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AN: So I apologize if this chapter seems ADD. It seemed that way for me. I know I also said double updates but...then you'd have to wait longer. I have tomorrow off, so I'll write more.

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Previously:

"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.

23

I walked down the hallway after Film heading to my last class of the day, Photography. I was thrilled the day was over. Lately I find myself just going through the motions. Since Ashley kissed me we haven't really talked or anything. I can't figure her out and was really starting to get on my nerves. What bothered me even more was the fact that I cared. We were in some weird cycle of never ending awkwardness met with kisses then back to anger then apologizing and then the awkwardness again.

It frustrated me. Especially since I didn't know what I was supposed to feel. My best friend, whom I liked kissed me twice. Now my mind is jumbled with confusion. I hated her, so much. Was I being to forgiving? Or just fooling myself? Was I an experiment? What the hell is going on? I really couldn't think much more than that. I sighed.

I was wrapped up in my thoughts so much so that I didn't notice people had stopped in the middle of the hallway. I walked into someone stumbling backwards. I mumbled a sorry and looked and saw Ashley and Aiden having a heated argument by her locker. It was drawing a crowd, but some people were pushing by trying to get to class. People were acting as if they weren't watching, slowing down as they passed to hear what was going on and I was getting annoyed not being able to make it through the hallway. At this rate I'll get a late slip. Again.

"What's going on?" I looked up as Stacey and Carmen weaved their way towards me. I briefly processed their interlocked hands and smiled.

"No idea," I said as we moved closer.

"No it wasn't like that," I could hear Aiden say as we got closer. It seemed as if he were the more emotional one, Ashley looked calm.

"What was it like then?" She asked anger seeping through. I saw her eyes scan the crowd quickly before they met mine. She looked away before I had time to blink. He didn't answer.

"Kyla wouldn't lie to me Aid. Don't insult my sister like that!" Ashley said.

"I wouldn't-"

"She saw you!" she yelled loudly. She took a deep breath and waited for him to answer.

"Look, why don't we talk about this later?" Aiden said noticing the crowd. He put his arm out to touch Ashley's shoulder, I guess in what he assumed was a comforting way. She swatted his arm away.

"No we won't! Amanda Mars, really?" she asked him and he hung his head. Amanda Mars. A Volleyball player in our grade. I didn't know her that well but from what I did know and when I talked to her she came off very narcissistic and bitchy. She was attractive, I guess. Blonde hair and medium height but not lanky; she had curves. But other than limited physical attraction I couldn't see why she attracted people the way she did. I didn't get it but I guess someone else has been on my mind lately.

"Ash, please," he begged. He must of of felt like her patience was ending, I could even tell just from watching. He was fighting a losing battle with her.

"No Aiden, I'm done," she said. Somewhere inside of me I was happy, but I couldn't show that, besides it wasn't like I was going to jump up and down and cause a scene. I still don't know what's going on with Ashley and I. But the fact that she just shut down Aiden made me oddly happy.

I looked up and Carmen was looking at me strangely with a questioning look on her face. She quirked an eyebrow and looked between Ashley and I. I guess I wasn't as good as I wanted to be with hiding my emotions. She could probably read me like a book. I shook my head and focused back on the scene in front of me.

"What?" he asked shocked, "Ash you don't mean that," the bell rang signaling we were all late for class. No one seemed to care. King High's poster couple was ending in front of their eyes. It was stuff like this that people in high school thrived off of. It you weren't there to witness it you would hear about it for a week from those that were.

"Yes I do," she said simply. She walked through the crowd of people and down the hallway. I hesitated for a moment and then followed her.

She walked into the gym and sat at the bleachers. I sat quietly next to her. She didn't seem surprised that I was sitting with her. She turned and gave me a smile, but it wasn't a real one; it didn't reach her eyes.

"Aren't you missing a class or something?" she questioned me.

"Uh...yeah," I said. Why did I follow her? Good question. She didn't press further she nodded gratefully and we sat there for a moment in silence.

"You okay?" I asked. Her hand was resting on her jean clad knee and I felt myself grab a hold of it without thinking. I paused because I didn't know how she was going to react. To my surprise she allowed me to keep our hands clasped.

"It was a long time coming, otherwise it wouldn't of ended the way it did," she said staring at the wall opposite us. The gym was silent and her words echoed a bit in the room.

"Oh," I said.

"We just weren't clicking, and I never really liked him that way. He was just easy to be with," she said still not looking at me but across the room. I gave her hand a gentle reassuring squeeze and she smiled.

"Plus I might of gotten caught up in someone else," she said not breaking eye contact with me. I let out a sigh and looked away.

"Look Ashley, I can't -"

"We'll talk, I promise," she said. And just like that I believed her. She wouldn't break her promise to me. I nodded and stood, if I left now I could make it to Photography and maybe not get detention for being late.

I started to leave but turned as she grabbed my hand.

"Thanks Spencer," she said genuinely.

"Of course."