Disclaimer: I don't own South
AN: Look a quick update! Now I have to go do homework :/ But I realized in the last note i said 2 chapters till the talk, I meant 4. So now 3. 2 of which would be flashbacks.
Review please.
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Previously:
"God Spencer, you look so hot right now," she whispered into my ear nibbling on it. She pulled at my tie leaving no space between our bodies. I moaned as she positioned her leg between mine. She trailed her finger tips down my neck and quickly unbuttoned my shirt from the top leaving kisses down my neck and across my breasts. I rocked my hips against her leg and flipped us so she was against the door. My hands fell down her back and cupped her ass bringing her hips harder into mine.
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Carmen was staring at my neck and I looked at her weirdly.
"Nice hickey," she whispered to me so not to attract the attention of the other two. I gulped and quickly moved my shirt to cover the mark. Crap that's going to be hard to explain.
I sat in the cafeteria the sounds of people talking and bustling about in my head, surrounding me. But I tuned it all out. I was focused on her.
She was wearing blue jeans today and I found it slightly strange yet exhilarating that she wasn't in her usual uniform. A week after Halloween and we hadn't really talked since then. Of course if it was up to Ashley, I don't think we'd be doing much talking anyway.
I found myself falling for Ashley again, stronger than I felt before; maybe because in some weird and confusing way she was reciprocating my feelings this time. Maybe because I was no longer scared and confused about who I was. I mean, that's not saying I'm not confused about this situation right now. Because I totally am. I sighed.
She laughed at something Kyla said. Kyla had been alternating her seats between us and Ashley. It was usually her and Madison otherwise. Sometimes Glen. I had found it odd thought that Sherry rarely sat with them and was often with Aiden at the other lunch table. Recently Kyla had one of her friends from her art class, Chelsea sit with them as well. She seemed pretty cool and laid back but extremely passionate about her work. She wasn't often at lunch and I think that's because she liked to get more time in the art studio. I admired that drive she had.
Her laugh reminded me of her voice that sent shivers down my spine. It's raspy quality and huskiness screamed sexy. She turned her head and her eyes connected with mine, like she knew I was staring at her. She winked at me quickly. So quickly I thought it's might of just been a blink, then her attention was back on what Kyla was saying.
I needed to know what was going on in her brain. I needed to know if she was feeling the same way about me. And I needed to know why. She kept saying soon we would talk, but time kept escaping us. There was never a moment alone to discuss the things that needed to be discussed and I could feel myself saying it didn't matter. I was getting so wrapped up in her and touching her and kissing her and being near her that nothing else seemed to matter. But it did, I knew that and I had to keep that in the back of my mind.
So I kept reminding myself that. Every time her arm brushed mine in class and made my stomach flip, I reminded myself. Every time her breath hit the side of my neck, I reminded myself. Every time I thought about our kisses, I reminded myself. It was tiring but I didn't want to forgive and forget. I forgave, that much is true but I won't forget until I get answers.
"Earth to Spencer," I snapped out of my thoughts as Stacey's pale hand waved in front of my face.
"What's up?" she asked and I just shrugged. I still hadn't told Stacey and Carmen about Ashley and I. I didn't know what to say. I found that since Halloween though, Carmen watched me more carefully so spacing our in front of her staring at Ashley probably wasn't the smartest move.
"You've been spacing out a lot lately. What's going on?" she asked concerned.
"It's nothing Stace, just school and stuff," I lied. I hated that I just flat out lied to my best friends. It felt like there was a twisting in my stomach because I knew it was wrong. Carmen was scrutinizing me and she looked in the direction I was staring and saw Ashley. She gave me a weird look, kind of like anger and confusion combined.
I think she knows. I hope she doesn't. I don't want to have to explain myself before even I know what's going on in my own life.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket and read the text message. Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in 5. I smiled, I couldn't help it. I watched her say goodbye to Kyla and dump her lunch tray before she left the room.
I quickly got up and followed her, like she knew I would. She left without waiting for a response because she knew I would follow her.
I walked into the bathroom and she was leaning against the sink.
"Hey," I said and she smiled as she beckoned me with a 'come here' motion of her finger. I walked over to her and she draped her arms around my neck.
"Hey back," she rasped. We stared at each other. I loved Ashley's eyes. They seemed to change colors every time I saw them. The were a deep chocolate brown but sometimes a lighter mocha. Today I couldn't put a name on it. They had flecks of green spread out in a puddle of brown. Like patches of grass in a mud puddle. I chuckled and she quirked her eyebrow at me.
"You have mud eyes," I said.
"What?" she asked a look of pure confusion crossed her face, "Should I take that as an insult?" I shook my head no as my hands wrapped around her hips.
"No, they're beautiful," I said nuzzling into the crook of her neck and placing light kisses all over. She tilted her head back to give me better access.
"Spencer?" I froze. That wasn't Ashley. I felt her tense up in my arms as well. I went to step back, but it was too late, we had been caught. I faced the person in the bathroom door, shock written on their face before they ran out.
"Carmen!" I shouted, and I went to follow her but I was stopped by Ashley. She was scared, I cupped her face and kissed her mumbling, "it's fine," before chasing after Carmen.
"Carm," I found her by her locker in the deserted hallway.
"I knew something was going on with you! I knew it, but what was that?" she asked while furiously shoving some books in her locker. I didn't answer.
"How long Spencer? Has it been going on for a while? Was it some sick joke you two had planned out? Were you two just laughing about it while we were trying to get through without dealing with the remarks from them?" she fired each question at me with out taking a breath, slamming her locker door at the end.
"It wasn't like that," I said pleading with her to understand.
"What was it like then Spencer! Please explain it to me. Because it's Ashley Davies. Ashley Davies," she said venomously. I didn't answer her again. I looked down at the floor. I knew she was right. Ashley had kind of ruined things all those years ago and even I don't understand how I could forgive her. She just seems sincere. I know she is.
"She's different Carmen. It's like how it used to be," I whispered and she laughed mockingly.
"It will never be like that again Spencer, I can't believe that you of all people would fall for her...again," she said as the bell rang. She walked off leaving me there to think about what she had just said.