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CoolGay- I think they both know by now that Raife is okay with them being together. And Christine may or may not ruin our Spashley. You'll just have to read below.
A Mind That Sits Still- Yeah I don't think anyone saw the Madi thing coming. That's it what I wanted. Thanks..the songs are very important to me. They have to be just right and fit into the story like Ashley is actually writing them. Raife is quite the cupid.
tbplrbear1-Well thank you. Glad you are enjoying the pace. A few readers are bugging me to have them 'get it on' already. Lol. I didn't want Raife dead and don't plan on killing him. I don't know why everyone always writes him off. Poor guy.
momo0424- Yes. Madi is a little crazy. Thought you would all love that scene. And wouldn't we all get distracted by Ashley in just a bra and jeans. :) ;)
victorial117- Thanks. It isn't spoken about but they will start to a little in this chapter.
hollymarie4- Oh snap is right. Ashley's mom being around is never a good thing. lol. Madison seems to notice a lot huh? And Raife wasn't flirting with Spencer. He knows how she feels for Ashley and was comforting her :) Thanks and hope you enjoy the chapter.
naranga87- Gotta have a bit of suspense once in a while. Makes it more interesting. And the cliffhanger was needed. Sorry. Thought you'd like my 'cheeky' curveballs ;) Goofball :)
noodles307- Alyssa will come back into play shortly. She will get to see Ashley sing again. I'm not giving away anything else. You will just have to wait and see :)
LoLo06- Glad I could Rock Your Socks. And yes Ashley's mom has to ruin things...but not everything ;)
bobo02- Thank you and thank you. Glad you enjoyed the Spashley scenes. You could smell the drama coming huh? Too funny.
Thank you to everyone else that reviewed. I truly appreciate it. :)
This is usually the part where I put 'I own nothing but my imagination' but it was brought to my attention that I do own Casey and Miranda so ...
I own nothing but Casey and Miranda. There. Happy?
She was screaming at someone as she walked up the stairs.
"Touch me again and I'll have your ass fired and living on the streets. You hear me?" Wonderful. Gotta love my mother. "Ashley. Where are you? I know you're up here."
"Stay here." I say to Spencer.
She grabs my hand. She looks worried.
"It's okay. Stay here." She nods but I know she's not going to listen.
I slid out of the booth and walked out of the room. She was in the open area right off the staircase sitting on a couch and smoking a cigarette.
"There's my darling daughter." She says as she puts her cigarette out on the table top next to the couch. Classy. "Hope I wasn't interrupting anything." She smirks. Bitch.
"What do you want?" I ask coldly.
"Is that anyway to talk to the woman who gave birth to you?" Seriously?
"It's the way I talk to the woman who never wanted to give birth to me." She laughs.
"Oh Ashley. Stop being so dramatic. You know I was drunk when I said that."
"What..do..you..want?" I asked her again.
"I came to say 'Happy Birthday' to my daughter of course." Right!
"Let me guess. You went to the bank today and they told you that you no longer had access to my account because I am 18 now." She didn't answer.
"You're here for money, right?" I know she is.
"It's only right considering you threw away my stuff.. again. You owe me." She has got to be kidding me.
"I don't owe you anything. You bought that 'stuff' with MY money. Therefore it was technically mine. So I did what I wanted with it. I flushed it. Sorry Mother Dearest." I wasn't sorry.
"You had no right you little Bitch." She's standing up now. Right in my face.
"I had every right." I wasn't going to back down.
"You are going to give me what you owe me Ashley Marie." She has got to be on something.
"I AM NOT giving you anything." I raised my voice.
She grabbed my arm tight and pulled me closer to her.
"Listen hear you little brat. You are going to give me that money or I am going to start auctioning off more of your prized possessions. I got a pretty penny for that damn guitar your father gave you. Set me up for a week. You didn't even notice it was gone. So don't fuck with me Ashley."
She did not just say she sold my guitar to someone. My favorite guitar. The one my dad gave me on my 13th birthday. The one he signed with love. I am going to kill her.
"How could you do that? You know how much it meant to me. What's wrong with you?" I was yelling and crying at the same time. I had to get that guitar back. I would pay as much as I had to.
"Don't come home tonight unless you have my money." She turned around to leave.
"I'm not giving you a dime. I guess you're gonna have to get a job. I'm sure they're always looking for new hookers on the corner a couple streets down." She whipped around. Looks like I struck a nerve. She walked back to me and stuck her finger in my face.
"Watch your mouth. You will not talk to me that way. And you will have my money for me by tomorrow." Not likely.
"Maybe you didn't hear me the first, second or third time. I am not giving you shit. Go whore yourself out at the corner. That should be no problem for you."
WHACK!
I fell down onto one knee. The bitch backhanded me. My lip was throbbing and bleeding. I slowly stood up and faced her.
"Is that all you got?" It fucking hurt but I wasn't about to let her know that.
She lifted her hand to strike me again but someone grabbed her arm. Spencer. She grabbed ahold of it and pushed her back. She stumbled into the railing. She was stunned. Spencer was pissed.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" My mother screeched.
"Someone who is not going to let you hurt Ashley anymore." Spencer replied, seething.
My mother laughed. "I'm not scared of you Blondie."
"Sure you are. You're a coward. That's why you like to bully people. But you won't touch her again. I won't let you." Spencer put her arm around my back. She was risking a lot right now.
"What are you Ashley's new fuck buddy?" Shit! Spencer turned white.
"Shut up." I warned her.
"Ooh I'm right aren't I?" She had a satisfied look on her face.
"You should run while you can Sweetheart. She's just like her father. She'll fuck you and then when she's bored of you she'll find someone else to fuck."
"I said SHUT UP." I screamed at her.
I started walking towards her. Spencer grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
"You're out of line and you need to leave." Spencer told her.
"You are fucking her aren't you? Wait…aren't you her teacher? Oh this is fantastic." She rubbed her hands together.
"She is not having sex with me mother. She's just here as a friend. She's….here with dad." I didn't know what else to say. I couldn't let Spencer get into trouble. My mother would be waiting outside the school board office at the crack of dawn.
"Raife? He's here?" She looked scared all of the sudden.
"You need to go. Now!" Bossy Spencer was back and if I wasn't so upset I would be so turned on.
"Easy Blondie. I know you think that you are special because you are fucking a Rock star but you better be careful. He'll knock you up and then leave you. And then all you will have left is ..One of these." She looks over at me. I have never been referred to as 'one of these'. My mother is a master at stabbing me in the heart and then plunging the knife deeper while twisting it. After all this time and the hurtful things she has said to me it shouldn't hurt this much …But it does.
"CHRISTINE! That's enough!" Finally. Where has he been?
"Don't you ever talk to MY daughter like that again." His face was red. I have never seen him so angry. It just made me more upset.
"Well look who it is. Father of the fucking year." My mother started lightly clapping.
He walked over to me noticing my current state.
"Are you okay Princess?" He lifted my head and saw my lip. Rage in his eyes he turned around and glared at my mother. Please don't do anything stupid dad.
"I'm fine Dad." I looked into his eyes pleading with him to not go after her. I hated her but I didn't want him to do something he would get arrested for.
He was fuming but he held back. He turned to Spencer and pulled her to the side.
"Can you please take my daughter home?" He asked her.
"Yes. Of course." She said.
"No." He grabbed her hand.
"To your house. I don't want her anywhere near mine tonight. She needs to be someplace she feels safe. You make her feel safe. Please." He begged.
"I'll take her to my house." She replied.
He nodded. "Thank you."
"Take care of her." He whispered.
"I will." She said.
He turned and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. Then he put both of his hands on my face.
"I'm going to take care of everything Princess. She is never going to hurt you again. I promise." He said and then kissed my head again.
"Daddy. Please don't do anything stupid. I need you in my life." My voice cracked.
"No worries Honey. I'm going to take care of this. Legally. Go now. Let Spencer take care of you okay. I love you." He hugged me again and then pulled me to the stairs where Spencer was waiting. He grabbed a bag off of the floor by the stairs and handed it to me.
"For you Princess." He smiled. I wanted to smile but I couldn't so I just hugged him again.
"I love you Dad."
….
Spencer's P.O.V.
The ride to my house was quiet. I looked over at Ashley a couple of times and her face was expressionless. She just kept her eyes out her window. I didn't know what to do. I have never seen her like this. I did the only thing I could think of. I placed my hand over hers. She looked down at my hand and took hold of it. Then she looked back out her window.
She still hadn't said anything when we walked into the house. She just stood by the door way. Unsure. I told her she could sleep in Miranda's bed. She didn't say anything. She just started walking towards the room.
"Ash?" I say as I gently grab her arm to stop her.
She turns to look at me. Her face still blank.
"We should clean your lip first." She nods and follows me into the bathroom.
"Sit." I pat the counter top.
She slowly hops up onto the counter. I grab a washcloth out of the cabinet and run it under warm water. All the while she just watches me in silence. I bring the washcloth to her lip.
"This might sting." I warn her.
I gently press the washcloth to the cut on her lip and she winces.
"Sorry." I don't want to hurt her more but the cut looks really bad.
I press it to her lip again and she grips the edge of the counter top with both hands. Her bottom lip was split and it made me sick to my stomach that her mother was who did this. And from what I had heard it wasn't the first time. That thought made my stomach churn even more.
I cleaned up the cut as best as I could without making it bleed again. I threw the washcloth in the sink and held out my hand. She takes it and hops off the counter.
"There should be a toothbrush under the sink you can use. I'll go find some pajama's for you." She just nodded in response.
I went to Miranda's room and found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I set them at the end of the bed. Then I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and some aspirin. When I walked back to the bedroom the site before me nearly brought me to tears. Ashley was curled up into a ball in Miranda's bed. She was staring at the wall. You could see how swollen her lip was even from a distance. I walked into the room and I don't think she even noticed.
"I brought you some aspirin." She sits up and takes them from my hand. Then she takes the water to her mouth and swallows the pills. I take the glass from her and set it on the nightstand. She lies back down. I kneel on the floor next to the bed so we are face to face.
"If you need anything I'm here. Okay?" She says not a word. No nod either.
I don't know if this is usually how she is after this happens with her mother. But it scares me. I don't want to push her but I can't not do something. I know she needs me. I reach out and move a curl out of her face. She just stares at me. Her usually warm chocolate eyes so empty and cold.
"Okay. I'm going to go take a shower and then head to bed. I'll see you in the morning."
Nothing.
I stand up and turn to walk away when she grabs my hand.
"Thank you." She says so quietly I barely hear her.
I kneel back down and kiss her hand.
"You're welcome. Let me know if you need anything. Okay?"
"Okay." She says this time.
A little while later I was lying in my bed staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep. I kept replaying the scene at the club over and over again in my head. I shook my head to try and stop but I couldn't. I tried to remember the good stuff that took place earlier in the night. I smiled when I remembered the song Ashley sang to me. It was so beautiful.
The stairs started to creak and pulled me out of my thoughts. I saw a small silhouette coming towards me. Ashley. She leaned up against the wall.
"Hey" She said.
"Hey" I responded.
"Did I wake you?" She asked.
"No. I couldn't sleep." I couldn't stop thinking of you.
"Me either." She said and looked down.
"Come here." I just wanted her near me. Was that a crime? I don't care.
I slid over to the cold side of the bed and held up the covers so she could get in.
She got in and laid on her side facing me.
"Are you okay?" I asked. Dumb question.
"No." She said. "But I will be."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I rubbed her arm.
She shook her head. "We were both there. No need to talk about it."
I didn't press the issue. She was still upset.
"Spence?" She whispered.
"Hmmm?"
"Will you hold me?" She asked. Her voice cracking slightly.
I didn't answer her verbally. I just opened my arms. She needed me and I wasn't going to deny her. Not to mention that I've wanted to take her in my arms all night and never let her go.
She scooted over and pressed into me. Her face in the crook of my neck. Her body so warm. She started to cry softly. I held her tightly and rubbed her back.
"It's going to be okay Ashley. You're going to be okay. I won't let her hurt you again. Your dad won't let her hurt you again." I kissed her head. "You're safe."
She cried herself to sleep in my arms. I followed shortly after.
Ashley's P.O.V
I woke up surrounded in warmth. I felt the warm skin of her neck that my face was pressed into. I felt her warm arms that were wrapped around me. I had never been so comfortable in my life. All last night's events pushed far away into my head. The woman that I was in love with was holding me. Keeping me warm and safe. I could stay like this forever.. well at least til I had to pee. Which was right then.
I reluctantly wiggled out of her arms. She moved without waking up. I ran downstairs to the bathroom.
When I got back to Spencer she was rolled over facing the other wall. I regretted getting up now. Nature always calls at the worst times. I slid back into bed and just laid there staring at the back of her head. I wanted to hold her now. I wanted to take her in my arms and make her as warm and safe as she made me feel. I had never been one for cuddling. I had cuddled with Casey a few times but never with anyone else. I was totally a spooner now and not a forker. I thought that would suck but it doesn't. I want Spencer but I want to just be with her more. I move closer to her and she surprises me. She reaches back behind her and finds my arm. She pulls it up and around her and then holds my hand to her stomach. My breath hitches as she pushes back into me so we are closer. I lean in and kiss her neck. She smells so good and she tastes better. Another time, another place I tell myself. I rest my head against hers and close my eyes. Sleep came fast again.
I woke up to the sun shining in my face, my lip throbbing and a sore throat. None of that mattered though. Why? Because I was still holding Spencer. I had never woken up next to anyone before. I sure hadn't ever woken up holding anyone. It felt good. It felt safe. It felt right. It felt surreal. When I was with Spencer like this. It felt like …home. She stirred a little. The sun was in her face as well. I couldn't resist. Ignoring the pain in my lip I leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder. I kissed it again and then worked my way up from her shoulder to her neck to her cheek leaving a trail of soft kisses. She giggled.
"Good morning Ashley." She said in a sleepy voice.
"Morning Spence." I whispered back and kissed her ear.
She turned around in my arms probably to escape the sun. Oh wow. She looked so beautiful.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks.
"Oh. It's just that I have never seen you without make up."
"Do I look that bad?" She laughed.
"No. You look absolutely beautiful. Naturally beautiful." I admitted.
She blushed. "Thank you."
"I on the other hand probably look hideous." My lip felt like it had doubled in size over night. It couldn't have been very attractive.
"You don't look hideous. It actually looks a lot better than it did last night. You still look gorgeous Ashley." She blushed again and then laughed.
"What? Why are you laughing?" She covered her face with her hands.
"How do you do that? You make me blush like a little school girl." She said with her hands still over her face.
I move her hands and notice her deep red cheeks.
"I don't know Spence. Haven't people been telling you your whole life how breath taking you are? I now understand when people say that someone can walk into a room and light it up. You are so stunningly beautiful. I literally can't breathe sometimes when you look at me." She blushed again. Haha.
"Would you stop Ashley. That's not fair. And you're crazy. Sweet but Crazy." She laughed.
"I am not crazy. It's true." I ended it there. I didn't want to embarrass her anymore.
I looked past her and saw a picture on her nightstand. It looked like a picture of her family.
"Spence what's your family like?" She smiles.
"Random question time?"
"Perhaps. But I may have more than one question. Is that okay?" I ask.
"Yes Ashley. You can ask me more than one question. Ask me whatever you want to ask me." She reached for my hand and I give it to her.
"My family is wonderful Ashley. I miss them terribly." Her smiles quickly turned into a frown.
She turned around and grabbed the picture off her nightstand.
"My dad is a Chef at the restaurant he owns. He is such an amazing cook. But an even more amazing father. I miss him the most." She looks down at the picture sadly.
I distract her. "And your mom?" Spencer looks just like her mother but much younger and much more beautiful.
"I don't see my mom much. She is a doctor and she owns a private practice in Detroit but she also works with Doctors Without Borders. So she is never home. Right now she is in a small village in South America. I haven't heard from her personally in 3 months."
"Doctors Without Borders? Is that where they go out and help countries that don't have the appropriate medical care?" I had heard of them before.
"Exactly. But they also help out in countries that have national disasters like last year in Haiti. She was there for months."
"Sounds like she loves what she does. I don't think I could do that job though."
"Yeah me either." She agreed.
"This is my brother Clay." I must look confused. She laughs. "He was adopted when he was just a baby. My mom was working at the Hospital and his mother died giving birth to him. She had no other family so my mom took him home and after a year or so she adopted him. Anyway he is an amazing man. He is a Physics Professor at The University of Michigan. He's literally a genius."
"Sounds like it. You went to school there right?"
"Yes. It was between U of M and Notre Dame. I chose U of M mainly because he was there."
"And who is this?" I pointed at the other blonde.
"That is Glen. Ugh. What can I say about Glen? He is the proud Assistant Manager of the local sporting goods store." She laughed.
"That's the best you got?" I chuckle.
"Sadly yes. Actually he isn't that bad. He's just annoying and an asshole."
"So he's like the black sheep of the family?"
"Yes he is." She laughs again.
"Your family sounds wonderful Spence. You are very lucky to have them." Very lucky.
"I know. I thank God every day for them." She smiles but I know she feels bad for talking about how wonderful her family is.
Our hands are still linked and I look down at them. They fit so well together. Perfect. I look back at her and study her face. Her face that is all of the sudden red again. She is biting her bottom lip.
"Thanks again for last night Spence. I know I wasn't myself and was being difficult so I'm sorry."
She let go of my hand and touched my face. She caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers.
"Don't apologize. Last night was rough. You had every right to be upset. I'm just glad I could be there for you."
"I'm glad you were here too." I wanted to kiss her so bad. To thank her mostly.
"We should get out of this bed and get some breakfast." She suggested.
"Yeah we probably should. Is it alright if I take a shower?" I am in bad need of a shower.
"Yes of course. I'll get you some fresh clothes and make some breakfast." She rolls out of bed and I finally see what she is wearing. Short. No. Very short shorts, and a white tank top. Wow. This is the most I have seen of her legs and I am sure I am drooling right now. She looks over at me and blushes again. I can't help but stare. She grabs a small robe off the back of her closet door and puts it around herself. Damn! She sees and hears my disappointment and laughs.
"You're no fun Spencer." I pout. She walks away and laughs again.
"Go get in the shower. Breakfast will be ready in 20." She says while going down the steps.
"Ugh" I roll out of bed and head for the steps.
The shower feels so good. I wash away the blood, sweat and tears of last night. I use Spencer's shampoo and it instantly makes me think of being in her arms last night. I can't believe I spent the night in her bed and didn't try anything. It wasn't the right time. I just needed her. I needed her strength and her love. And she gave it to me.
After the shower I put on the clothes she got for me. They're hers. I can smell her on them. I blow dry my hair a bit and brush my teeth.
When I walked into the kitchen she was on the phone.
"Yes. I will. Okay. Bye." She hangs up and then notices me in the doorway.
"Hey. I didn't know you were out yet. That was your dad. He wanted to know how you were doing. He said he had something to do and he wouldn't be home until late so if you wanted to stay here a bit longer that he would come by and pick you up later."
"Okay. Did he sound alright?" I asked. I was still worried about him.
"He sounded good. He also told me to tell you not to worry about him."
"Okay." I was still going to worry.
I hopped up onto the counter. "Whatcha making?" I ask.
"Omlette's." She said standing in front of the stove.
"But I am going to warn you. I am not as good as a cook as my father."
"Well I only eat breakfast when my dad is home and you know that's not a lot so I don't have a whole lot to compare your cooking to." I say as I grab a piece of toast from the toaster and take a bite.
She finishes up the omlettes and puts them on a plate.
"When is Miranda coming home?" I ask. I really want to see her even though I want to spend time with Spencer…alone.
"Chelsea is going to drop her off around 3 or 4. They are going to an art exhibit downtown around noon." I look over to the clock that reads 10:43 a.m. That gives me 5 or more hours of Spencertime. Lucky me.
"Okay. Try this." She takes a fork full of omlette and puts it in my mouth. I smile while chewing. I try to act like I like it but oh wow.. it is horrible. Too much salt.
"That bad huh?" She laughs.
"No it's…great." I lie.
"You're such a bad liar Ash." She slaps my leg. I hop off the counter and take the plate from her. I set it on the counter. She is leaning against the counter across from me. I move so I am standing in front of her and she smiles. I move in closer and place my hands around her and on to the counter behind her. I lean in and whisper in her ear.
"Do you have... any jelly?" She shivers and then giggles.
"Yes I have... some strawberry jelly." She answers.
I pull back and kiss her on the cheek. Then head to the refrigerator. She just stands there shocked. I laugh inside.
I grab the jelly and the rest of the toast out of the toaster. I spread the jelly on the toast and hand her a piece.
"Looks like we are having toast for breakfast." I say.
"Sorry. I told you I was a bad cook." She's so damn cute.
"Yes. You kinda are." I laugh. "But you make up for it in other areas." I say seriously.
"Oh yeah. And what would those areas be?" She takes a bite out of her toast.
"Well." I walk up to her and stop when I am about a foot from her face. She stops breathing. She swallows her toast and chokes a bit. I hand her the orange juice that is on the counter. I love that I make her nervous.
"As I was saying." I continue. I'm even closer to her now.
"You are really smart." I kiss her cheek.
"You make me laugh. In a good way." I kiss her other cheek.
"You are very passionate about the things you love." I kiss her forehead.
"You have a big heart. You care about people." I kiss her nose.
"You are courageous and brave and strong." I kiss her chin.
"But best of all…..You are an amazing kisser." I kiss her lips softly.
She throws her toast on the counter, grabs my head, pulls me into her and crashes her lips into mine. The kiss was hungry and needy and all-consuming. I ignored my throbbing lip and kissed her harder. I picked her up, walker over to the table and set her down on it. I pulled her hips to the edge of the table and pressed myself into her. She moaned into my mouth that had opened slightly to let her tongue in. I caressed her tongue with mine and then sucked on it savoring the taste. My mouth left hers and latched on to her neck. I bit down softly and then soothed it with my tongue. I wanted to leave a mark but I knew I shouldn't and knowing I wouldn't be able to resist I left her neck and went back up to her mouth. I traced her lips with my tongue and she opened her mouth again. Our tongues were getting reacquainted with one another. Her hands were in my hair and my hands were still on her ass. I lifted it and pulled her further into me but it wasn't enough. I needed her closer. I picked her up off the counter with ease and headed towards the couch. Her mouth tried desperately to stay on mine. I laid her gently on the couch and moved on top of her. She opened her legs and I laid in between them. I untied her robe and opened it up. She was biting her lip again. She was so damn sexy. I pressed into her and our centers met and we both moaned. Her hands were tangled in my hair again and mine found her hips. I kept our bodies as close together as I could. She wrapped her legs around me not wanting to let me go. I wasn't going anywhere. I moved my hands up to her stomach and lifted up her shirt slightly on both sides. I needed to feel her soft skin. Our mouths were still on each other's. Our tongues still dancing. Our lips still gliding together. I grinded into her and she threw her head back. My mouth went straight to her neck again. Kissing and biting and licking. I didn't know if I left a mark and I didn't care anymore. She brought her head back down and looked at me. Her eyes so dark and full of lust. She pulled my head back to her and kissed me again. Gently this time. Her hands left my hair and moved down to my ass and pulled me into her.
Suddenly something happened to me that I didn't quite understand. My body was reacting normally. I was hot and extremely wet. My heart was reacting normally. It was beating fast and loud. My mind though. Nothing normal going on up there. Normally my mind would be in the gutter about right now. Thinking about all of the things I was going to do to her. But no. My mind wandered to thoughts of the things I wanted to do with her. Images of walking on the beach with our pants rolled up while holding hands. Images of carnival rides, cotton candy and big, giant, useless stuffed animals. Images of lying on a blanket in the grass holding her while we watch fireworks. Images of walking to her door with flowers and dancing with her after dinner in the moonlight. Images of…okay you get the picture. I stopped kissing her suddenly and looked down at the beautiful now dark blue eyes. They were looking back at me confused.
"Are you okay?" She said out of breath.
"Yeah. I just. I don't know. Sorry." How do I explain to her what just happened?
"Ashley. What's wrong?" She takes my face in her hands.
"I want to take you on a date. But I know I can't." I say and look down. I lift myself up a little bit and roll to the side of the couch. She turns to face me.
"You want to take me on a date? That's what you are thinking right now?" She laughs.
"Yes." I say embarrassed.
"Wow Ashley. And here I thought your mind was always dirty." She laughed again.
I slap her arm playfully.
"Sorry." She says.
"You're right. It usually is. But not always with you. I want something from you that I have never wanted from anyone." I say looking straight into her eyes.
"And what's that?" She says while tracing my lips with her fingers.
I hesitate. I don't want to scare her away. But I can't lie to her. She needs to know how I feel.
"Everything." I don't take my eyes off hers. I want to see her reaction.
She looks at me with another one of those looks that I can't read. I wish she would tell me how she feels so I don't have to guess.
I don't like the look on her face. It scares me. I am about to ask her what she is thinking when I hear a car door slam. We both sit up so fast that we bump heads.
"Sorry." We both say at the same time.
She gets up off the couch just as Miranda walks in the door.
Uh oh.
She looks at Spencer. She has flushed cheeks and her tight tank top is still lifted up to her belly button. Oh yeah..and a mark on her neck. Ooops! I quickly put my hand over my lip. I don't want to have to explain that too right now. She looks at me. Sitting on the couch probably flushed as well. My hair tousled.
We're caught.
"I knew it." She said. I can't figure out if she is mad or not.
"I can't believe you two." She raised her voice. Yep she's mad.
"How long has this being going on?" She asked. Neither of us answered.
"You didn't think that I was going to find out?"
Fuck! I couldn't lose her. But I was in love with Spencer.
She threw her bags on the floor, turned around and slammed the door shut. Spencer and I looked at each other and then back at her.
She turned back around and we were both surprised to see her…. Smiling.
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