wouldn't have accepted the ride if she'd known that there was a freshman murdering lunatic behind the wheel.
"Spencer, this is my friend Ashley Davies." Taylor introduces us when I've finally managed to get out of the parking lot and onto the open road.
I briefly turn back to give her a small smile and my breath hitches in my throat. She's even more stunning up close. Her hair is shiny and golden and I have to restrain myself from reaching out and touching it. Her eyes are even bluer than before and they sparkle happily in the sunlight streaming through the window... Man, when did I become such a loser?
"Uh...Hi."
Damn it, could I have sounded anymore lame? Now Taylor is definitely gonna know that something's up. I never stutter when I talk to girls.
I chance a glance to my left and Taylor is looking at me with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I really hate it when she looks at me like that. Damn her and her freakishly strong forehead muscles!
"Hi." Spencer smiles sweetly at me and I think I just swooned. What the actual fuck?
Okay Ashley, just focus on the road and ignore her. Think unsexy thoughts. Err...sweaty Aiden!...sweaty Spencer...No wait, Aha! I've got it. Old people having sex!...mmm, sex with Spencer. Okay then, that's definitely not gonna work. Think Ashley, think! Christine! Ew. That did the trick. Although it's kinda sad that the thought of my own mother repulses me.
"Thank you for the ride."
Great. She just couldn't keep quiet could she? Now I'm back to square one.
Christine! Christine! Christine!
"My brother was supposed to give me a lift but it would seem he left without me."
Christine! Christine! Christine! Christine!
"And I have no idea where my other brother's got to. He probably saw that chess club poster." She lets out a little giggle and it's the best sound to ever grace my ears. "He's a bit of a -."
"CHRISTINE!"
Aw fuck, please tell me I did not just shout that aloud.
I risk a glance in my wing mirror at Spencer who looks slightly shocked and then over at Taylor who's grinning like Christmas just came early.
"Err...Ash? Why did you just randomly scream your mother's name?" She asks with an evil smirk before she dissolves into a fit of hysterical laughter.
I hate her. As of this moment, our friendship is officially over.
"Sorry about that." I mutter to Spencer, who's looking at me like I'm the world's biggest lunatic. "I swear I'm not crazy, just a little eccentric."
She laughs again and I can't help but smile. I never knew what people meant when they said that someone's laugh was contagious, but I totally get it now.
"Aren't we all?" She sends me another sweet smile. I think she's actually trying to kill me.
Unfortunately for me, whilst I'm mentally congratulating myself for saving the situation I do not realise just how close I've been driving to the kerb and have to swerve dramatically to avoid flattening the old lady on the sidewalk.
Why does God hate me?
"Have you been drinking again?" Taylor makes it worse by saying in a patronising tone. "Ashley Davies! What have I told you about drunk driving?"
I send her the scariest glare I can muster and am satisfied to see the smirk slide clean off her face.
'I'm. Going. To. Kill. You.' I mouth, just in case she didn't already get the message. She definitely gets it now because she rapidly turns to look out of the window. Coward.
When I finally pull up outside Taylor's house I have to restrain myself from jumping out and doing a happy dance. I honestly thought that we weren't going to make it, not because of my dodgy driving but I was seriously considering taking a detour to the coast and throwing Taylor off a cliff.
I can't help but notice how fast Spencer jumps out of my car. She obviously didn't think that we were going to make it either. Although her reasoning probably had more to do with my driving than murdering Taylor. In my defence, the dodgy driving was totally her fault. Nobody should be allowed to be that hot. It's a danger to society.
"Would you like to come around mine and hang out or something?" I hear Taylor ask Spencer as I get out of my car.
Part of me desperately wants to spend some time with the blonde but an even bigger part of me wants to get away with from her so I can compose myself. Just being in her presence is sending my nerves haywire and I'll be fucked if I know why.
"Thanks, but I should really start unpacking my stuff." Spencer gives Taylor a smile and it might just be wishful thinking but I swear it isn't as bright as the one she gave me. "Another time?"
"Sure." Taylor shrugs one shoulder. Why? I have no idea; in my opinion it made her look slightly retarded. "If you need anything you know where I live."
Spencer chuckles lightly and I'm so preoccupied with listening to the heavenly sound that I trip on the kerb and would have fallen on my face if it wasn't for Taylor's steadying hand on my shoulder. Now that could have been seriously embarrassing.
I tilt my head down to look at the sidewalk, feeling the blush start to form on my cheeks. I swear I've blushed more today than I have in my entire life. I raise my eyes from the floor just in time to catch Taylor imitating someone drinking from a pint glass and pointing gleefully at me.
I hate her.
"Anyway." Spencer says with a husky laugh that sends weird tingles down my spine. "I better go. My parents will be waiting to interrogate me about my first day." She turns and begins to walk down her path and I experience a brief feeling of disappointment before I'm distracted by her ass and the way it shimmies when she walks. She suddenly turns back to look at us and I quickly raise my eyes to her face, which is admittedly just as nice as her other...assets.
"Bye Taylor. Thanks for the ride Ashley."
Oh. My. God. Did she just wink at me? I think she just winked at me. Or did she? I have been known to imagine these things.
"Yes Ash, she did just wink at you." I almost jump out of my skin when Taylor speaks. I'd completely forgotten she was there.
I turn to face her with a slight grimace on my face. I'm almost definite that I'm about to get teased to within an inch of my life. Taylor is a naturally intuitive person, especially when it comes to me, so there is absolutely no chance that she didn't notice my odd behaviour. Hell, a monkey would have noticed my odd behaviour! I wasn't exactly subtle.
When I have fully faced my best friend I'm all out cringing, readying myself for the verbal-bashing that I'm sure I'm about to receive.
Err...why is she looking at me like that?
The expression on Taylor's face is weird. She's smiling, but it's not the teasing smirk I expected. In fact, she almost looks proud. It's actually kinda creeping me out.
"Er. Tay? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because I knew you couldn't be a cold-hearted ladykiller forever."
What the fuck does that mean? Sometimes I really do not understand that girl and I hate it when she acts like she knows something that I don't. Like right now for instance.
"What are you talking about?" I ask her, although I know that there's pretty much no point because her answer will probably be even more cryptic.
"You'll see." Is all she says, still smiling that annoying smile that makes me want to hit her. Wow, Taylor really brings out my violent side.
She wraps an arm around my shoulders and starts to steer me towards her front door.
"Come on Davies. Come in and have a drink, I'll make you one of those three tiered sandwiches you like so much and then we can watch Spencer get changed out of the bathroom window. It's directly opposite her bedroom. You can even borrow my binoculars."
Did I mention how much I love her?
Thanks for reading.