Remember how I said Ashley's day could only get better? Well... everything gets worse before it gets better

xoxo

I turn up the radio, Hannah Montana's See You Again is playing. That's okay, it doesn't matter what's playing. I turn the radio up as loud as it would go and then I scream. I scream bloody murder. No one's outside so no one can hear me. And that's good because no one needs to think I'm crazier than they already think I am.

I take a deep breathe then pick up my phone. I call Spencer, "Hello?" she answers.

I sigh, "I'm outside."

"Oh, okay. Give me one minute, okay?" she asks.

"Take your time, I don't have a life you know."

She laughs, "Okay."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye." she hangs up and I toss my phone aside again. This time I toss it in the cup holder which I realized I don't actually use as a cup holder. It's more of a junk holder type thing. This would be the perfect time to go rummaging through all this. There are a lot of pennies, a few dimes, a nickel. Ooh a quarter! Two pieces of paper... with telephone numbers on them and I have no clue where they are from. I toss them out the window, I don't want Spencer to think I'm more of a slut than she already thinks.

I spend the next five minutes sorting through my car and I think my hiccups went away. But I've found stuff from junior year, like old essays that I unexpectedly passed. Kinda makes me feel smart. I hear a knock at the passenger side window; I look up. Spency-boo. I smile and unlock the door from my door panel.

She opens the door and before she hops in she stares at me, "What?" I ask.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning out my car." duh, what does it look like, sweetheart?

She smiles and picks up something, "Yeah, I think you're in dire need because who has a bra just hanging around in their car?"

Oh! I snatch it away from her and toss it in the far back of the car, "Will you get in already?"

"Well, I don't want anything to jump out at me, you probably have lost puppies in here."

Haha, oh, wow, Spencer made a joke at my expense. Nice, "Ohh, Spen's trying to be funny, huh?" I ask.

She shrugs rather cutely, "I try my best."

I smirk at her, "Get in the car."

She laughs, hops in then slams the door behind her. She looks at me, "You still didn't make me any promise that says a little puppy isn't dying somewhere in this junk pile."

I push her, playfully, "Whatever. I can promise you that there's no puppy in here. But I can tell you there's a B-I-T-C-H in the passenger seat." I say.

She rolls her eyes as she smiles, "That's funny because there's one sitting in the driver's seat. How uncanny."

I smirk at her, that was pretty good but she's still an amature at the art comebacks, "And I'm guessing your squad told you that, hmm? Or was it more like 'she's a lesbian, she'll definitely try to kiss you'?" I ask, joking around but I guess it sounded kinda serious to her.

Spencer doesn't say anything.

"Hey, I was only kidding. I don't really care what the cheerleaders think about me." She still doesn't say anything. "Spencer," I put my hand on her knee and she looks at me, "It was just a joke. I really am fine with the squad hating me. Unless one of them fucks with me then it's time to dance."

Spencer laughs, "Dancing? That's an odd way to solve a confrontation." She looks at my hand on her knee and I remove it with a swiftness and place it on the steering wheel.

I smile, "You can't be that dense, Spen."

She smiles, too, "I know what it means." I nod and put the car in drive.

"So what did the little cheer bitches say about me? Oh, sorry, what did the lovely, young women say about me?" I ask, you know, out of curiosity.

She looks at me but I cant make eye contact because, hello, kinda doing something that requires both of my eyes. Unlike Kyla, I don't think I could ever do my make-up while driving and I don't even know how she does, she's already a driving hazard. "Nothing, really."

I scoff, "Really, Spencer?" I ask. "You know I could make a U-turn and go in there myself and ask them what they think of me. I'm pretty sure their response will be a little bit different from yours." I smile.

"I thought you said you didn't really care what they thought of you so why would it matter?" she asks.

I shake my head. There's a red light, stop. I look at her, "Well, I don't care. But I'd like to know what they told you so I could at least defend myself before your mind's already made up about what a horrible person I am. I'm only somewhat horrible. So they're only half right."

She sighs, I can tell she really doesn't wanna say what they said about me. She thinks I'm gonna get upset or something. Please. After four years of the cheer whores being on my back, I learned how to 'man up', for lack of a better term. "They said you were really mean."

"Only to them... because they're bitches. Continue." I add.

"And that you made..." I see the gears turning in her head, "Unwanted advances on Erin." she says slowly and cautiously.

I scoff and laugh, "Seriously?"

Spencer nods.

I shake my head. Green light, go. I direct my eyes back to the road, "I can't believe that."

Spencer doesn't say anything. She keeps her head forward. I notice that she's starting to get nervous because she's twiddling her thumbs in her lap.

A low growl comes from me, I'm kinda furious, "Who told you that?"

"Um, Madison who said that Erin told her..." Spencer says quietly.

I hit the steering wheel as I drive, "Bitch." I say referring to Madison not Spencer. I look over at Spencer; I'm probably scaring her, "I'm sorry, I'm most likely freaking you out right now."

Spencer looks down at her hands then to me, "It's fine."

I pull into my driveway. No cars, meaning mom went back to work, I guess. I turn off the car and sigh.

Spencer could get out right now, I mean she lives right night door. Did she really expect me to park in her driveway then drive right back over to my house?

I roll my eyes, I'm burning up with anger, "You can go home, you know? You don't have to watch me. I'm not gonna kill myself or anything but I may kill Madison and/or Erin so be prepared to call the cops."

"Well..." Spencer begins.

I look at her, "Yeah?" I ask.

"I was wondering," she straightens up, "What did happened between you and Erin?"

What? How could she possibly know anything did go on with us? It's not obvious because I'm kind of a bitch to Erin. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I've heard stuff around school and around Kyla and I've noticed the way your body language changes when someone mentions her name. You kinda tense up and get this odd look on your face."

"What have you heard?" I ask. I am not gonna deny that I tense up at the presence or sound of Erin. I know I do so why lie? If it's that obvious then eh.

"I heard you and Kyla talking about it last night downstairs and then I heard Madison and Erin talking about something and your name kept coming up. Then I heard you and Erin talking in the locker room and I just assumed..."

I sigh and rest my head on the steering wheel. I probably shouldn't tell Spencer anything. I don't even know if she's trustworthy, yet. Ugh, yes I do. I can just feel it. "You have to promise me you want tell anyone." I say with my head still resting on the wheel.

"Of course, no problem." she says.

Maybe someone will interrupt so Ashley doesn't have to tell Spencer such a sad story. Everyone always interrupts at the wrong time but no one ever interrupts at the right time. But hey, it could only get better, right?

xoxo