"Right," time to get off that topic, "So where you going"

"Oh!" she says then looks down and starts digging in her pockets. I haven't seen her since she left my closet... she looks fine. I really, really like her hair straightened. She looks up at me while pulling out a piece of paper, "I have study hall, too."

"Yeah, right," I say snatching the paper away from her. I'm secretly crossing my toes right now, "Oh, sweet, you do," I hand the paper back to her, "So, you wanna sit with me?" I ask.

She shrugs, "I guess, I can, you know, to make you look cool. I am a cool kid, you know?" she's funny, I'm liking her even more. She's coming out of her shell but I would love to get her out of those clothes.

I scoff, "I'd be making you look cool, baby." Wow, my mouth talks faster than my mind can think. Don't you dare call her baby again. The bell rings, "Let's go, cool kid, before I get another tardy."

She nods, "Yeah." then we walk down to Mr. William's class. He's a cool guy, he doesn't really care if you're late as long as you can make him laugh. I remember this one time I had to explain in front of the whole class I was late. I was like ten minutes late and I said, "Oh, well, I was just having a quickie." and he laughed and so did the whole class... I wasn't kidding.

So Spencer walks into the door first, I look at the clock, we're only like three minutes late, he wont care. "Whoa, whoa why are you late?" she says to Spencer then I walk in and he makes eye contact, "Well, Ms. Davies, why are you late this time?" I must be his favorite student. He took the time to learn my name, I mean he doesn't know anyone's name.

"Um," let me think long and hard about this. This could make or break his idea of Spencer Carlin, "I was actually showing this young lady around the school," I'm not done but he cuts me off.

"Mm, I think you're still gonna need to get a tardy."

I push my palms in his direction, "Hold on now, I'm not done yet. As I was saying," I clear my throat, "I was showing her around the school... and my body. Pretty good for a first timer." I smile at Spencer.

The class and Mr. Williams laugh, what a horny bastard but I love the guy. He's not even that old so it's okay, you know? He'd actually be cute if I was straighter but nope... curvy line. "Okay, take your seats."

Spencer doesn't sit down, yet, "You know she's kidding, right?" Spencer says to Mr. Williams.

He smiles and nods, "Sure she is. Is that why you're smiling and blushing."

"I—" Spencer begins but I cut her off as I walk to the very back.

"Spencer, it's okay, they don't care if we get our freak on." and I give a devious smirk.

She narrows her eyes at me as I take my seat in the far let corner of the room, "Dead." she says staring directly into my eyes. I just smile big at her as she sits down, "I can't believe you said that out loud." she says whispering.

I throw my feet up on the desk, "Oh, whatever. You and I both know that's what you wanna be doing instead of sitting in this nothing class," I tilt back a little in my chair, "Or better yet, who?" I wonder how she's gonna take that level of flirting. I'm using my best game on her.

She still doesn't look too happy, wait, wait—there's a smile and a giggle, "In your dreams."

I fake gasp, "How did you ever know?"

She giggles again, she is just too cute, "Kyla's gonna kill me if she ever hears this going around school." what? Kyla got to her already.

I take my feet off the desk and sit up straight, "What did she say to you?"

"That she didn't want me getting too close to you because you might taint my fragile little mind," Spencer says smiling, she better to be kidding.

There's a little bit of anger growing in my belly but hey, it's like whatever, "You're kidding, right?"

Spencer laughs, "Yeah, I am, but that's basically the gist of it. She told me that I really shouldn't take your flirting seriously because you're—" she stops and thinks. What the hell did Kyla say?

"I'm a dick?" I try to finish her sentence, she better not have said that.

Spencer shakes her head, "No, no, no. She said that you're just a big flirt."

Oh, well, I am but hey! She probably ruined my game, "Oh, well, psh, I'm not."

Spencer takes off her book bag then bends over to place it on the floor. She's bending over in her chair, I'm getting a good view of, um, her panties. Did you ever just wanna reach out in touch something? Like, say you're sitting on the school bus and there's some chick in front of you with like lime green hair, don't you just wanna pull it? I mean you know it's not real but touching it is just what pops into your head. Well, Spencer bending over in her chair with her underwear peeping out at me is kinda the same concept. Well, I don't wanna touch her 'cause she has this weird color panties on, she doesn't, but she's just so grr. Just—I wanna dive on her. What the hell is she doing to me?

I gulp as she comes back up, I make sure to look her in the eyes. I think she noticed that I was checking out her ass, "Yeah, okay." she says.

What were we talking about—oh, yeah. "You don't believe me?"

Spencer tilts her head to the side, "No, how many times have you made a comment about my body since I've known you?"

I smile, "I told you I can't like. Excuse me if I'm warm for you form."

Spencer smiles, "That's what Kyla was talking about, I guess."

I roll my eyes, "Well, do you always listen to my sister when she tells you not to do something?" I ask, curious at what she's gonna say. I mean, Spencer never exactly told me she was straight or gay or bi, whatever, something.

"No, who said I was gonna listen to her?" Spencer fires back at me.

"Oh," I raise my eyebrows, "Really?"

"Yep." she nods.

"So if I asked you to..." not gonna say anything too out there just yet, "Eat lunch with me. What would you say?"

"Well, it would depend on which lunch you had because I'm not gonna skip a class just to eat lunch with you."

I shrug and nod, "So what if you had my lunch today? You'd eat with me?"

"Maybe." she says smiling. Now who's the flirt?

I bite my bottom lip, "Do it, then, eat lunch with me today."

She shakes her head, "I actually can't, I have a meeting during lunch."

Ooh, she set me up only to knock me down. "Okay."

"I'm serious, I would but I'm trying for the cheer leading squad." Spencer says really sorry.

I nod, "It's really okay, Spen, maybe some other time."

"How about... I come over after school? I mean we do live right next to each other." Spencer says and jeez, she really must want to hang out with little old me.

"You don't have to, I mean I understand how important those hoorah hoorah's are." I'm definitely making fun of her, I honestly think cheer leading is a joke. Anyone with a body could do it but hey, if you got the body, why not show it off?

"It's fine and plus I wanna finish our conversation. I wanna talk about me since you talked all about you last time." Spencer smiles.

"We only talked about me because you find me super interesting."

She nods, "I do."

I cannot tell if that was her coming on to me or her being a sweet innocent southern girl, hmm, I don't even know if she's southern. I smile and open my mouth to speak but Mr. Williams calls my name, "Ashley Davies."

I look over to him, "Yeah?" I say.

He holds up a yellow piece of paper, "They want you in student services."

Huh? What did I do this time? I haven't skipped in like a week, I haven't gotten into any fights... I've actually been good, "Oh... kay." I say standing up. I look at Spencer, "I guess I'll see you after school?"

She nods, "Yeah, I'll text you."

I nod, "Kay, see ya." I walk to the front of the class, "See you next time, Mr. Williams, ily." Gawd, that phrase is so smart but yet so stupid. I mean it's cool on paper or online or in a text but when it comes out of a person's mouth... mm, not so good.

He laughs, "Alright, Davies."

I look to Spencer before walking out the door. Damn, she's not even looking at me while I leave, I guess she's not too much into me. She's looking at her phone, ugh, and I was so sure of myself. I walk out of the classroom and some ways down the hall then my phone vibrates. Gawd, who now? It's another text, luckily I have unlimited, from Spencer. I smile really, really big. Spencer says: After school, you, me, Starbucks.

I text back: Okay, I love a demanding woman :). Well, I do, I cannot tell a—oh gawd, there's a face on mine. Am I getting raped? No, it's Chrissy, attacking my mouth, okay, this I can deal with. I try to talk with her still attached to my face, "What -kiss- are you -kiss- doing?" I ask between kisses.

She finally gets off my lips, "I don't know how I'm gonna control myself when you get your lip pierced." did I mention that I'm a proud supporter of hot chicks with lip piercings? And I will soon be one of them.