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11
I walked through the crowded hallways quickly as in the morning before the bell rang. I was looking for her, so that I wouldn't have to talk to her later. I spotted her by her locker leaning against it with Aiden next to her.
I started to walk over there but was stopped by someone tugging on my arm.
"What are you doing?" my brother asked, realizing where I was heading, "Don't start trouble Spencer. No one needs another petty girl fight." I huffed in annoyance, it's not I'm the one who starts the fights. I resent him thinking that.
"Don't worry, I just need to talk to her about our project. I mean would I really purposefully go up to them and waste my breath talking to her?," I explained. Glen looked at me warily before nodding and letting me go.
I walked towards Ashley again this time with no one stopping me and stood before her and Aiden. Aiden looked at me confused and Ashley just looked bored. No one said anything, which made standing there slightly awkward.
"Um hi Spencer, did you need something?" he asked clearing his throat.
"I just needed to ask Ashley and question about our project," I said and he nodded and we both turned to her, who said nothing.
"Right I forgot, you were Queen of the Bitches," I said and Aiden looked around quickly, possibly for help in case Ashley retaliated. Ashley tugged on his arm and pulled him into a kiss which I rolled my eyes at; then she ushered him away.
"What do you want?" she asked smoothing out her Cheer leading skirt. It seems that whenever I see her at school she's wearing her uniform.
"Must you all wear those everyday?" I asked indicating her uniform, "It can't be sanitary." She rolled her eyes at my comment.
"It's perfectly sanitary, we wash them. And we don't wear them everyday, only the days we have to cheer at games," she said turning and opening her locker. I moved to the side of it so that we could still talk.
"It seems like there are a lot of games then," I said. This was weird, we were actually falling into a conversation and not biting each others heads off.
"Well maybe if you came to more games you would know how often we wear our uniforms," she said pulling out a notebook and zipping her bag.
"I used to," I replied quietly.
"I remember," she said shutting her locker and turning to face me again. We were quiet for a moment, the memory of the past creeping up.
"Whatever, besides what would I do at a game? Watch your blockhead of a boyfriend dribble a ball and get sweaty with other guys?" I said snapping.
"Oh here we go, I forgot your jealous," she retorted.
"Jealous? Of Aiden? Yes because I'm jealous of a boy with the IQ of 60," I spat.
"What did you want Spencer?" she asked angry now.
"Our project, we need to finish the questions so we can type the essay," I said.
"Right fine. Your house?" she asked and I nodded, "I'll be there after school, I don't have practice because of the game at 7," she said.
"I take it you can find it on your own," I asked.
"I remember where it is," she replied and with that I started to walk off but not before she called me back again.
"And just so you know, you could cheer on your brother. He plays more than Aiden anyhow," she said coldly before walking off down the hall. I felt guilt wash over me. She was right, I should go for Glen. When I stopped going to the games though in tenth grade after what happened, I never thought about the fact that I also stopped supporting my brother, just about the fact that I stopped supporting Ashley and Madison and anyone they associated with. I sighed. Why did I let her get under my skin?
"Well, that was...civil?" Stacey said coming up from behind me.
"You saw the whole thing?" I asked and she nodded as she fell into step next to me.
"I was waiting for you," she replied. We walked down the hall headed to her locker and stopped as she paused to enter the combination. Stacey was being abnormally quiet so far today.
"What's wrong Stace?" I asked in concern.
"Nothing just thinking," she said. I knew that she probably wanted me to continue asking because Stacey wasn't the type of person that liked keeping her feelings to herself, but rather she liked having someone to share them with and to talk about them with.
"About what?" I asked pushing further.
"It's just...Spencer, how did you know you were gay?" she blurted out after a moment. Oh. Oh, okay.
"Well...I don't know," I replied honestly and she sighed, "I mean I never really thought about it until those rumors really started going around. I had kissed Carmen, once. But when people started talking about us like we were then I started questioning myself. It wasn't exactly hard to come out either because everyone at school already thought I was, so the hardest part was just telling my parents," I explained. She nodded and shut her locker and leaned against it.
"Why do you ask?" I asked her because if Stacey was confused I didn't want her to go through this alone. I looked up at a sudden banging as Carmen came down the hallway pushing some Freshman boy out of the way. I shook my head, she could always make an entrance even if it's just for school.
"No reason," Stacey said quickly as Carmen headed towards us. It clicked then that of course she was talking about her feelings toward Carmen. I squeezed her hand comfortingly just so she knew I understood.
"Ew, what's with the love fest?" Carmen asked as she asked noticing our hands.
"Why I've decided Spencer is my soul mate," Stacey said over dramatically and then kissed my hand.
"Loser," I replied laughing. We headed off down the hallway as the warning bell rang. I thought back to what Stacey and I talked about and realized that Carmen probably had no idea, and this must be the first secret they've ever kept from one another.