This is by far the worst chapter I have written so far.
"So, do you think we should stop them?" asked the brunette of the blonde, resting her head on the other girl's shoulder, surveying the spectacle in front of them.
Directly ahead, matched in a brutal wrestling bout, Aiden and Ashley fumbled together on the ground, attempting to get the upper hand in the fight. Neither Kyla nor Spencer knew what to do about the pair. The situation had caught them so unexpectedly.
"Uh, I don't really remember how it started." Spencer replied while running a hand through her hair.
Kyla pursed her lips to hold back a grin. It was obvious to her that Spencer wasn't happy about the event but the whole thing was endlessly amusing to her. The boy she had a crush on and her sister were fighting over a girl that was not her and she wasn't furious about it.
"All I know is that Aiden said something about you that really pissed Ashley off."
"Oh, right. He told her that I'm not a psycho kidnapper," the blonde took a backwards footstep to avoid getting a face full of sand caused by a scrambling Aiden. "He always has had a thing for protecting my honor and what not."
"And Ashley has always had a thing for being overdramatic," the younger Davies added to Spencer's statemnt. "Seriously, if you don't want to take her home you don't have to. I don't halfway mind now that she's ruined the mood."
Spencer glanced sideways at Kyla, saw her sad expression, and instantly decided her mind. She stepped towards the wrestling duo. As Aiden was rushing past her towards the wannabe rocker, Spencer grabbed the back of his collar and sent him sprawling on the sand to the left of Kyla.
"Impressive." Kyla praised.
The blonde shrugged with a small grin on her face and gave a two-worded explanation of, "older brother", before bracing herself for an angry Ashley. The girl marched towards the group, stumbling more so than marching, really, but before she could even attempt to retaliate one last time, Spencer had her hands firmly planted on Ashley's shoulders.
Kyla gave her own hand to help Aiden up and once he was on his feet, he refused to let go of her grasp, not even for another round with Ashley.
"Ashley," Spencer demanded of the girl vainly struggling against the palms of her hands. "Go get in the car."
"Are you really just going to let this pyscho drive off with me somewhere so she can stuff me in her trunk?" Ashley insisted of her sister, ignoring Spencer's statement and still trying to get free.
"I'm not a psycho!" Spencer yelled. "You're the one who was wrestling someone a foot taller than you."
"And I was taking his ass." Ashley shot the boy a triumphant smirk.
"Get in the freakin' car!" Spencer shouted, almost at the end of her patience.
Ashley looked sadly to her sister for confirmation, and when she got it, she trudged to the silver Nissan Spencer was pointing to. Suddenly the night was quiet. The two sober girls let our similar breaths of relief and shared a faint smile between them.
"Kyla, I'm really sorry" Spencer started ruefully. "But to be completely honest, I don't like your sister that much."
In reality, Spencer was feeling a seething hatred that she was sure she had never felt before. But insulting her new friend's sibling to such a degree didn't seem smart, and Spencer Carlin was easily considered smart. She was willing, however, to admit even she wasn't smart enough to ignore the older Davies' childish taunts.
"I think she's fun." Aiden added his opinion.
"Don't worry about it, Spence," Kyla patted the back of Aiden's hand. "And you better not think she's too much fun, got it?"
"I think you're the most fun." He assured her.
The response earned Aiden a hug from Kyla that he eagerly returned. The hugging continued until a slightly uncomfortable Spencer cleared her throat.
"I'll just get going then, if that's alright." She said while shuffling away.
"Wait!" Kyla pulled away from Aiden. "You need directions."
Spencer threw her hands up and continued to take small steps backwards. She didn't need to stay any longer than necessary. Aiden would surely fill her in on the details she would, and wouldn't, want to know.
"That's ok. Aiden has a GPS. I'll just get the address from Ashley."
"Oh," Already she was nestling back against Aiden who was swaying, but whether from alcohol or the music in his head, no one would know. "Ok, that sounds good. Thanks so much, Spencer. This really means a lot."
"Just consider this insurance against any future favors I might have."
But Kyla was too far lost in holding Aiden's hand as he pulled her towards the beach to hear Spencer's last remark. The blonde sighed and wondered to herself why Aiden got to fall in love tonight and not her. It didn't seem fair to her.
In the front seat of Aiden's car, Ashley wasn't thinking anything along those lines. She was thinking that she wanted to get as far away from Spencer as fast as possible. Already she had programmed the GPS she had found in the glove box with her address so that even if Kyla hadn't given the blonde psycho directions, there was no way she'd get lost. And if the blonde started going to wrong way, Ashley would have advance warning of when to duck and roll out of the car.
When Spencer opened the driver's side door, she peered in on Ashley who was sitting on the edge of her seat. With a silent groan, she settled into her seat, started the car, and barely raised her eyebrows at the programmed machine sitting on the dash. Somehow she had expected something like that.
Minutes went by as Spencer followed the machine's directions precisely. The silence was tense but soon Ashley started relaxing back into her seat since the blonde wasn't showing any signs of turning serial killer. She even flipped the radio. Her music choice prompted an eye roll from Spencer but the silence stretched on.
Before either of the girls realized it, Spencer was turning the car into the Davies' driveway. Ashley put her guard back up as she leapt out of the car. Good thing she did too, because Spencer was stepping out of the car as well.
"What are you doing?" The brunette asked, panicky.
"Walking you to the door," was Spencer's answer, as if it was beyond commonsense.
Ashley huffed to the front door, anxious to be inside where she could slam the door in her stalker's face. Spencer just ignored the girl's paranoia and studied the house. The front steps were encased by tall, white pillars and a motion-sensitive light system. The night was flooded with an persistent humming as the lights came to life. The brunette acted as if it were nothing but Spencer jumped a little at the interruption.
Ashley kept her self-satisfation to herself.
"You can leave now," she said, clumsily shooing Spencer away. "Don't even… don't you even start to think I'm gonna let you in."
Spencer shot her annoyed look.
"Why would I want to come inside?"
"You're obsessed. With me," Spencer's facial expression grew more and more blank with each added sentence of clarification from Ashley. "Because you drove me home. After tricking my sister into liking you. And followed me to the door. And kept looking at me in the car."
"You're drunk," Spencer explained with a deadly calm she didn't feel. "If I'm obsessed with you, it's because I can't stop thinking about beating some sense into you. The only thing stopping me is your sister. And I kept looking at you because you were muttering under your breath. Any decent person would have followed you to the door to make sure something didn't happen."
Ashley tried to remember that part of the car ride where she was talking to herself and vaguely recalled it.
"What was I saying?" She ordered Spencer to tell her.
"And there you go talking about yourself again. Whatever. I'm pretty sure you were repeating the word psycho over and over again but I can't be sure. Now just go to bed before I change my mind about beating you."
The sound of the front door slamming, coordinated with the slamming of the car door, rang through the night.
So, I was just wondering... has anyone else noticed all the other fanfic stories where Spencer or Ashley is a teacher? And the other is a student? Y'all got some fantasies.
Anyways, if you picked up on it, I decided Clay doesn't exist in this story.