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AN: So I hope you enjoyed your double update. The next one will be single again but then I think i'll go back to doubles. :D I also might/ be writing a oneshot with 01shane01 so check that out.

Reviews are greatly appreciated. :)

Previously:

I kept almost saying something but every time I looked at Kyla I thought of Ashley and her kissing me.

...

"I don't know what to do," she said. She flew backwards so that she was lying on her back on my bed.

"About what?" I asked as Kyla moved over a bit giving Carmen more room.

"Stacey," she mumbled. Kyla and I looked at each other. She seemed to pick up on where the conversation immediately. It wasn't like Stacey and Carmen didn't act like a couple already. If I didn't know any better, I would think they were dating already.

"What about Stacey?" Kyla asked curiously.

"I just – I think I like her," Carmen admitted.

...

But she kissed me and I kissed back. She has a boyfriend. She and the other cheerleaders have made my life hell for two years. And right now I don't really care, because I can't stop thinking about kissing her again.

God, I'm so messed up.

21

I quickly walked down the hall rushing to get to Health, as I ran towards the door to avoid a tardy I accidentally bumped into someone sending books all over the place.

"God Carlin. Can't you ever watch where you're going?" Ashley's malicious voice said as she stood.

"I'm sorry," I said pulling myself to my feet. I was about to help her pick up her books but she waved me out of the way.

"You should be," she said shoulder checking me so hard I stumbled backwards and almost fell.

"God, you're such a bitch. I said I was sorry," I said.

"Well, what a delightful attitudes you two have in the morning," Mrs. Swan said walking into the classroom. I froze. Crap, not good.

"That will be a detention after school in my room for the both of you Ms. Davies and Ms. Carlin," she said motioning for us to be seated. I didn't even bother arguing with her that it was Ashley's fault. I knew I would get nowhere.

Great, my Mom will be thrilled to hear I had detention. I huffed and sat down next to Ashley. I took a glance over at her and glared at her only to see her smirking inwardly. Not the reaction I would expect from someone who just got a detention.

"So meet me at the car at 4:30," Glen said as we walked towards the classroom for my detention.

"My detention is only from 3 to 4 though, " I said.

"Then you'll have to wait until practice is over. Or you can walk," he said. I sighed, "Can I at least have the keys?" I asked stopping at Mrs. Swan's door.

"Uh, nope," he said before walking off laughing. Ugh, he could be an ass sometimes.

"Be sit Spencer" Mrs. Swan said nodding toward my chair next to Ashley.

"Now, I know you two didn't want to work together but you need to get passed your differences. You will be in here for an hour. I have a meeting and will be back at 3," she said walking toward the door.

"Try not to kill each other," she said amusing herself as she locked the door before shutting it chuckling lightly. Great now I'm in a locked room with my apparently bipolar ex-best friend who gives me butterflies when we touch. Great.

I looked around the room, trying to not look at Ashley. I guess I could start my homework, but that would require actually being productive before nine at night when I'm tired and procrastinate my homework until.

I could feel Ashley's eyes on me and I refused to look at her. But both she and I knew I was pretending to not notice that she was actually looking at me.

"What?" I ask exasperated not being able to stand it anymore.

"Nothing," she says, "Just thinking."

"Seriously Ash, are you medicated or something? What's with the mood swings?" I ask losing my patience. She kisses me then treats me like crap and now is perfectly civil again. I can't figure her out and it's so frustrating. What's her agenda?

I stood up and walked towards the side of the room and opened the room to let some air in the stuffy room. I turned around and almost jumped at Ashley standing right in front of me. I leaned against the window sill.

"Why would you do that?" I asked, the tension easing as the fresh air hit the back of my neck.

"What?" she asked. She was well withing my personal space bubble but not actually touching me and I could feel my face heat up slightly. I wished I could stick my head out the window and gulp in the air without looking like a freak.

"Why would you act like that today? And get us a detention," I asked. She had to know it was coming. Her behavior can't stay a mystery forever.

"So that I could do this," she said leaning in and kissing me. I was in shock. Once can be a mistake but twice? No.

It wasn't like the first hesitant kiss, but more demanding. Ashley grabbed my head securely in her hands and attacked my mouth with hers. Her lips were so soft as they melded with mine and tasted like vanilla.

I managed to move my mouth away from hers as she wrestled for air.

"Ash?" I said trying to get her attention but she was gone. She didn't listen and moved down my neck leaving light kisses along the way. All rational thought left my head and I wrapped my arms around her waist and looped my fingers in her belt loops pulling her hips closer to mine. Her hands were wrapped around my neck, with her fingers tickling me.

She sucked on my collarbone and I couldn't contain the moan that fell from my lips. I felt her smirk against my skin as she nipped at it and I rocked into her.

I flipped us around so that Ashley was against the window sill and pulled her head up to mine and reconnected out lips. My hands roamed her sides as we kissed and she tugged lightly on my hair. My tongue shot out across her lips and she eagerly opened her mouth deepening the kiss. She groaned as I sucked on her tongue and played with the hem on her shirt teasing her skin.

When we pulled apart we were both breathing heavily as we looked at one another. Her lips were swollen and red from the kissing and I couldn't help but chuckle at her disheveled appearance.

I stepped back putting some space between us. Her face was flushed from the lack of air and I was sure mine was too. She straightened out her shirt and ran a hair through her hair fixing it.

I sat back down, in my seat as she stood staring at me from her place against the window. At least this time she wasn't ignoring me. Instead she was looking right at me.

"Ashley," I said but didn't continue. I didn't really know what to say.

"Yeah?"

"What was that?" I asked deciding to jump straight to the problem.

"I-I don't know," she said sighing and taking a seat in the desk across from me.

"That's the second time," I said.

"I know," she said looking down and playing with her fingers. I glanced at the clock. 3:42. Detention was almost up and Mrs. Swan would be back soon.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know … I – I just know I like kissing you," she admitted shyly. It was the first time she had been hesitant all afternoon and I knew this was hard for her. It was hard for me too. I didn't know what to think of my feelings. I know I enjoyed kissing her, but she's Ashley. A cheerleader. We made it public that we didn't get along and yet here we were making out in a abandoned classroom after school.

"Me too," I whispered quietly. She gave me a small smile which I returned.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"I don't know." We stayed quiet for the remainder of the time, until Mrs. Swan came back to let us go.