I'm updating, uhh it's like 8 days later but atleast I did it right? lol

Aiden, Aiden, Aiden, when will he ever learn that Ashley isn't warm for his form anymore? He'll never get the hint. xoxo

Luckily I shove him away before he gets to my ass, "Get away from me." I should've just kicked him in the balls. Should do a BME Pain Olympics reenactment. [[Sick film, by the way, do not watch, especially the guys. I hate boys.

"Oh, I bet if I was a girl you'd like it, huh?" he asks.

I smile, "Yeah, I would. You're an insensitive jockstrap with a penis so I guess that means you're out."

I can tell that hit home because I can see that little vein in his forehead pulsate. Funny. "What's going on here? Get back to practice Dennison."

I smirk creeps across my face, take that jock brain, "Yeah, go throw around that ball of air. Not your head, the other object."

Coach whips his head around to shoot me a death glance, "And what are you doing, Davies? Go play volleyball."

"Um, you see coach, volleyball's not really my thing. Sorry." Maybe he'll let me go sit down, maybe he'll actually be nice to me today.

Coach doesn't flinch, just stares, "Oh, really? Well, maybe you should do 100 push-ups, I mean maybe that's more your thing."

I sigh, "No. I, uh, guess I can make volleyball my thing."

He nods and smiles, "Good, get going."

Ugh, I'd tell her about herself but damn my weak heart.

Aiden and I walk away from each other. He goes to finish up basketball and I walk over to the side of the court where they're playing volleyball. I stand there… just staring. Not really waiting for anyone to come and get me to play with them, just to stand there and not be bothered. Well, I'm on the court and in the vicinity of the actually volleyball so doesn't that count as playing?

Ow, damn it. Ball hit my face, again. Did that seriously happen again? Is there a fucking target on my forehead and I just didn't know it? Ugh, whoever hit me with the ball better have a good fucking reason for it. "What's your problem?" the girl says bending down to pick up the ball. When she stands up straight, I can see it's Madison so I give an eye roll, "Why are you on the court?"

"Coach wants me to join in the festivities." what's business is it of hers anyway? Don't jump on my case right now, Madison, or you are gonna get the ass whupping of your life.

Madison gives me an ick face and looks me up and down like I'm Oscar the grouch and I just escaped from my trashcan of a home. "Well, I don't want you on my team, you might try to grab my ass or something." I bet you can guess that Madison always has her minions near her so she has someone to laugh at her hilarious jokes. And by hilarious jokes I mean not hilarious, just in case there was some confusion there.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, okay, Madison, because you're always on my mind." I scoff, "In your dreams."

"In your dreams, you're the gay one here. And I don't think you could even handle me." she says and she's just talking out of her ass now. I can handle anything and everything.

"What are you even talking about?"

She comes close to me. All up in my ear, actually and whispers, "Well, you couldn't even handle Aiden. There's no way in hell you could even step on my court."

And that just sends my anger level through the roof. What the hell? Ugh. I push her away from me, "Mind your business you fucking slut."

She smiles sinisterly, "Teach me, I already learned how to be a slut from the best."

"Says the girl who supposedly doesn't believe in premarital but seems so popular with the football team, basketball team, soccer team—should I go on?" and I send that sinister smirk right back at her, "I'm sure it's not because of your lovely personality. But maybe it's because of those little pills in your purse."

That set her off because she starts charging into me. Be aggressive, B-E aggressive.

And she would've made it to my face if Erin hadn't stepped in and stopped her. "Madison, stop."

Madison does stop but gives Erin a confused look. Like, 'what are you doing? Are you really gonna throw it all away again for her?'

Erin whispers to Madison, "If you hit her, you'll get a referral and then you wont be able to go to prom. Get it?" Erin asks.

Madison looks from Erin to me then rolls her eyes.

That's right, bitch, back down. We all know that life wouldn't be life without going to the prom.

Coach comes over yet again, "What's going on here, Madison?" he asks.

I bet she's gonna lie on me, "Nothing, Coach." hmm, that's different. I guess she's not gonna-- "Except Davies tried to kill me. She's kind of a sore loser."

I narrow my eyes at her, how dare I think Madison would be a great person for a change? Especially for me, "I did not! She's ly—"

Coach cuts me off with a sigh, "Erin could you take her to the locker room."

Erin nods.

I roll my eyes and scoff, "I don't need a fu--"

"Watch it, Davies." Coach warns me.

I look at Madison, she's smiling. I look at Erin, she looks indifferent. I look at Coach, he looks angry. And then I look at Spencer, she's smiling but it's a sad smile. I guess she feels sorry for me. How do I know? Well, she mouthed sorry to me. I gave her a quick half smile back before walking to the locker room. I feel like a little kid.

I sit down on the bench in front of my locker. Maybe I should've stayed in bed with Chrissy. Maybe I should've just lied and said I love you to Chrissy. Maybe I should've stayed home today. I put my head in my hands and sigh. There's so little going on but yet I'm so stressed out. I really did mess up with Chrissy.

I feel someone hovering over me so I look up to find Erin looking down on me. Wow, looking down on me. That's what she does best, I guess.

"Is there something you wanted?" I ask looking down at my feet.

"I kinda just wanted to talk to you." she says.

I shrug.

"Does that mean you want to talk?" she asks kinda bright and happy.

I look up at her, "It means you can talk and I'll try my best to listen."

She nods, "Can I sit next to you?"

I laugh a little while looking up at her, "What am I gonna say? No? Go ahead. Sit. It's a free world."

She sits. Seems like she waits an eternity before she actually speaks, "I wanna talk about us."

I gulp.

Aw, shucks, is Erin seriously back in the picture? Nooo, that would mean no Spashley and more Ashin or Erley... ew, both odd looking names. It just shouldn't be, right? Lol So what you guys thinkin Erin has to say? Maybe she just wants to borrow a t-shirt or something to impress a guy...

xoxo