Hey guys just wanted to say hi. Sorry that I haven't been posting stories as fast as I usually do but I've going through a lot and spending time with family and I'm in a new relationship (yay!) so it's been a lot. I promised a Spashley chapter, so here it is. I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own anything, just my characters (Chance, Tonya) and my storyline.
Chapter 19
Spencer's POV
"Ow...ow...Ow! Do you mind not poking out my eye?" Seriously! Tonya is going to poke my eye out with the stupid eyeliner pencil. I hate the pencil eyeliners; somehow I always end up poking myself almost blind.
"Well if you stop blinking so much I can do this with no problem. Plus you could use a little more cover up." Tonya says placing more makeup under my eye, reminding me of last night. My eye isn't as sore as it was this morning but I still looked like shit. Tonya applies one more coat of mascara to my eyelashes and gives me a smile. "Well Spence, even with a black eye you manage to still look hot."
I turn around and look into the mirror. I have to say that Tonya did a great job, you can hardly see the bruising around my eye.
"Wow, how did you get so good at this stuff?"
'Well, when you're sister has a pretty good right hook, you learn little tricks to make yourself look pretty." I look down, partly because I do feel bad about hitting Tonya, she is my sister after all. "Don't feel bad Spence, I have to admit that I had it coming. If I were you, I probably would have given myself a matching set." We both chuckle trying to lighten up the conversation.
"Can you just tell me why you went there? You could have gotten hurt…"
"Honestly, when you came home from the hospital, something just snapped in me. Here I was, trying to keep you away from Ashley because I thought that she would hurt you, but I pushed you in danger. I wanted to make things better."
"How? By getting yourself killed. I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you. If Ashley wasn't there."
"Funny, I thought that you would have thrown a party."
"Tonya, how could you say that? I would never want anything bad to happen to you."
"I don't know... it's just that I thought you hated me, I know I would hate me too." Tonya puts down the makeup brush and looks down to avoid eye contact from me. I lean in to touch her shoulder but she jerks away the last minute, with one single tear running down her face. " You shouldn't comfort me Spence, do you know that part of me today wanted Carmen to... I just thought that if she were to kill me, maybe you would be happier. No more drama, no more having to deal with me."
I pull Tonya into the tightest hug that I can, not wanting to let go. I had no idea that she left that way and what scares me is that she thinks that I would be happy if she wasn't here.
"Tonya no matter what, you will always be my little sister and no matter how bad you screw up and even if I say that I hate you, I don't mean it. It was just something I said out of anger, and I'm sure that in our future we will say some things to each other that aren't exactly kind, but we will always be sisters. Just promise me two things."
"Anything."
"One, if you're in trouble or just need to talk; you will always come to me."
"Deal and the other one?"
"Always tell me the truth no matter how much it sucks."
"Even if you punch me in the face?" I chuckle at Tonya when she points to her eye.
"Yes, even if I punch you in the face." We both giggle as we pinky swear on it and hug it out. Not too long after that, Tonya left me alone to get ready to spend time with Ashley. It's been so long that I don't know what we can do exactly. My parents will be out late and I'm sure that even if they weren't that they would be fine with Ashley coming over. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, maybe I should just call her and cancel. I can't do that, avoiding Ashley can only cause problems and drama that we both don't need. We have to talk about everything, I don't know what will happen but I know that the sooner Ashley gets here, the better.
DING-DONG
Damn, I must have spoken too soon. Alright Carlin put your big girl panties on and go open the door. I walk downstairs and go to the door. When I open the door I see Ashley and she really made me feel like a total slob. Here I was wearing oversized gray sweatpants and a black tank top, while she looks smoking in a black and pink lace tank top, a really short jean skirt and black platform sandals. Her hair was curly and pulled into a simple ponytail with her bangs straightened. I looked at her,, almost in starstruck but can you blame me? She's absolutely gorgeous.
"Are you going to invite me in or am I standing outside all night?" Realizing that Ashley was still outside, I open the door more, giving her room to walk into my house and close the door behind us. We stand in the foyer in silence, as if the thought of us speaking would ruin the night.
"We can hang out in my room if you want." I say to break the silence.
"That's cool. You can lead the way if you want." I nod in response and we walk up the stairs to my room. I'm glad that I did take the effort to make my bed tonight. Since Ashley and I broke up, I don't even make much of an effort to keep up my room, but decided that since Ashley was coming over, I should make my room my presentable. "Still dancing I see." Ashley says, motioning to the beige dance shoes by my bed.
"Yeah, it kind of keeps me busy."
"Yeah I know what you mean. With music it's the same thing, just takes my mind of everything...well not everything." I stare into Ashley's chocolate eyes as she speaks, wondering what she meant by the statement. Could that mean that Kyla was right? That she was writing music about me, and if that was the case, was I dancing for her. We take a seat on the side of my bed, trying to get comfortable.
"So how's Kyla doing? Is she alright?"
"Yeah, still running her mouth. You would think that after what happened she would learn how to shut up sometimes."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not in any aspect saying that what Carmen did to Kyla was okay, but she had no right to talk to you like that. What you were doing with Carmen was none of her business and she shouldn't come at you like that."
I never thought that Ashley would agree with anything that Carmen does, but it felt nice to have Ashley on my side, to know that she wasn't mad at me.
"So how's the music thing?"
"Surprisingly well. It's funny that everything that has happened, it gives me some sort of inspiration. I've been writing songs nonstop so much that Ian wants to record a demo. Says that the world needs to hear my music."
"Wow, that's amazing Ash. I know that your music must be great."
"Well it's easy when most of them...are about you."
I chuckle uneasily and Ashley graces me with a small smile. I nervously bite my bottom lip unsure about what action that I want to do.
"I was thinking that maybe you could come to the studio one day, give me your opinion."
"Really? You have Ian for that. What would I do there?"
"I don't know, it's just sort of different when you're there. I'm not worrying about hitting the right key or if the tempo is too fast or slow. All that matters is that you're there."
That's funny, because that's how I feel when she watches me dance. I don't worry about making corrections or if I messed up a combination, just that she's there is enough for me.
"Is Tonya okay? Does she need to go to the police or anything?"
"Actually that's the opposite that she wants to do, with my parents and all."
"Oh right. So they don't know why..."
"I didn't want them to worry and let's just say that some things are better left unsaid."
I look up to see Ashley lost in a daze as she stares at me.
"Is something wrong?"
"Do you think that you could ever forgive me since? For lying to you. For..."
"Before you finish, let me say my peace." Ashley looks at me confused but lets me continue. "Watching that video nearly killed me, I left so betrayed and didn't know what to say to do. I even was thinking breaking up with you would help me get over my feelings. But being away from you has only hurt me even more." I take Ashley's hand and hold it gently; she takes her hands and interlocks them with mine. "As much as I was hurt about you lying to me, not being with was the worst I ever left. Like the one person that understood me the most was forever gone from my life. I tried everything to not think about you and it wasn't until I talked to Chance that I realized something. Back then, you were a completely different person who was hurting and just made a mistake and I can't keep punishing you for your past. So I'm asking you Ashley Marie Davis to forgive me. Forgive me for being stubborn and acting like you don't exist. Forgive me for letting the past ruin what we have. Forgive me for not talking to you earlier and for not doing this when you walked into the door."
An urge came over me, an urge that I hadn't left since Ashley and I broke up. I pulled Ashley into a soft kiss. Letting my lips linger on hers, her lips were still at first but after a few seconds she kissed me back. I could taste the lip gloss favor on her lips, vanilla and cherry, the perfect mix. She pulled me closer, wrapping her arm around the small of my back, rubbing the middle of my lower back. I used one hand to caress her neck; her tongue peaked into our kiss begging for entrance as her tongue rubbed against my bottom lip. My open my mouth, letting my tongue meet her halfway. Her soft tongue massages mine, causing me to slightly moan. I massage her tongue back, feeling her curves with my other hand. Moving from my current position, I placed myself on her lap, pushing her back on my bed. A small thump is made, but we both barely hear it as we are too wrapped up in each other's worlds. My hand moves up her shirt, feeling on her abs, boy have I missed those abs. Now that I had her, I was taking full advantage. Her hands her caught in my hair, slightly pulling on it. Deciding that we needed a little thing called oxygen; we pulled away and stared at each other. Her lips were bright pink and she blushed as I brushed her bangs out of her face.
"Spencer Ann Carlin, I never took you as a take control kind of girl. I think I like it."
"Well a lot can happen in a short amount of time." I smile at her and play with her guitar pick that she wears around her neck. "You are unbelievably."
"And you're irresistible." my cheeks turn a shade of dark red, as her hand touches it. I never want to move from this position. "Will you give us another chance? Maybe we could start over."
"We can't Ashley."
She looks down hurt and disappointed and I can't help but giggle at her adorable face.
"We can't start over Ash, because I don't want to change anything." Her nose crinkles as she smiles and flips us over, letting her be on top.
"I thought you liked me being on top."
"Dominant Spencer is pretty hot, but its time that I take control again." Ashley says in a low tone, letting her husky voice come out. God, her voice alone makes me want to jump her. She leans down and begins to kiss my neck with light kisses. The kisses soon turn into her sucking on my pulse, making me squirm underneath her. Her knee is placed between my legs, every time she moves her knee pushes into my center. I've been trying my best not to make any sounds, but when I small moan escapes my lips; I could no longer has any control. Ashley took note of this as she kept rubbing her knee into my wet center. I can feel the moistness running through my underwear, soaking my core. The door opens wide and Ashley jumps off of me, but not before kneeing me quite hard. That's gonna hurt for a while.
"Well, well, well. I see that you both worked everything out." Chelsea says coming into the room. We both try to fix ourselves, acting as if nothing had happened, but our flustered faces spoke otherwise. "I'm just glad that you both aren't being stubborn anymore." Chelsea moves between us and sits on my bed, turning on my TV. "Oh shit, I forgot all about the teen mom 2 finale." We both looked at her amused. "What? Don't just sit there. Go make some popcorn and get some Pepsi."
Wow Chelsea. You really know have perfect timing.
Tuesday- After School
"Are you sure you're making the right decision?" This has to be the fifth time that Madison has asked me this question. Since this morning, I decided to tell Madison the truth. No matter how good cheerleading may look for college, it's just not me. "Maybe you can wait until after the game on Friday."
"That's sweet of you Madison, but it just isn't me. I only joined cheerleading because there isn't a dance team and it's not really my thing. I'm sure that any of the alternates could kill for a spot."
"But it's your senior year Spencer. There's senior night, senior send off and competition."
"And I will be there to cheer you guys on. But I need to do the right thing, and it wouldn't be right of me to stay on the team when my heart isn't in it." I feel bad about quitting on short notice but it's better than staying on the team, making everyone happy but me.
"Alright, but if you ever change your mind, there will always be a uniform with your name on it."
I tell her thank you and leave the gym. It's nice to know that Madison wasn't that upset about me quitting the team. It's just that if I'm going to convince mom that I should take dance classes at UCLA, I need to work on my grades and dancing. While walking to my car, I see Chelsea standing with Chance. It's so weird, ever since they met, they have been inseparable. They spend every moment together. I look at Chelsea who is smiling ear to ear and is blushing at everything that Chance says. Chance touches Chelsea's arm gently, making the two of them closer than before. Oh man, do they have something going on? Why hasn't Chelsea told me? I noticed that my presence was known to them as Chelsea looks at me in shock.
"Spencer! What are you doing here?"
"Duh, I do go here."
"Of course I know you go here but don't you have cheer practice or something?"
"Yeah about that, I just quit."
"When did this happen? Was Madison beyond pissed?"
"Actually, she was okay with it. She tried to convince me to stay but supports my decision. And I've been thinking about it for a while, I want to concentrate on dancing more, maybe take a couple classes at UCLA."
"Well finally you're doing something for you and not listening to Mama Carlin. Tell me about it, did she try to lock you in your room?"
I look down avoiding eye contact.
"Spencer, you have to tell her at some point. The longer you wait, the harder it will be."
"I know Chels, but have you seen my mom. I would rather face the devil himself than tell her that I quit cheerleading."
"Regardless of how scary she can be, how will she know that you're becoming an adult and able to make your own decisions if you hide things from her?"
"She does have a point Spence."
Whatever, even though Chelsea and Chance are right, I'm not going to deal with it right now. I need to get the dirt of these two.
"So Chance, you and Chelsea have been spending a lot of time together. Should I be worried about you corrupting my best friend?" I ask jokingly.
"It's more like the other way around."
"Yeah right! Chance is just helping me with my art presentation. I have to draw movement and I thought that Chance would be the perfect subject, with her being a dancer and all."
"Hello! I'm a dancer too."
"Yeah, but she's hotter." Chelsea looks at us, not being what she just says. She stares at Chance as her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Awe how cute! Maybe I have lost the bet. Chance turns her attention to me, to get the heat off of Chelsea.
"Like we were saying before Spencer, you have to talk to your mom. Think about it, when you were pissed about Ashley keeping that secret, weren't you mad that she kept it from you for so long?"
Damn it! Why does she have to be right?
"And you know I'm right, so quit stalling and head home to talk to your mom."
"Fine but if I don't make it alive…"
"I'll take your shoe collection and Chance will take you cds." Wow some best friend I got but I can't blame her, my shoe collection rocks. I hug Chance and Chelsea goodbye and head home. While driving in silence my phone rings and even though I hate doing this, I pick up the phone. Yes, I know that driving while on the phone is dangerous but I hadn't talked to Ashley since lunch.
"Hey baby, I thought you were in the studio today."
"Trust me, I still am. Ian wants to lay down these tracks tonight, so I don't know what time I will be out of here."
"Awe you poor thing. I wish I could do something."
"Well, you could bring your fine ass over to the studio and help me get through this misery."
"Baby it can't be that bad."
"Easy for you to say, you're not here to smooth the pain with those soft, sexy lips of yours."
"And you don't think I'll be a distraction?"
"Not even babe. You're my inspiration, and I need your kisses to inspire me."
I chuckle at Ashley who I can picture pouting at this moment.
"I wish I could hun, but I got to head home tonight."
"Finally gonna tell your mom about you quitting cheerleading."
Why was everyone in a rush for me to tell her? Seriously, is it gang up on Spencer day?
"Maybe, I'm still a little scared at what she'll say or what she'll do."
"Baby, no matter what she will love you, she's just going to have to accept your decision whether she likes it or not."
"Have you always been this wise?"
"Nope, but you learn to be wise along the way. I better let you go babe, Ian is staring me down to get back to recording, maybe if you get some free time, you can try to stop by."
"I won't make any promises but if anything I will call you before I go to bed."
"I love you Spence."
My heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest, but the butterflies that are swarming my stomach, only help me smile.
"I love you too Ash." I hang up the phone and bring my focus back to my driving. I need to think about how I can tell my mom this, it won't be a bring deal right, after all it's only cheerleading.
Carlin's House
When I pulled up to the house, I was relieved to see my dad's car drive way. I figure that if anyone would help break the news to mom, he would be the perfect candidate. I unlock the door and make my way in my house.
"Hello, is anyone home?" I say walking into the kitchen. That's funny, dad's not in here experimenting with delicious food. I walk into the dining room and there is still no one there. "Hello?" I say out loud one more time while walking up the stairs. I look down the hallway and see my dad standing at Tonya's door, curious to know what he was spying on, I walk up to him.
"Dad, what's going on? Why are you looking into Tonya's room?"
He doesn't say anything but motions for me to look in. I take a look to see the shock of my life. Tonya was reading, actually reading a book. And taking notes, maybe it was one of those twilight books. Nope, scratch that, it's Hamlet. Tonya's reading Hamlet? We must be in other universe.
"This has been going on since she came home. I wonder what's going on with her."
"Can you guys stop staring at me and tell me what you want?" Tonya says not looking up from her book.
Unsure at what to say, my dad spoke first to break the air.
"I thought you would be at the mall or something."
"Change of plans."
"What about Kip? You haven't seen him in about a week almost." I finally say.
"I don't know, he seems sort of vapid. Maybe it's time to focus on my studies." Something has to be wrong, maybe she has a twin, the good twin and the evil twin was taking back to the evil planet where all the evil twins live. "You can go now." Tonya says, getting up to close the door. It's weird, Tonya never cared about school but now she's actually doing something towards schoolwork. Something had to be up. My dad and I looked at each other start cracking up, my dad was laughing so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes.
"I really hope she knows what vapid means." My dad says as we walk downstairs and into the kitchen. It's true, my sister is the type of person to use words and not know the meaning of it. "So I'm not in the mood for cooking so should we order in from the Italian place down the street?"
"Maybe, it should pretty good and I should really go for chicken parmesan right now."
"Great, we'll make it two chicken parmesan's, two chicken Caesar salad and one large cheese pizza."
"You do know that it's only four of us eating tonight, right?"
"I know but I was thinking that we might have some company."
"Yeah, like who?"
"Well I sure as hell am not eating a salad." I look in the living room to see Glen and Clay standing up from there crunched positions. I automatically leave the kitchen and run to hug my brothers, feeling myself being squeezed between them. After feeling circulation cut off, we let go and look at each other in glee.
"Why didn't you guys tell me that you were coming?" I ask them, mostly because they usually tell me if they are visiting home. Clay and Glen are both older than me and on their sophomore year of college. Glen is more of the laid back kind of guy, really cocky, but loves to make anyone laugh. There is no mistaking Glen as being anything other than my brother, due to the fact that we have the same features, blonde hair, blue eyes, only I'm hotter. Clay on the other hand, is sensitive, sweet, and if you ever need advice, you can turn to him no matter what. A lot of people don't believe that we're related because of our obvious difference in appearance. Yes, Clay is African American and no my mother didn't cheat on my dad. My dad use to be his social worker while he was in foster care, and of course my dad looked at those deep brown eyes and that schoolboy smile and had to have him in our family. A lot of people ask me if it was weird growing up with Clay, but honestly since day one I knew that Clay is my brother and nothing can change that.
"Sorry, but dad said that it should be a surprise." Clay says flashing me his all white smile, pulling me into another hug. "I've missed you so much."
"I know what you mean, it seems like forever. How's Arizona?" I ask, both Clay and Glen attend Arizona State. I know, they didn't want to attend the same school but Arizona gave Clay and Glen full rides that they couldn't refuse the offer (Academics for Clay, Basketball for Glen).
"What's not to love? Hot babes, parties, Greek life and more hot babes!" Glen says with his one track mind.
"I really hope that one of you is learning something." My dad says from the kitchen.
"I've actually learned a lot. Like how to go to class with a hangover, how to get more numbers…"
"Yeah, the wrong numbers." Clay says making my dad and I chuckle.
"I swear, that happens one time and you hold it against me."
"One time? More like all the time, remember that message you left that cheerleader?"
"I do not recall this said phone call."
"Yeah right, she had to find me to tell you to stop blowing up her phone." Yep, sounds just like Glen.
"Whatever dude. So where is this hot girlfriend of yours?" Glen says changing the topic conversation.
"How did you know that she's hot?" Seriously, I know I told Glen and Clay about Ashley but never mentioned how she looked, mostly because I didn't want Glen being a perv.
"Well it's not hard to miss when she's leaving you messages on your wall. Plus her pictures aren't private. I must say Spence, you did an excellent job." Glen says in a gross way. By the look on his face, I can tell that he's picturing Ashley in a dirty way, so I take the opportunity to punch him in the stomach. "Ow! That actually hurt Spence!"
"Well if you weren't such a perv, I wouldn't have to hurt you ass eyes!"
"Enough you guys and Glen stop being a perv." My dad says, holding the phone away from his ear. Glen and I stare each other down, but I know I win when Glen walks to sit down on the couch.
"Even though Glen is an idiot, I would like to know when can we met this lovely Ashley." Clays questions me with a smile.
"Very soon, it's just that she's at the studio recording a demo and it can get pretty busy."
"Nice girl, makes you happy, and plays music. Seems like you found the perfect girl for you."
"I feel like I have. She's so amazing Clay, I don't know what I would ever do without her."
"Well, she does make you smile a lot more which is always good in my books." Awe, it's he the best brother ever! I swear, this kid is simply amazing. "By the way, how is Chelsea?" He asked me, with a hopeful look. Okay, one thing that I haven't mentioned is that Chelsea and Clay use to date. Yeah, they made it pretty awkward for me, seeing how he was always around and they were always being all cute together. They were okay until Clay broke up with Chelsea when he went to college. Said he didn't want her to not enjoy high school because he was in college. Of course she was heartbroken, but she eventually got over it, but they don't talk anymore.
"She's doing well. She's set for art school and she's enjoying life."
"Oh, that's cool." By the look on his face, I can tell he wants more information about Chelsea, but I'm not the type of friend to put her business out on blast.
"Clay if you really want to know how she's doing you could talk to her. Her number hasn't changed and she's always in her art studio. I just hope that you don't think she was going to wait around for you until you came back."
"I know Spence, it's just that I miss her. And not in that whole 'I miss you and I want to be with you' kind of way, but more like 'I just want us to be able to talk' kind of way."
"That depends on you guys. I hated being in the middle of you guys and your drama when you were together, and I'm not getting in it now."
"Trust me that is the last thing I want to do. Maybe after dinner I could run by the studio and talk to her."
"I'm sure you'll do whatever you feel is right." Clay and I sit next to Glen as we watch a repeat of the Bad Girls Club. I swear those girls are more crazy than bad. Two hours later, the food arrives with mom not too far behind. I decide to swallow my fear and join my family for dinner. We all sit at the table and say grace, and the conversation starts up soon after by my mother.
"I must say, I do miss having the whole family here."
"It's always nice to come home to a warm house." Glen says between bites of his pizza.
"I know we have a lot more leftovers when Glen isn't here." Tonya blurts out jokingly. It's true, when he was here, we never had leftovers.
"I can't help it that I'm a growing boy. I have to fulfill my hunger needs."
"More like stuff your face with as much food as possible. Tell me Glen, are the ladies impressed on how you can store food in your cheeks?"
Glen takes the opportunity to open his mouth, revealing his chewed up food. Everyone at the table is automatically put off by his gross behavior.
"Ew Glen! I though college was supposed to mature you, not make you into more of a pig!" Tonya says covering her eyes.
"Why do you have to be such a hater?"
"Why are you such a freak?"
Clay turns to our mom and gives her a look. "And this is what you miss?" I laughed so hard that I almost spit out my soda all over the dinner table.
"Well now that we know that Tonya is a hater and Glen is a freak, tell me how's school going for you Clay." Dad says toning down the argument from before.
"Great, college just keeps getting better. I'm finally inducted into the Honors Council and Dr. James says that I could be working as his assistant by the beginning of junior year."
"That's wonderful Clay! Nice to hear that you're still challenging yourself."
"Kind of have to if I want to keep that scholarship."
"And Glen is the NBA still in your future?" My mom says turning her attention to Glen.
"Of course, even had a few offers to play but decided to just stay in school a little longer."
"Well honey, you know what I say, if the opportunity is knocking, don't ignore it. You could always go back to school."
How can she honestly say that when she gives me crap about dancing? What's the difference between having a career in basketball than dance? I mean, like Chance said, no job is ever stable. Ignore her ignorant comment, I chose to eat my food in silence.
"I just think that maybe if I stay in school, I will always have a degree to fall back on."
"Good for you Glen, nice for you to think about the future." That's dad for pointing out that out.
"How's Madison? Is she still fine as ever?" Glen asks Tonya.
"How should I know? I definitely don't swing that way."
"True." Glen then looks at me. "Tell me Spencer; is she still hot as ever?"
"I wouldn't know Glen. She's cute and all but so not my type."
"Oh come on! Don't play all shy because you got a girlfriend now. You know you're checking her out at practice."
"Speaking of practice, you're kind of early to be coming home from practice. Did it get cancelled or something?" Thanks Glen, now I don't have a choice. This is so not the time right now.
"Actually mom, I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead honey. You can tell me anything."
Sure, you say that now but just give it a couple of seconds.
"I decided that cheerleading isn't fun for me anymore."
"Why do you say that? Did something happen at practice?"
"No, it's just that I don't feel happy when I cheer. Sort like I'm just feeling a space."
"Give yourself time honey, you're probably just stressed out with college and school work and you're in a relationship."
"It's not school and it's not Ashley. I just can't fake wanting to cheer when one of the alternates would appreciate the spot more."
"What are you trying to say Spencer?" My mom's eyes are glued to me, almost as though she was seconds away from stabbing her fork into my eye.
"I'm saying that I quit the squad this morning." Her eyes are still glues on me, their pale blue color has darkened. Her body language is giving off a vibe of rage; I look at her wondering what is going through her head. Maybe she's visualizing choking the shit out of me. She's stays silence, and all I can hear is the Glen chewing on his fourth slice of pizza very loudly. "Mom, can you say something?"
"Wow Spencer, you really know how to fuck up your future."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about UCLA not accepting you now that you quit the squad."
"Do you honestly know how stupid you sound right now? UCLA doesn't care if I'm a cheerleader or not."
"They care to know if you did any extra-curricular activities. Cheerleading would have been the gate ticket in. it showed that you were well rounded, easy going, and sociable. Now that you quit, it shows that you're a quitter, not consistent."
"How am I a quitter when I'm only trying to do what makes me happy?"
"Paula, it's just cheerleading. Spencer is educated enough to get into any college that she wants to attend." Thank you dad, nice to know that one of my parents is normal.
"Grades aren't enough more Arthur. How is she supposed to get into college with no other extra-curricular?"
"Mom, it's not a big deal. My grades are well, I had a high score on the SAT. Maybe it's time for me to do what makes me happy."
"Well I must know Spencer, what it that makes you so happy that now cheerleading just doesn't do it for you anymore."
I think for a moment to myself and think about the reason I quit cheering. The only thing I can think to do is smile, as I picture myself on stage dancing for thousands of people who worship my ever move.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS SPENCER?"
Why the heck is she yelling now?
"YOU'RE GIVING UP ON YOUR EDUCATION FOR DANCE? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT OUT OF LIFE?"
How they hell did she know what I was thinking? Is she a psychic or something?
"I wouldn't be giving up mom. I've been practice my dancing and I was thinking of taking a few classes in college. That way I can get a degree and still dance."
"Do you know what the life of a dancer is really like Spencer? It's hard. There is no guaranteed job, you could get injured and never be able to dance, and what happens when you get older? No one wants a dancer beyond their twenties."
I look down in shame as she throws out the hard cold facts. Everything she said is true, but why does it only want to push me to dance more? As my mother goes on and on, Tonya puts down her fork and gets up from the table unexcused.
"Tonya, you didn't ask if you could be excused." My mother says in a harsh tone.
"Why should I? To hear you feed Spencer a bunch of bullshit?"
"Excuse me?"
"Tonya, watch your language." My dad says, caressing Tonya's arm.
"I'm sorry dad but I can't sit here and pretend that what she is telling Spencer is okay. Have you seen Spencer really dance lately?" My mother sits in silence, unable to answer the question. "Of course not! Because you're too busy to do that! Spencer is going to dance whether you like it or not. She's born to dance, not to sit behind a desk, crunching numbers for the rest of her life!"
"And I suppose you know what's best for her?"
"I know a lot more than you. Spencer wants to dance, because it's the one time she doesn't have to live up to your standards. Do you know how much of hypocritical bitch you are?"
"Watch your mouth young lady!"
"No because you talk so much shit about how dance isn't a guaranteed job and how Spencer could get hurt. But just a few minutes ago, you were praising Glen for having scouts coffer him a position in the NBA. Glen could get injured, never play basketball again, and be traded at any time."
"That's different; Glen has been playing basketball all his life that is his dream."
"And Spencer has a dream to dance. So why shut down hers but support Glen's. Because he'll be making a huge paycheck? Money comes and goes mom and nothing lasts forever."
"Last time I checked I was still your mother and instead of worrying about Spencer's future, you should worry about your own because with your grades, I have no idea where you're going to end up."
"As long as I'm not a miserable bitch like you, I think I will be fine."
Tonya walks away from the table and heads upstairs to her room. The door slams loudly, making mom get up to continue their argument upstairs. Even though I told Tonya that I could handle myself, it felt nice to know that Tonya is willing to upset mom and be grounded for life just to stick up for me. It's a feeling that I missed a lot. Glen continues to eat as if nothing is going on, sort of his way of covering up his emotions.
"I'm sorry that I messed up dinner." I didn't intentionally mean to do it but it was something that I couldn't hide forever.
"Sweetie, as long as you're doing what makes you happy, you don't have to apologize for anything." My gets up from his seat and pulls me to give me a long bear hug, letting me know that he supports whatever it is I want to do. I pull away reluctantly, and sit back at the table, even though I'm not hungry anymore.
"Well it's nice to home but I think I'm going to head to Chelsea's studio to see if she's there." Clay says as he excuses himself from the dinner table. My dad gives him the okay and begins to clean the table.
"Anyone else have plans?"
"I think I'm going to see Ashley at the studio, I'll be back before curfew." I felt bad leaving my dad to clean the kitchen but I had to get out of here, too much drama was giving me a headache and I wanted the only person, who could make it go away.
So that's it for now. One of my longest chapters, but I think it was okay. Tell me what you think. Please continue to read and review. Thank you and we shall meet again.