Hey guys, we met again. If you noticed I changed the title of story just because I wanted to try something new. So it's still the same story just a different name. If you would like to, please review, they make me smile :)
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Chapter 2
" So did Tonya also make you carry her purse, coat, and lip gloss last night?" That would be my best friend Chelsea Lewis. She is probably the one of the realest people that I know which can be a good or bad thing, depending at how you look at it. She really can't stand the way Tonya uses me whenever she needs something and then acts like I hardly exist at times.
" More like she made out and fought with Kip all night."
"Ouch, sucks that you had to witness all of that huh?"
" Yeah, I guess." I honestly got to caught up with a text message from Ashley. We honestly spent hours texting last night, and had it not been for Chelsea coming over today, I would still be sleeping.
" So Spence, I'm thinking about getting a tattoo"
" That's cool"
"Yeah it's gonna say 'Eat Shit" on my forehead."
" Yeah, I guess." Before I knew anything my phone was being taken away from my hands. Seriously! What is up with people taking things away from me?
" So who is Ashley and why is she being so flirty with you?" Chelsea ask, raising one eye brow. Whenever she does that, it means business. I know that there is no getting out of this, so I better start talking. I sent on my bed, taking my phone back and sent the text message that I was sending Ashley.
" To start off, the party wasn't that bad. I actually met this chick named Carmen who is kind of cool and she's cute. I dance a little bit and-"
" Spencer Carlin dancing with a stranger? This has to be the day that hell freezes over." Chelsea says dramatically laying on my bed.
" Let me finish butt face. Now, as I was saying. I danced with Carmen and then I went to get my drink that I had left behind and Ashley, who is unbelievably hot, came behind me, said I shouldn't drink it and from then on we started talking."
" The day you talk to someone unbelievably hot is the day I get your name tattooed on my ass." Part of me is a little upset that Chelsea doesn't think that I have the skills to talk to someone like Ashley, but the sinister part of me wants to make a little bet.
"I think that's a challenge."
" It might be, depending on what are we betting on."
" If I prove that I'm right, you have to get my name tattooed on your ass."
"And if you're wrong?"
" I have to go to one of those boring art museums you always want me to go to."
" One, museums are not boring. It's a world with different art coming together. Two, you got yourself a bet my dear friend."
" Secret handshake?"
" You know it!" Chelsea and I stand up in front of each other to do our secret handshake, which involved us spitting into our hand and shaking on it. Yeah, I know pretty gross, but we were only seven when we made that handshake and we vowed to stick to it. We walk over to my desk and I pull up my Facebook page. I then proceed to look through my friends until I found Ashley's name. When I brought up her profile, I couldn't help but drool at her profile picture. She was wearing only a sports bra and basketball shorts. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she wore no makeup. Even though she wasn't dressed up she still looked breath taking. I couldn't help it as my eyes roamed the picture and found it's way to her abs that made me want to do nothing but run my hands over them. I take this opportunity to look at Chelsea ,whose mouth was so wide open, a fly could have easily flew in.
" Any last words Chels?" I ask gloating.
" Do I have to put your whole name or just Spencer?" She admittedly ask me. " You weren't kidding when you said she was hot Spence! She almost made me switch teams for a second."
" Hey! I found her first!"
" I wouldn't never try to step on your turf girl, besides I love guys far too much to give them up cold turkey." I laugh at her comment and continue to look at her pictures, wondering what Ashley was doing at this very second.
Ashley's POV
Spencer Carlin is a goddess! That is the only thought that runs through my head as I scroll through her pictures. I never saw anyone so beautiful in my life. Her big blue angel eyes even sparkle in pictures. Her smile could cure any disease known to man kind. And her body.. let's just say it makes me want to do naughty things to her. Get your mind of of the gutter Davis. Shut my brain! Look don't judge me for talking back to myself and answering back, I'm not that crazy, unless you've talked to my shrink. I am brought out of my daze when my door flies open, I knew that it was only Kyla because no one else dared to open my room door without being invited in.
" What do you want troll?"
" Good to see you too Ashley. How am I doing? Oh great! You know school, friends, drama club."
"Save the speech for someone who cares and tell me why you stupidly opened my door?"
" Can I borrow those skinny jeans you wore on Thursday? I want coffee and when I wear tight skinny jeans, Tim gives me free coffee."
" Kyla, you have money. Just buy a cup of coffee like everyone else."
" But what is better than free coffee?" She has a point. The best kind of coffee is free coffee.
" Fine, but anything happens to them, I'm coming after your blood."
" Thanks Ash." Kyla slips into my closet looking for the jeans and I get a text from my blonde goddess yet again.
Spencer: Are you free anytime after 2 today?
Me: Yeah. Do you want 2 do anything special?
Spencer: Idk. Movie?
Oh yeah! I happen to have the best collection DVD collection ever! It'll be awesome. Spencer, in my bed laying next to me, which could lead to us kissing, which then could lead to touching, then... never mind.
Me: Cool. Pick u up round 2:30?
Spencer: Sure. I'll text you my address later and I'll bring the popcorn.
Yes! This is better than getting a triple word score when you play scrabble. Yes, I am a secret nerd that likes scrabble but don't judge me. Spencer's coming over, Spencer's coming over! My thoughts are interrupted when Kyla comes back in my room.
" What now Kyla?"
" Sorry. I'm just wondering why Carmen is at out gate wanting me to let her in." Carmen? Why the hell would she come here? Sure we saw each other last night but that doesn't mean we're best friends again. Yeah, at one point and time, Carmen was my best friend, since we were in diapers. We did everything together. We even did drugs together. That's when it all started. We kind of began with the small stuff, pot then got into other things like crystal meth and cocaine. When our parents found out they were furious and sent us to two separate rehab centers. We didn't see each other for five months, that's the longest went went without seeing each other. When we got out, we were so happy to see each other, we were both clean and we were going to start a new life. Or at least that's what I thought. You see, Carmen could never give up the stuff cold turkey, and no matter how much I tried to get her to stop, she wouldn't listen to me. I honestly believe I would have been the same too if I didn't turn to my music. Carmen had art but was too busy getting high to focus on it. Endless to say, the more she kept using the more I cut her off to the point that we haven't spoken since then.
" Do I let her in?" Kyla ask bringing me out of my thoughts.
" Yeah... I guess you should." I say reluctantly. Kyla gives me a weird look but goes back downstairs to let her in. I take a deep breath and stand up,waiting for her to enter my room. I hear footsteps coming towards my room and I knew that there was no turning back. Carmen entered my room standing in the door way. She isn't the same anymore. Her eyes are cold, she seems not to have a care in the world. She stands there, as if the world is on her shoulders.
" Carmen..."
" Ashley... See that you've change the room around."
" It has been three years."
" True." An awkward moment of silence passes us, neither one knowing what to say.
" Carmen can you just tell me why you're here?"
" It's pretty obvious."
" Obviously it's not seeing how I am still wondering what you want." Carmen scoffs in an annoyed way stepping a little further into the room. I didn't know what she was going to do but I knew I had to be prepared for whatever she was about to do or say.
" Relax Ashley, I'm not here to fight you. I just want you to do one simple favor." One thing I learned from being friends with Carmen is that nothing is ever simple. " leave Spencer alone."
Ha! Ha ha ha! She makes jokes now.
" Good to see you have your sense of humor again."
"I'm serious Ashley. Stay away from Spencer."
" Now why would I do a stupid thing like that?" I say, placing my arms across my chest.
" Because you should. I'm saw her, talked to her first, and got her to dance with me. It's only fair that I get her."
" Fair that you get her? You talk about her like she is some type of property." Spencer was not an object you claim.
" It doesn't matter. I have dibs so back off."
" Sorry kid. Not gonna happen. You see, Spencer texted me last night and we've been talking ever since. As a matter of fact, I'm hanging out with her today.
" You can't do that!"
" Says who? You? Dream on Carmen. If you had any game, you would have gotten her number when you first started talking to her." I say with a smirk on my face knowing that the comment is only pissing her off. Even when we were friends, it always bothered her that I could get more girls than her without even trying. I can't help it that I have better game. I mean, I'm Ashley fucking Davis. Who wouldn't want to tap this?
" You do know that if I get her number there will be no competition."
" I didn't know that there was a competition in the first place."
" Watch yourself Davis. You think you're winning but it's slow and steady that wins the race."
" That's not what your last girlfriend said." I know, a low blow but can you blame me. She comes in here demanding that I stop talking to Spencer. I can't help it if my bitchy side comes out in retaliation.
" Fuck you Davis." Carmen says in her harsh tone.
" Not if you were the last creature that was left."
" You'll see, when Spencer starts hanging with me, you'll be nothing but a distant memory."
" Yeah, because I will be the one walking away with her into the sunset, while you're at home wallowing with a pint of Ben&Jerry's." With that said Carmen storms out my house cursing in under her breath in Spanish. I don't know what she said, but I'm pretty sure it's about me. I look at the time on my phone. 12:07. Yikes! I better start getting ready, I do take a long time to get ready.
Spencer's POV
I look at the clock again. 2:14 and I still have nothing to wear. I have tried on so many clothes but I can't seem to find anything to wear. Why is it that when you are nervous you can never find anything to wear? I slip on a pair of jeans that weren't too tight but flattered my ass, and an old King High t shirt. I look in the mirror at my choice and decide to change yet again.
" Spencer, will you relax? You're only hanging out with the girl. It's not like it's a date." Chelsea lays on my bed in a calm manner, flipping through one of my magazines.
" You did see what Ashley looks like right? She probably has thousands of girls throwing themselves at her daily, I just can't show up in anything.
" Fine let the master go to work." Chelsea gets off of my bed and heads to my closet, a few seconds later, she comes with some clothes that look unfamiliar to me. As she hands me the clothes, I start to put them on, even though I am unsure of how I will look in them. When I was done, Chelsea gives me a long look over and smiles. I take that as a good sign and look in the mirror. I'm wearing a pair of white shorts than are rolled up once to make them look shorter, a blue and white shirt that hung off the right shoulder, and a pair of blue vans.
" Are you sure that I look okay?" I ask Chelsea adjusting the shirt a little bit.
" I'm positive. Spence, you look amazing. Now just wear a simple pair of earrings, wear your hair down, and apply a light coat of lip gloss and you'll be done." Knowing that I didn't have any time, I stick with the outfit and I do what Chelsea says. Before I know it my phone starts to ring and I see that I have a text message from Ashley.
Ashley: I'm here. Sound I knock or wait for u to come out?
Me: Just wait right there.
" Chels, what am I gonna tell my parents? If I say I'm going out with a friend, they will interrogate me, and probably scare Ashley off." Look I'm not being over dramatic. If you met my parents, you would run away too. They are extremely over protective. Well my mom is anyways, my dad is more calm, cool, and collected.
" Relax Spence. We'll just say your coming over my house to watch a movie or something."
" And you think that will work?"
" Of course it will. Your parents love me." It's true, they love Chelsea as if she were their own daughter.
I walk downstairs with Chelsea following behind. I walk into the kitchen and grab a packet of popcorn. I walk quietly to the from door, thinking I made the perfect escape until my dad spots me as he is coming out of his office.
" Hey girls. Where are you off to?"
" Hey Mr. C. We're just heading to my place to watch some movies."
" Really? You just usually watch movies here. Remember our flat-screen is killer."
"Dad, please don't ever say killer again. And we just decided to try something new."
" Oh okay. Have fun girls. Don't stay too late Spence."
" Alright dad I won't." I walk out of the house and take a deep breath of relief. I hate lying to my dad but its the only way I can spend time with Ashley, no questions asked. I then smile when I see Ashley standing on the passenger side of her black corvette. I have to admit, it's a hot car and even looks hot standing next to it. I observe her outfit that compliments her body so well. The jeans are hugging her legs in all the right place, and she wore a black and purple "Purple Venom" shirt that hung to off of one shoulder and was cut to show off abs.
" Are you sure you can handle that Spence?" Chelsea whispered in my ear.
"As ready as I can be." I step closer to Ashley who greets me with the nose- crinkle smile that I happen to adore.
" You look amazing Spencer." Ashley says as her eyes roam my body.
" Thank you, so do you." We both stare at each other smiling and blushing at the same time. Chelsea then clears her throat very loudly to let us know that she was still present. " Oh I'm sorry. Ashley this is Chelsea, my best friend." They both shake hands and exchange greetings. After that, Chelsea leaves and says that she will see me later. Soon after she pulls off, Ashley opens the car door for me as I seat in the passengers seat. I let myself mold into the smooth leather seat as Ashley hopped in the car. As she was driving, she started talking mostly about her life and how basically she has a half sister who annoys her at times, but she loves her to death. She has a close relationship with her mom which I kind of thought was cool. I told her a few things as well. Like how my I had one sister and two brothers, both in college, that my mom was a doctor and my dad was a social worker fore troubled kids. Our conversation stopped as soon as we pulled up to this mansion.
" Home Sweet Home" Ashley announces.
" You live here?"
" I hope I do, or I've been breaking and entering for the last 19 years of my life."
" I'm sorry to sound so typical but your house is huge."
" It's not big."
" Are you kidding me? My whole house should fit in your garage." I say still in awe of her house. I knew people lived in mansions in LA, but I never thought I would met someone that actually lived in one. Suddenly, I find myself question the same question the Chelsea asked me earlier.
Am I ready for this?
I want to send a shout out to the first two people to review my story and give me encouragement to continue victorial117 and luvmeh8meucan'tchangeme. It really means a lot. Once again, I encourage reviews so please review whether you have comments, compliments or ideas you would like to the story, I will keep an open mind. Thank you again for reading and reviewing. I'll try to put up two new chapters as soon as possible, maybe tomorrow. Just be patient and keep reading :)