So I'm assuming everyone liked the last chapter. I didn't get any horrible feedback so that's a good sign, but I only assume. But assuming makes an ass out of me and you so I'd better not. But this chapter should be up to par, I worked vigorously on it. Hope you do enjoy. xoxo

"I just wanted to apologize for the way everything happened. I mean, I've just been really wanting you to know how I really felt."

"I know how you felt. I was a nobody, you were something. It wouldn't have worked out." Her words not mine. I believed it could've worked out but that was back then.

She shakes her head, "No, no. That's not how I felt. That's what Madison told me to say."

I look at her, "Because you guys were in this together, right? Wanted to break me down completely."

She shakes her head this time then sighs, "No—well, yes. But listen."

I look away from her but keep my ears open.

"I had a choice to make. Madison would've kicked me off the cheerleading team if I didn't do--"

I stand up as I cut her off, "Oh my god and that would've been the end of the world, huh? Not everything revolves around high school cheerleading. You know that right?" I just couldn't stand to listen to her tell me how much it would suck to not be lusted after by young teenage boys.

She stands up, too, "That's one of the things I hated about you. You didn't see how much cheerleading meant to me."

"So you decided to crush my undeserving heart? Okay, I guess fair is fair." The hell it is.

"That's not even what it was." she says to me, her voice sounding a little bit louder than normal.

"Then what was it? Please, explain to me why you were such a horrible bitch to me. After telling me a million, gazillion times that you loved me. Please."

She sighs, I guess to regain her composure, "Madison said--"

I turn away from her, "There we go again with 'Madison said'. I am so tired of listening to what Madison says. What about you, huh? Do you ever speak for yourself?"

"You're cutting me off again!" she yells at me, "Just let me finish."

I stand there.

"And at least look at me." she says sadly.

I turn around and I don't look very amused. I nod in her direction to let her know she can continue.

"She told me that she would kick me off and tell--"

"Ashley, you dropped your bracelet out there." Spencer's voice echoes throughout the locker room.

I sigh, "I guess I'll never hear your story, huh?" I say to Erin. Spencer turns the corner and walks up behind me.

I turn around to look at her. She has my black bracelet that reads 'lovemusic'. She looks a bit confused, "I guess it came off when you—when Madison pushed you."

I take the bracelet from her, politely, "Thanks, I never would've realized it."

Erin clears her throat, "Okay, well, I need to go back out there and help the girls." Erin says and I'm pretty sure she's putting on this cute little Barbie® smile for Spencer. "See you later, Spencer." Erin says before walking away. I hear her footsteps then the locker room door open and close. I don't know why I couldn't hear it when Spencer came in.

Spencer smiles but it's not her usual 'I'm cute' smile. It's more of a 'I know what's going on' smile. "What was that all about?"

She couldn't have possibly heard anything we were talking about… well I hope not. "What are you talking about?" I ask.

"You and Madison." Spencer says.

I sigh. I really didn't want to ruin what we have, whatever that is, by telling her that story. She might think I'm crazy or something.

"Whatever, Spen, she got in my face." I open my locker and pull out my jeans and t-shirt that I had on before I had to put on this skank outfit. My phone vibrates in my jean pocket, it's a text I'm sure. I pull my phone out a little to see if it's of any importance. It says Chrissy, I'll get back to her later.

"Or maybe it was the other way around." Spencer says.

I scoff, "Or maybe not."

There's silence.

I look at her, "You might wanna get back to your squad before they freak." I focus my attention on the clothes in my hand. Not really, I just look like it. Trying not to be so gay and stare at her.

"What if I don't want to?" Spencer asks sounding kinda childish.

I look up at her, "Then you won't get to cheer with the hottest idiots at our school." I say smiling.

She doesn't crack a smile, "Why do you talk about them that way?"

I roll my eyes, "Look, you just got here. I've been with them my whole school life, their bitches to me but that's just me. But I'm thinking over half the school feel the same way about them that I do."

Spencer sighs, "Well, what if I was on the team?"

I look at her and blink, "Well, it'd be nice knowing you."

"You would stop bring my friend if I became a cheerleader?"

I shake my head, "No, if you become a cheerleader, you'd stop being my friend."

Spencer shakes her head, "No, I wouldn't. That'd be stupid."

I turn away from her, "Well, it's happened to me before."

"With who?"

I don't say anything. I just take off my gym shirt.

"Well, whoever it was, they were stupid." she says.

"So you wouldn't do that to me?" I ask, kinda shocked and I don't get shocked all that easily.

She shakes her head, "Nope. Not even for all the body to gravel at my feet."

I laugh, cute, "Well, then, you're alright, Spencer Carlin." I say.

She smiles and she just stares at me. But I'm not sure because I didn't look at her but I can see her looking at me out of my peripheral vision.

"Spencer, pyramid!" someone yells into the locker room.

I turn to look at her, "Looks like your team needs you."

She shrugs, "They can wait a second while I talk to my friend."

Wow, that's sweet of her. To put her reputation on the line to talk to little ole me. "Well, I'm fine, go throw some twig-girl up in the air."

She rolls her eyes, "Okay." then she starts to walk away.

My eyes go down to her ass. What can I say?

She turns around and looks at me. I get my eyes up to her face as quick as I can, "Um, I'll see you after practice, okay?" she says.

That's right, we have plans. The ones I blew Chrissy off for. I nod, "Yeah, yeah. Just stop by my house afterwards. Or text me on my cell, I might be taking care of some business." I say the last part with more of an Italian accent. Kinda Mafia like.

She shakes her head while smiling, "Whatever. Okay. See you later." then she walks away and I keep my eyes away from her ass. That's probably the second time she's caught me looking at her trunk.

It's not that I have an obsession with asses, I just like the way she walks and it'd be kinda weird to just be staring at her legs now wouldn't it? And it takes longer to get from her legs to her face than her ass to her face. So I think I settled somewhere in between.

At least I'm not being completely obvious and looking at her boobs.

The bell rings and it's like a herd of people are rampaging through the school. I know the drill by now, stay close to the wall and don't make eye contact, the underclassmen take that as "hit on me, I'm vulnerable."

I do just that and wait for everyone to clear out of the hallway. I don't know why everyone is always in such a rush to leave, what is so important that we have to stampede out the door? Unless it's a fire, I'm moving like a turtle.

I walk to A wing, upstairs, where my locker is. I have physics homework to do, ugh, and I guess I'm actually gonna do it this time. I walk past a few seniors, just acquaintance's, no one super important. I get to my locker, put in my combination, open it up and stare into it. I never realized how clean my locker was.

"You ready to go?" Nicole says popping up next to me.

I look at her, "Jesus, give an old lady a heart attack, why don't you?"

She laughs, "You're not even old."

"Hey, now, you never know. I could be one of those spies from the FBI that they sneak in here to watch for drugs and stuff."

She crosses her arms, "Well, are you?"

I stare at her intently for 5 seconds before cracking a smile, "Ha, no."

She uncrosses her arms, "Exactly."

I open my book bag and shove my Economics book in there. I'm probably not gonna do any of it but it makes me feel a little bit better knowing that I even thought about my homework.

"You're not even gonna do it." Nic says.

I look at her, smile, then look back to my locker. "Correct."

She giggles, "So have you talked to Chrissy ever since the whole I love you ordeal?"

I slam my locker closed then look at Nic, "Nope." I think about it, "Actually," I sling my book bag over my shoulders then pull my phone outta my pocket, "She texted me while I was in gym last period."

"What'd she say?" she asks.

"I dunno. I didn't check it, I was talking to Spencer." I flip open my sidekick and go to look at my texts.

"And what were you and Spencer talking about?" she asks.

"Nothing." I read the message out loud, "Can I meet you at your house after school?" I already told Chrissy we couldn't hang out.

"Jesus, keep your pants on, Chrissy." Nicole says.

"Let's walk." I say not waiting for a reply. I just start walking on.

"What are you gonna say?" Nicole says walking next to me.

I shrug, "I dunno, yet. Spencer and I have plans after school."

"Uh-oh, you go girl, already moving in on her." Nicole says nudging my arm as we walk down the stairs, "She's a nice girl."

"You know her?" I ask. I mean who knows, it is a small freakin' world.

"She's in my Anatomy class."

"You like her?"

"I don't know, I haven't really talked to her. But she's on the cheerleading squad so I don't know how I feel about that."

See, not only I had the cheerleading squad, it's a school wide epidemic. "She is nice. I talked to her in gym, she was practicing in there today. She totally hit on me a little bit."

Nicole laughs, "Did she really or is that what she did in your head?"

I push her lightly, "She totally did, okay? No lie. She said she didn't even care if everyone thought she was gay with me."

"Ash, you're so hot. No one cares as long as they get to be with you." Nicole says making fun of me. That was sarcasm.

"Like you?" I ask grabbing her hand.

She looks at me then winks, "Oh, you know it."

I roll my eyes then drop her hand. "You're so gay, I don't know why you just don't admit it."

She smiles but doesn't say another word. I've said that many, many times so she's probably used to it by now, "Okay, Ashley."

"Okay, Nic," my phone vibrates in my pocket. I take it out and look at my texts. It's from Erin. Ugh, why doesn't she just leave me alone. I would really like to finish our conversation. Starbux sometime soon? 3 Erin. It says. "Ugh."

"What's up?" Nicole asks.

"Hold on." I text her back. Why? I heard what I needed to hear. Don't explain yourself to me. I'm not that important to you anymore and plus it won't do you any good. We're okay without each other, right? /3 Ashley. Send. I put my phone back in my pocket, "So get this. Erin was practicing, too. Yes, Spencer and Erin are on the same squad and they know each other... blah. But anyways..." I sneeze, "Shit, anyways, I get in trouble with Coach because I got into it with Aiden then with, bitch face, Madison. He tells Erin to escort me to the locker room which is where she decides to tell me," I use air quotes, "THE REAL STORY." I scoff, "Sounded exactly the same."

"What's her story?" Nicole asks interested.

"It was basically the same thing from when we broke up. And plus she got mad at me because I talked about cheerleading. She was like 'that's one of the reasons why I hated you, you never treated my cheerleading important' or something like that."

"Well, you didn't." she says opening and holding one of the double doors for me.

What! "What?"

"You didn't. You hate cheerleading, you don't even think it's a real sport."

"It's not."

"Believe it or not, it is." I narrow my eyes at her, "But wait, wait, I'm not saying anything she did was right but you treated her cheerleading like a joke. You hate cheerleading."

I think about it and, yeah, I guess I did. I never went to any football games or anything involving the cheerleaders unless Kyla drug me there for some odd reason. I never went to any school function on my own. Another screw up on my side, that's probably the millionth one I've gotten this month.

"True." I hit Nicole on the arm, "Why you always gotta prove shit."

She shrugs, "It's what I do best."

I smile as my phone vibrates. I take it out then go to my texts. From Erin. No, I'm not okay. I need to tell you somethings that u didn't get to hear before Spencer walked in. That wasn't all I had to say. Plz, just have a quick coffee with me. It won't hurt, I swear. 333 Erin.

I read the last texts between Erin and I, "What should I do?"

"Well, do you wanna hear the rest of the story?" She asks standing on the passenger's side of my car.

I walk around to the driver's side, "Well," I unlock the doors, open the doors then get in, "What if it's all just another big Madison-Erin bitch thing. What if they wanna play another joke on me?" I close my door.

Nicole slams the door after she gets in, "And what if it's not? What if she seriously wants to apologize?"

I stare at the steering wheel then sigh, "I don't know," I look away from the wheel to Nicole, "Put yourself in my shoes; what would you do?"

She brings her hand up to her face and starts to stroke her chin, "If I were a hot lesbian..." I smile then scoff, "I'd see what Erin had to say. I mean she couldn't hurt me any more than she already has."

I nod, "True. She already broke me heart, she can't go for round two unless I let her." I say to Nicole and she nods.

But I guess the question is: do I even wanna go for round two with Erin or round one with Spencer?

Wow, so Erin's apologizing. Isn't that sort've great... in its own way? I mean it kinda shows that Erin isn't a heartless bitch but there's much more to the story than you think. Trust me. Then again that means Spashley might be on hold. Anyways, was it good, bad, horrible? Is Ashley seriously thinking about dropping Spencer and hopping back on that Erin train? xoxo