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Ashley's POV
What is it with people and these labels? I just don't get it. All these people. All these labels. Maybe some people don't fall under a certain label. Maybe some people have more than one label. Maybe some people have no label. Why can't we all be labeled under love.
Alright, that was incredibly cheesy and romantic, but why not?
My eyes search the parking lot of the high school quickly, picking up images of a girl smoking a cigarette, a guy and a girl making out heavily against a car, a girl with bright blue hair sitting on her trunk, and lastly a tall boy with dark hair leaning against his car door, eyes closed. This image interests me the most.
I walk up to the boy and try to be sneaky.
"What's up Ashley." Aiden says in a rough voice. One that indicates that he didn't get much sleep last night.
"What's going on Aiden." I try to keep my voice not so curious.
Aiden sighs heavily and finally opens his eyes and turns his head to him. His face is all rough, like he didn't shave. It's eight o'clock in the morning and is five o'clock shadow is already making its appearance.
"Nothing. I just-" He says slowly. Not wanting to prod him too much, I stay quiet.
Well, for a second at least. "You look like crap."
Aiden chuckles a bit and says "Yeah, thanks a lot."
"Bad night?" I ask, leaning next to him, my eyes continuously searching the parking lot still for some pretty blonde hair.
"Not the best." He turns fully around to me now, a frown on his face. "I don't know what I'm doing with Court."
There it is. His dilemma. Out in the open. It's real, it's not some cutesy game that he's playing, that anyone's playing. I know Court must be bugging his mind because Aiden wouldn't stress about things that aren't very important to him.
"Do you like him?" I ask simply.
"Yeah, I do. I like him, but I don't know if I like him enough to go around flaunting him as my boyfriend."
I sigh lightly. "It's simple. If you like him."
His eyes narrow at mine. "It's not simple Ash. Was it just simple when you liked Spencer for so long? If it was simple, you would have just gone for it." Aiden says with a slight tinge of jealousy in his voice.
"That's different. Way different. Much more complicated." I try to explain.
And it really is different. Spencer is my best friend. When I realized that I was falling for her, wanting to hold her more than in a friendly way, aching for her eyes at all times, I couldn't just go tell her. We were friends. At first I was scared of the consequences. It took me an incredibly long time, after experiencing agonizing moments of obviousness of our love for each other, one that neither of us ever had the courage to just talk about. It took me a long time to take a risk. A risk so heavy that I would have either lost everything or gained everything.
I gained. Oh, I gained like a fat man on Thanksgiving.
"Love is love. There's no difference there." Aiden says, breaking my string of thinking.
I'm baffled. "Love?"
Aiden coughs a little bit while laughing slightly. "You know what I mean. And you would think in all of this he's the one wondering 'what we are.' But he's not. He's great, he's- just letting us be…us. And I'm the one freaking out about 'what we are' and trying to dissect everything." Aiden groans and I rest my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. "God, I understand now how all those girls must have felt with me."
I frown slightly, Aiden was a bit of a whore.
I don't know what to say to him, I don't have any good advice. "I don't know Aid, it'll work itself out." I say, that being the best I can come up with.
"Yeah, hopefully." He answers dejectedly.
I turn my head to the other side and see Spencer walking towards me and Aiden. A smile appears on her face as our eyes meet and I scan her body with my eyes. She's all cute in a little denim jacket and tank top. Blonde hair shines bright in the gleam of the orange orb that is the sun and my hearts works overtime while I swear, butterflies start to fly out of my body.
"Hey." She says to me and then to Aiden.
"Hey Spencer." Aiden says. "So, are you guys gunna like, be out?" He asks afterwards. It's a legitimate question. I had thought about it myself but never talked about it with Spencer. The few other days we were in school together we weren't any different than normal. But for some reason, today felt different. Almost as if our conversation in my car about Paula solidified us.
"I don't know." Spencer answers slowly her eyes meeting mine, which are still glazed over from the first look I had gotten of her as she walked over.
Aiden nods and says that he'll see us at lunch. Spencer leans next to me on his car, looking at the side of my face.
"What are you thinking Ash?' She says to me after a moment.
I turn to her, wanting badly to kiss her right now, push her up against the car. "I wanna kiss you." I spit out quickly. I see an adorable blush come onto her already rosy cheeks. My hand drifts to her waist, playing with the hem of her shirt.
"Spencer, I wanna kiss you against the lockers, in the bathroom, at the picnic table, in lab while doing an experiment, in gym, while you're debating (she snorts), while I'm taking a test, in the middle of the hallway, in-" My rambling is cut off by her soft hand.
"I get it." She smiles at me, her hand moving from my mouth to the side of my face. "Can we just, take the public displays of affection a little slow?" She asks quietly.
I nod, understanding. I know she wants to tell her family before we're all over each other at school. "What about private displays of affection?" I say with a sly grin on my face.
Spencer's hand slides from my cheek to the back of my neck, bringing my head to come right in front her hers. She touches my lips with hers so softly I'm not even sure it happened.
"No speed limit."
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After sixth period I'm walking to my locker thanking the sky that there are only two more classes to go before the end of the day. Then I can go home with Spencer. Be with Spencer all by myself. Just the two of us, those are the times I love the most. Those were the times I had always loved the most.
"Hey!" I hear a guys voice come from behind me. I spin around on my heel to see a green-eyed, blonde haired boy jogging towards me.
"Hey Court, how's it going?"
"Alright alright, what's up? How's your girl?" He says with a grin on his face as he falls into step with me.
I can't help but smile at his words. Hell, I've had a smile on my face for the whole day. The whole last couple of days.
My girl.
"She's good, she's…amazing." I tell him honestly.
"Good. Geez Ashley you look like a love-stricken kitten." Court laughs while smoothing his hair.
"What is with that word today?" I mumble to myself.
"Huh? Kitten?"
I chuckle at him. "Love."
"Ahhh." He breathes a sigh of knowing. "Love comeforth like sunshine after rain." I give him a quizzical look. Court shrugs. "Billy Shakespeare."
"Right." I pause. "How's Aiden?" I ask tentatively.
Even though I know from talking to Aiden that the two of them are going through something weird, I can still visibly see Court brighten at the mention of Aiden.
"Good, I think. I know he's confused and trust me, I get it. Been there done that. I'm trying to give him room, you know?" Court says all at once, the words coming breezily out of his mouth like a steady stream of smoke.
"Totally. He really likes you, Court." I tell him as we finally reach our destination; my locker.
Court turns to me and I twist the lock. "Thank you for saying that."
"It's the truth." I tell him as I open my locker and a little index card falls to the ground. I pick it up and immediately smile when I see the bubbly handwriting.
Ashley Davies you better meet me in the bathroom during sixth period. I can't wait until the end of the day. I am weak and I need to touch you.
Court is saying something but I wouldn't be able to say what it is. I am too focused on Spencer's writing. On the fact that she actually wrote these words. To me.
I wait twenty-five minutes exactly in class before asking to go to the bathroom. I grab the bathroom pass and haul ass down the hallway. When I get in I see a flash of blonde and am roughly pulled inside a stall and pressed against its door.
Blue eyes are darkly looking at me and Spencer's mouth is so close to mine I can basically taste her. I lean my head forward slightly but she pulls back and smiles slyly. So fucking sexy.
I let out a distraught moan. "Speeeeeence."
"I said I wanted to touch you, not kiss you." She whispers down my neck, lips slightly touching softly.
I growl from my throat at her and kiss her forcefully. She tastes like something citrus-y and it is so damn delicious.
"How cliché are we, making out in a bathroom stall." She says between kisses as her hands grip my hair, pushing herself into me against the door. My response to her comment is a moan as her tongue slips inside my mouth.
This whole scene is so totally hot: the note, the bathroom, against a stall, Spencer's lips on my throat. I can feel myself getting turned on more and more each second. So much so that my hands travel to her ass, grabbing it slightly. I stop myself after another long kiss, not wanting to get ahead of ourselves. I don't want to be with Spencer for the first time in a dirty, high school bathroom stall.
Even though that sounds so amazing right about now.
I am surprised at myself for a second, because the old Ashley wouldn't give a shit about where she was. Also, the old Ashley wouldn't give a shit about who she was with. But this Ashley, the Ashley that has her hands pulling Spencer into her by her hips, does give a shit.
I wrap my arms around her waist and nuzzle the side of her neck. Softly rubbing the skin with my nose. I feel Spencer shiver in my embrace and I smile quietly to myself.
"Spencer, I-"
But I am cut off by yelling.
"ASHLEY?" A loud, high voice, one I pin as Kyla's, yells into the bathroom. "Mrs. Wilson asked me to see if you were okay, what the hell are you d-"
Kyla now has the door open and me and Spencer are still clinging tightly to each other.
"Right. Okay, well that's cute and all, but her vein is gunna pop if you don't come back. Now." Kyla says to me. Damn you Kyla, damn you.
"Fine. I'm coming." I say to her.
"I'll see you after school?" Spencer asks me as she takes herself away from me. I sigh when I don't feel her arms around me anymore and nod. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and she's gone, saying bye to Kyla as she walks out.
I physically feel my smile fade away when she leaves, wanting her to just come back. Just for one more minute. Kyla is smirking stupidly at me.
"What?" I spit, getting the bathroom pass and exiting with her.
"You love her. You really love her." She snorts so loudly that it echoes down the hallway.
I give her a glare. "Shut up Kyla."
"You can act tough Ash. But we both know it's true." She tells me coolly.
I just smile, knowing it's no use to deny the truth. "She loves me too, right?" I ask rather nervously.
I know Spencer loves me. Before we ever got together we would always tell each other we loved the other. Whether we meant as friends or were secretly pouring our hearts out without the other knowing. Even when the other person was doing the same exact thing. But having her love now, is different. It's different love than best friends. I know she loves me, I know she does. Still, there is that nervousness.
"Well, duh." Kyla says with emphasis.
"So how's your boy toy?" I ask her as we take our seat back in class.
Her and Glen have been, how can I say this without being crude, fuck buddies. Well, honestly there is no other way to describe it. They are always going off somewhere to do something, whispering to each other, standing ridiculously close. The thing is, I think Glen actually really likes Kyla, and Kyla is pretty much using him for ass. Sure, she likes him, thinks he's cute, ew, but she's not serious. Kyla is never serious about anyone. She is always more into her friends and being with them.
Kyla and I have never gotten along that great, the bickering, the glaring, the edgy comments. But the fact that she's always more into helping her friends is the thing I love abut her.
Not that I would ever admit that to anyone.
Kyla looks bored writing her notes. I can see all the little doodles around the edges of her paper. "He's fine. You know, the same." She says easily while filling in a 3-D box.
"You like him?" I say quietly while our teacher's back is turned.
"He's fine." She repeats. Suddenly her head turns to me quickly and if it had been any quicker I swear it would have snapped off her neck. "It's just-" Her eyes are focused intently on me, showing that whatever she is going to say next is serious. "It's just, he's nice yeah, and he's fun. But we don't have that, that passion."
"Passion?"
"Yeah." She continues. "There's no fire there, no need for the other. I see you and Spence together, which by the way fucking finally that took you two long enough, Jesus. A blind albino would tell you two wanted to screw each other and-"
I cut her off harshly. "Kyla."
"Right." She says shaking her head for a second. "Right, but I see you two and you can't keep your hands off each other, which by the way is cute but sometimes I don't need to see Spencer put-"
Again, I cut her off. "Kyla." This girl has some serious ADD.
"Right. But you know what I mean Ash. I've never had that with someone and Glen is a good time, yeah, but he doesn't do that for me." She finally finishes, actually looking a little depressed and I can tell by the despair in her voice that she's serious.
"You'll find it." I tell her, confident.
"Well I fuckin' hope so." She says roughly before turning back to drawing shapes in her pink-ink pen.
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Spencer's arms are around my neck in the parking lot after school, and I have been waiting for this hug since the bathroom almost two hours ago.
"We're gunna go get something to eat, you two coming?" Chelsea directs the question to me and Spencer.
I begin to say yes, but Spencer cuts me off.
"Actually, we're gunna go to Ashley's, Chels." She says evenly as her hand rubs my stomach softly. "Right Ash?" Spencer looks at me but I can't say anything as that hand is preventing me. She's grinning slightly. No words come out. I nod.
"Is that cool?" Spencer says back to Chelsea.
She chuckles and her eyes twinkle a bit at us. "Of course."
Fuck yeah it's cool.