Disclaimers: Despite the news broadcast that you missed because you were busy stuffing meatless taco's down your throat in Off The Border, the Psuedo-mexican restaurant that said that now own South of Nowhere, I do not own them. It was all lies. Spread by Frank. If I did own South Of Nowhere, Aiden would get over the girls and just be a very girly friend who secretly dresses drag.
I wasn't lying when I said that I heard about Ashley Davies. Honestly, I'm pretty sure that everyone in Kings High heard about Ashley, especially in the newspapers after her rock star father got himself killed in a car accident high on MDMA. It was horrible, and I remember Ashley being absent from Lit. Studies most of that year. We were sophmores, a year after I moved here.
Ashley was strange. I've noticed the little things she does, like in class, when she's bored, she twirls her pencil around her fingers really quick. And with those same fingers I've seen her play the guitar and piano when she performs at Gray's. And when she talks to Kyla, she acts like she's really bored or irritated, but she catches every word. And she only ever buys the salad in the cafeteria on the right side of the serving tray in the back. And I think I've definitely noticed the way that Ashley stares at me.
Aiden's noticed it, too. He's always bringing it up. Apparently the pair had a fling awhile back, and after he got her pregnant, he's been concerned that it was him that turned her gay. Or at least, he's convinced himself that she is. She's never openly outed herself, nor has she ever actually been with a girl as far as I knew. I mean, that kind of thing would get around, right?
Ashley gets around. Not just news-wise (which is plentiful; something is always going amiss with the Davies), but around. Aiden said that back in the day, and today, Ashley was always picking people up, whether they're male or female. He hasn't any proof, nor does any of those people even go to Kings. Personally, I'm pretty sure he's just jealous that Ashley keeps rejecting him. Even I would get jealous if Ashley kept rejecting me every time I asked her out. Especially if I really liked her.
"Spencer?"
I turned my head half-dazed at the latina sitting on the bleacher next to me. "Hmm? Did you say something, Madison?" I uncrossed my legs and smoothed the hem of my skirt casually.
"Mi Dios, girl, you need to wake up if you want to keep you place on the squad. Seriously, what is going on here?" She narrowed her eyes and parked herself in front of my place on the bleachers.
I gave her a small smile. "Aiden is taking me out to dinner tonight, and then we're going to Gray's. It'll be romantic." I felt my smile widen at the thought of my boyfriend actually taking the time out of his basketball schedule to plan out our special date night.
Madison snorted. "You realise the boy is a whore, and he's had to go two months without sex since he's started dating you? He's hoping to score." She sat on the bleacher next to me and looked out into the practising cheer squad out on the gym floor.
I gave her a mischievous grin. "I know. I've been doing it on purpose." She gave me a funny look, surprised that I was purposely being a tease.
"Why the hell have you been doing that? That's cruel, Carlin." She glared at me, obviously irritated that I was toying with her ex. She and Aiden went out before Ashley dated Aiden, and had a friends with benefits deal after the breakut. Aiden got sick of it after Madison started to talk about his up and coming basketball career and started to talk about marriage and money. Madison liked him for more then his talent, but she has an image to uphold, and there was no way anyone but me was ever going to find out.
"He's been talking about Ashley a lot. He thinks she still like him, and I wanted him to act like he's actually trying for me." I explained, turning so I was facing her and tucking a leg under me. Madison leaned back against the wall behind us, shaking her head.
"I can see why he thinks that." She picked up a wrapper off the seat next to her and messed with it, folding it and unfolding with a loud crackle. "She's been staring at your guys a lot with that look." She demonstrated with her own face, giving me an intense stare.
I laughed at her, turning back to watch the girls. Madison gave me an indignant snort. "It was a good face, chica, and your just jealous."I nodded enthusiastically.
"Isn't that weird though, cause she gives you guys that look even when..."
I quickly cut her off with a panicked slap to the knee. "Madison, Kyla fell!" I jumped down the bleachers, quickly hopping from bench to bench while Madison sat frozen in her spot.
Kyla laid on the floor, curled up and grabbing her knee. All the other girls circled around the girl, whispering and glancing nervously at me and Madison. Kyla sobbed lightly, cheeks wet with tears. "What happened?" I asked, looking up at Alison, a brunette who recently joined the squad. She wrung her hands nervously, hands shaking and biting her lip.
She went to shrug and looked at Cassie and Katie, who looked down at the floor. Kaitie was first to speak. "Um, well we were practising the flying routine, and she kinda... slipped, I guess?" Alison nodded quickly and backed up a bit so she was in line with the other girls.
I shook my head at them and dropped down to Kyla. I looked around, hoping that maybe a teacher was actually present for once. Seeing none, I looked down at Kyla. "Where's your phone? We need to tell Ashley you got hurt."
Kyla grimaced as she tried to sit up, accidentally jarring her right knee with her elbow. She doubled over with a quick inhale, clutching her her injured appendage. "Don't bother, I left it at home. It's charging." She said breathlessly, trying to stand, but nearly passed out with pain when her knee straightened.
Madison walked up next to me and handed me my cell that I left on the bleacher. I nodded in thanks and turned to Kyla. "Here, I have mine. What's her cell number?" I asked, pulling up a new contacts entry. Silently, I congratulated myself for slyly getting Ashley's cell number. I was surprised that it felt like such an accomplishment. After all, I hardly know the girl, and... her sister is writhing on the floor in pain. Definitely inappropriate.
She closed her eyes for a second and breathed in, trying again to stand. "No, it's fine. Really, we shouldn't bother her right..." She stopped when Madison stood over her, eyes narrowed in a perfect threatening glare and Kyla gulped. "656-794" she stuttered.
I typed out a quick message to Ashley and turned to Madison. "We need to get her to the nurse. Help me pick her up." I leaned down and put one of Kyla's arms around my shoulder.
Madison gave me a disgusted look at the slightly sweaty girl. "Ni hablar, Spencer. No way am I touching mini-freak, here." She turned away and started to walk back to the locker rooms. Her hair bounced as she strutted back to the locker rooms, chin up. In an effort to make a quick exit before I could stop her, she stumbled over a folded up crash mat. I snickered, and she turned around, eyes flashing. She gave me a "tell anyone and die" look, and stepped over the mats, muttering in Spanish under her breath.
I gave an exasperated look at the squad and Katie jumped in, blonde hair blurring as she practically threw herself at us. She put Kyla's arm over her own shoulder and we slowly lifted Kyla up so she stood on her good leg. She hissed when Katie accidentally tapped the bad one with her leg, and nearly collapsed. I shot Katie a glare and we slowly walked out of the gym towards the nurse's office.
Footsteps down the hall made me raise my eyes from their place on the floor directly in front of us as a very worried Ashley came running towards us. Her curly brown hair was flying free from the knot she had at the back of her head, and her dark vest was starting to migrate to the side, exposing a bit of skin on her chest. She breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath, chest heaving. I watched it rise a fall briefly before dragging them to her face.
"Kaitie and Cassie dropped her doing a routine." I explained nodding my head towards Katie, who bowed her head, face red.
Ashley growled lowly, walking over to Kaitie. She pulled Kyla's arm off of Katie's and draped it around her own. "Beat it, airhead, before I drop you." She hissed at the slight blonde. Katie's brown eyes widened with shock and turned around quickly, speed-walking back to the gym.
"She is so not a natural blonde." she stated bluntly, starting to move forward, pulling me and Kyla with her. Kyla yelped as her leg gave out, and Ashley stopped. "Sorry, but she is," She insisted, noticing the face I was making.
"What makes you say that?" I asked, curious.
Ashley chuckled. "Her roots are starting to show. She's a brunette." She looked down and noticed her of-kilter vest and fixed it with a hand. "Hmm, wonder how long that was like that..." she muttered.
"Since you showed up." I replied, watching her adjust herself. She paused, turning to look at me.
"Were you looking, Spence?" she smirked, giving a final tug at it. I felt my cheek flush slightly and went back to staring ahead of us.
Between us, Kyla cleared her throat. "Uh, girl in pain here, can we start moving?" she asked forcefully. Ashley looked around like she was surprised we were still standing outside the gym and started to walk again.
"Sorry, Ky."
"It's okay, Ash. Just get me to the nurse."
Ashley grinned and we started to move forward again. We were silent for the long walk to the nurse, delayed because of Kyla's knee. When we finally arrived at the nurse, she wasn't there, but soon after she arrived and took one look at Kyla's swollen knee before ushering her into a small room with a bed and a pack of ice.
"Looks like Kyla's in good hands for awhile." I said, looking at Ashley, who looked like she was in deep thought.
"Did we have Chemistry homework?" she asked in a casual voice. I rolled my eyes.
"It doesn't surprise me that you wouldn't know, considering how you left halfway through." I walked out of the nurses office and into the hallway, heading back to the gym.
Ashley followed, replying with a "I got distracted."
I let slip a laugh, and she looked at me funny. "Are you still using that excuse? You used to tell that to Mrs. Florence back in Lit. Studies when you would be gone for the majority of class on a "Bathroom Run."
Ashley stared at me wide-eyed. "You still remember that?" she asked in disbelief.
I shrugged, "Well, yeah. It was funny. She eventually made you a special pass so that the other students could use the 'Lavatory'." I chuckled.
I stopped in front of the gym and looked back at Ashley, who was staring at me with a fierce gaze, not intimidating. Intense, like the one that she a had given me earlier before Chemistry. Like she was looking for something. She shook herself slightly, like it was a chill, and looked back at me.
"I need to get back to class before the teacher actually calls the monitors." She scratched her nose and smiled at me. "And I need to go Spencer-proof my locker. Can't have you loitering on my property." She poked my side and I squeaked.
"Hey! That's public property! Any one can loiter there if they want!" I squealed, dodging another poke.
"Your side is public property?" She teased, backing off with a smile.
"My locker, freak! Not me." I giggled, opening the gym door. "And you can't Spencer-proof your locker. I'll still stand there in your way."
She raised a brow. "Oh, Carlin. You are so on." She turned on her heel and strode down the hall, turning the corner without looking back. I walked into the gym and spotted an angry looking Madison. Oh boy.
A/N: Wow, if you read my profile, you'll see that I said that I only post Wednesdays, and that was due to the fact that I'm a one woman team. And I have my Lovely who is willing to Beta me for a while. Well, It's Saturday, and I suffer from I-N-S-O-M-N-I-A, I can't sleep. (for all those who know that song, I freaking love you). But anyway, Symphonites, I have delivered to you another instalment of "Possibilities", something that I had to stop watching the original Swedish Girl With The Dragon Tattoo to write because my brain couldn't focus unless I did. Just keep reading and reviewing and maybe I'll be prompted to have another brain blast before Wednesday.