I park the car and turn to Ashley.
"Ok so since this is the first time you have been to my house, I'm going to prepare you before you walk in." I pause and she nods for me to continue. "My mom is…well some might say she's a bit intimidating, but don't worry she's probably not here." I pause again, and she has a slightly nervous look in her eyes. "Then there's my dad, he is awesome and sweet, but I doubt you will meet him because he is always at the office." She seems a little less tensed at that. "And then there's Glen…well you already know what to expect with that, let's just hope he has pants on if he is there." She laughs a little. "It's not too late to back out, you know."
"I think I can handle it." She smiles at me and unbuckles her seat belt. I follow her and get out of the car. We walk up to my front door and I unlock it. "Maybe you should go in first and see if your mom is there." She says and I smile at her nervousness.
I grab her hand and pull her inside. "You will be fine; she's not going to kill you or anything."
We walk into the house and we hear yelling coming from the living room.
"STOP CHEATING, AIDEN!"
"I'm not cheating, you just suck."
"Yea well we see who sucks after I make this touchdown!"
I shake my head and walk further into the living with Ashley trailing behind me.
"Hey guys." I say as we walk into the living room. We only get a mumbled hey and hi in return because they are so into the game. I turn to leave when I hear Glen yell again.
"Oh hey Spence, how as your first practice?" Glen asks even though he is still playing his game.
"One of those little bitches decided to use her as a punching bag. I swear when I find out who it was she won't think twice about even looking at Spencer the wrong way." Ashley says with so much anger that the game is suddenly paused and all eyes are on her. "What?"
"And that is why I am not telling you who it was, I don't need you hurting anyone." I tell her even though I think it is cute that she is getting so worked up about it.
"I've never seen you so mad Ashley, it's kind of hot." Glen says with a smirk. Aiden hits him. "What?"
"Don't say that about my girlfriend, let's just play."
"I'm just telling the truth. Ashley is hot, don't you think Spence?" Glen asks me, and suddenly everyone turns to look at me. Why the hell did he have to put me on the spot like that?
"I think we should go put some cream on your bruise before it gets any worse." Ashley says before I could answer. I have no idea what I was going to say anyway. I mean anyone with eyes could see how hot Ashley is, but how would it sound coming from a supposedly straight girl?
"Yea you're right; it is starting to bother me again." The game is started again we turn to leave before I remember something. "Glen is mom and dad home?"
"No, Mom has the overnight shift tonight, and dad is working on some big case and I don't think he will be home tonight either." That's just awesome.
"Ok, Chelsea should be coming in about ten minutes, I'll be in my room just tell her to come up." I received a head nod in response. I turn to Ashley and smile at her "See you had nothing to worry about." She lets out a little laugh. "Alright let's go." I turn to the stairs and lead Ashley to my room. I have to admit that I am kind of nervous of what she will think of it. When we get to my door, I open it hesitantly. "So here we are."
She looked around my room and I was silently yet impatiently waiting for her to say something.
"It's cute, I like it." She says and takes a seat on my bed.
"Thanks." An awkward silence fills the room.
"So let me see that bruise so I can put the cream on it." She says suddenly.
I lift up my shirt revealing my abs and the bruise on my ribs is worse than what I thought. I look at Ashley to see when she is going to start, only to find her staring at my exposed stomach.
"So does the cream come out of your eyes or …" I trail and smirk; she blushes.
"N-no…I was j-just…" She stops. I guess she didn't have a reason as to why she was staring so hard. She reaches over into her bag, and grabs a white tube. "Lay back on the pillow." I follow her orders.
She squeezes some of the cream on to her hand and sets the tube down next to her. She reaches over and gently puts her hand on my bruise. I jump from the feeling that went through my body when her fingers touched me. She looked at me with a questioning look and takes her hands off of me.
"Sorry, it was um…cold?" I force out.
She laughs "Is that a question or is it cold?"
"Shut up! It is cold ok?" I hit her arm.
"If you say so Spencer." She leaned forward again to rub in the cream. "Ok I am going to rub it in now, try not to jump this time, ok?"
I roll my eyes, "Yea yea, just get on with it."
This time when her fingers touch me, I don't jump, well not my entire body. I know I should not be feeling this way because she is just a friend, but I can't help it. She has really soft and warm hands that feel so good on my body; slowly I relax into the bed and close my eyes. A moan escapes my lips I open my eyes and I blush instantly. She smiles at me, but continues.
"So Spencer, I saved you earlier, but that's only because I know that they don't know that you're gay," She pauses. What is she talking about? I can barely think clearly right now, I'm so lost in her touch. "But I want to know."
"Uh ok…what do you want to know?"
"Well…do you think I'm hot?" She asked simply while still rubbing in the cream.
I looked at her with my eyes bugged out of my head. I mean what do I say? If I tell her yes, will she think that I like her and avoid me? If I tell her no, she might get self-conscious around me and I like the way she is now. What the fuck am I supposed to say?
"I uh…" I swallow hard. There's no point in lying, right? "Of course I think you're hot, who wouldn't?" I laugh it off.
"Are you just saying that so I don't feel bad or do you really mean that?"
"I wouldn't lie to you Ashley." I tell her honestly.
She stops rubbing my bruise and looks at me with a smile. "Good." We stare at each other after she says this.
Her eyes are so intense and beautiful. Her eyes seem to express so much as well. Right now she's looking at me like she wants to tell me something, but something is stopping her. A strand of hair makes its way across her face and I sit up and reach over to push it back. I feel her get tense from my movement. As I move the strand behind her ear, we continue our staring match. She moves closer, or maybe I am just imagining it because I am staring so hard.
She has to feel at least a little bit of what I am feeling. I mean the flirting and touching can't be for nothing. So I decide to do something bold. I feel myself move closer to her and she doesn't move back, I'll take that as a good sign. She leans forward, and this time I'm not imagining it.
"Spence we really ne-" Ashley and I jump apart. I look over to see Chelsea in my door way. I let out a breath and pull my shirt down.
"Oh hey Chelsea, nice of you to knock." I say sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy." She says as she walks into my room and takes a seat at my desk.
"I'm going to go downstairs with the guys and let you two talk." Ashley mumbles and leaves.
Chelsea looks at me "What was that all about?"
I blush just thinking about our almost kiss. "Nothing she was just helping me with my bruise."
"What happened?"
"A girl at practice was a little too rough, no biggie."
"Who was it? I'll have her kissing your ass in no time." Chelsea said seriously. No one at school really messed with Chelsea because they knew what she was capable of.
"It's fine. I'm fine. And I don't want you fighting for me, I can do that myself." I tell her.
"Ok fine, I won't do anything just tell me who it was." She and I both know that she will do something once she finds out who it was.
"No, so what was it that you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh yea, I almost forgot what I came over here for." She sits back into the chair getting more comfortable. "So tell me Spence, who's LAbabe4u?"
Shit, I forgot that she saw my phone today. I guess since she already saw it, I have to tell her the truth.
"Ok well I guess I will start from the beginning." I started and she nodded. "So on the first day back to school, I was a curious about girls and I didn't know who to turn to. If I had known about you, then I would have come to you but I didn't. Anyways, when I got home I looked up gay chat rooms, just so I could talk to other girls and see if I was really gay." I paused to look at her and she was giving me her full attention so I continued. "I found one chat room and made a profile. I was in the chat room and I posted that I was gay curious. I received a few responses but none I was interested in until I was about to leave." I took a deep breath. "LAbabe4u IMed me and I liked her instantly. From that day we have been talking every day, and I really like her Chels." I smile just thinking of her.
"Are you sure it's a not some weird creepy old guy that preys on innocent little girls?" Chelsea asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm sure I would know if it was. She is too real and I think it would be hard for someone to make up a story like hers."
"What's her story? What is she like?" There she goes with those questions again.
"Well she is 18 and a brunette. She is the head cheerleader at her school. Oh get this, she is dating the star of the basketball team who is also gay. They are really good friends, so they just use each other as covers. She doesn't date girls. Her motto is usually fuck 'em and leave 'em. But despite that she is really funny and sweet. I really like her and she told me today that she felt the same way. I just wish I knew who she was so I could do something about the way I feel." I say so quickly that I don't know if Chelsea even heard anything I said.
Chelsea is staring at me with a shocked expression played on her face. Her mouth opened but nothing came out.
"So does that sound like a creepy old guy that preys on little innocent girls?" I say with a raised eyebrow.
"No not really, what's her name?"
I smile when I think of why I call her Gayle. "I uh I don't know. I call her Gayle and she calls me Oprah." Chelsea just gives me a questioning look. "I know it sounds silly, but it is really cute when you think about it."
"If you say so. Do you even know what she looks like? Do you have a picture?" She questions.
"She is a brunette and a little shorter than me. She has curly hair and brown eyes. And she is about the same size as me."
Chelsea seems lost in thought for a minute. "You know that sounds a lot like Ashley."
I never really thought about that. I guess that description could be used to describe Ashley.
"Ehh I guess." Then I remembered that I wanted to talk to Chelsea about something too. "Oh Chels I need to talk to you about the plan."
"Oh today was perfect! Ashley was really falling for it. The party is going to be awesome!" She said excitedly.
"Actually, I don't want to continue with it." I say looking down.
"What why not, you were making progress."
"I don't think I can do it anymore. I don't want to hurt Ashley." I sigh and lay back on my bed.
I feel Chelsea come sit next to me. "You really care about her don't you?" I only nod. "Ok then we can stop with the plan; I don't want you to get hurt by doing this." She runs her fingers through my hair.
"Thank you Chels, I'm glad you understand." We stay quiet for a while then I shoot up. "Oh shit! I need to go get Ashley. She is probably going crazy with those two." I get up from the bed and leave the room. I rush down the stairs and when I get to the living room, I see Glen sitting on the couch playing the game alone. "Where are Ashley and Aiden?"
"He took her home." He said not taking his eyes off of the television.
"What why?" I practically yell. I thought she was going to sit down here with them, not leave!
"She came out here a little after Chelsea went up, then she went back up after a few minutes. She was up there for a while, and then she ran down here telling Aiden to take her home because she didn't feel well."
I think about why she was up there for so long, did she hear what we were talking about? Oh my gosh, she must have heard about the plan I was talking about with Chelsea! Shit! Shit! Shit! I am screwed!