So sorry about the whole death with Clay thing so let me explain it. Spencer had a feeling she was gay all through high school but never really had someone prove it to her. Ashley and Spencer met the first week of summer after Ashley's junior year. Once Spencer met Ashley she knew for sure she was gay and her mom set her up on a date with Patrick. Spencer was going to keep her thoughts in but her being set up on a date with a boy irked her enough to tell Clay before he died. Clay being supportive then dying made her think it was her fault and she told her family about her sexuality to be rejected by her mother when she was looking for comfort about Clay's death. So it was still the beginning of summer that Clay died. So she met Ashley then her brother died two weeks later.

Spencer's high school confession is in this chapter so I hope it further explains things!

Any who.. I hope that clears things up.

Sorry for the confusion!

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Spencer's POV

It was Monday and I bought a salad from the cafeteria. I hadn't seen Ashley since I showed her my spot. She seemed to like it. The car ride was pleasantly quiet and she dropped me off. It felt good to get out again. I smiled to myself eating my Caesar salad.

"A health nut?" Ashley said coolly leaning in the door frame.

"No, I don't have the figure I used too in high school. So I just eat healthy." I said wipping the dressing off my lip.

"Spencer the last thing you have to worry about is your figure." Ashley said before taking a seat with students following her after. I tried my hardest not to blush watching Ashley's hips sway to the back seat. She sat next to Kyla.

The bell rang and I pretended to not pay attention to a couple late stranglers. I have to give them the benefit of the doubt.

I went over and shut the door and walked over to the chalk board.

"Okay, So I posted the talent show line up for those who tried out in this class." I smiled at them. "I know some may not be interested. I just wanted to share with you anyways. I will stop talking now and let you finish your fictional stories. They are due next class." I said sitting back down.

I felt someone staring at me and I looked up and saw Ashley smiling at me. I just looked back at her and unconsciously bit the corner of my bottom lip. Ashley smirked. I narrowed my eyes at her and looked to my laptop and recording the attendance and read through some of the teacher's emails. I responded to Mr. Nicks and cracked open my teaching plan out of the whole year. I started to jot down notes on the sheet switching some courses and units around.

I stopped writing when I felt the familiar gaze on me again. I looked up at Ashley who was staring at me again. Her honey eyes looked me over. I was so distracted by her I couldn't look away. I felt my palms turn sweaty and my body began to shiver at the thought of Ashley's soft hand in mine. Spencer stop it. Inappropriate thoughts. I found the strength to look at her and point back to her desk telling her to keep working. I still felt her gaze as I stood up and walked to the teachers closet. I sat inbetween my knees and took a deep breath. Holy shit this is not as easy as I thought it would be. I mean I knew I was attracted to her but seeing her just made it twenty times worse.

Ashley walks into the supply closet and sees me sitting on the floor.

"What's wrong Spence?" She asked me. I smile to myself at the nickname and look up at her.

I guess I didn't hear the bell ring.

"Nothing. I just dropped my… " My voice trailed off and I looked Ashley's toned legs up and down once becoming squirmish under her stare. She caught my glance and smiled at me wickedly.

"You dropped your what?" Ashley said bending her knees to kneel by me.

"I dropped my.." I grabbed my earring "the back piece and I found it! Aha! See all good." I finished standing up too fast banging my head on Ashley's. She grabbed her forehead as I fell back down. I grabbed the bookshelf for balance but it didn't seem to help me at all. I fell back down falling grabbing Ashley's shoulder making her fall on top of me.

We bumped heads again on the floor and she lay on top of me. I could feel her body's warm heat. I felt like putty underneath her but I couldn't let her see how she affected me. Ashley placed her hands on the side of my head on the floor trying to find balance but didn't causing her breast to fall into my face. I felt my hands reach up and hold her from her ribs from crashing on my throat. I tightened my grip as gravity to affect. I could smell Ashley. Her scent lingered in my face and it drove my heart crazy. I could feel each beat speeding up the longer she is on top of me. I slowly pulled Ashley's face down toward mine and she looked me in the face. Her body was pressed on mine. I watched her eyes gloss over. She licked her lips looking down at me. I could feel her breath hitch the moment her breasts had contact with mine.

I wrapped her closer to me feeling her lean into my touch. Ashley's hands traveled down to my face and she rocked herself into me. I felt my body become weak to her.

"Miss Carlin?" I heard a voice from my classroom ask. I looked up to see Ashley's focus break as she stood up from me. I stood up and brushed myself off before walking out of the closet.

"Yes?" I asked to be face to face with Chelsea Lewis.

"I was painting some of the sets and I realized I had a question.

"Is there not enough paint?" I aske concerned.

I heard Chelsea snort slightly.

"What?" I asked looking at down at my outfit.

"Nothing you're just too cute to be a teacher. I mean you're so sweet." Chelsea smiled at me.

I smiled back. Her sincerity made me think of Clay. Sweet Clay. I missed him. A lot. I could feel my mood change intently. Chelsea must of sensed it too.

"Well, I was curious if we had practice today or tomorrow." She said her tone turning more serious.

"Actually I was going to change tomorrow's to Wednesday." I said trying not to look at her. When Chelsea left Ashley walked out of the closet and gave me an apologic smile.

"That can't happen anymore alright?" I said looking at Ashley.

"Okay. No more." She said putting her hands up surrendering.

We just looked at her. Put my hair up in a bun and rubbed the back of my neck. Is she really not fighting me? I felt a sting of pain in my heart. I know I said it but a little fight would have been flattering.

"Spence.. Can I ask you a question?" Ashley said looking at me.

"I do believe that is a question." I said looking up at Ashley. She blushed slightly and took a deep breath.

"How'd you know you were into girls?" She said and I knocked over a book off my desk. She just got straight to the point.

"Well.. If its okay I ask you." She finished starting to turn away at my silence. I reached out to grab her hand and stop her. I felt the warm of her hand. I tried my hardest to let her go but when she leaves it hurts even more.

"I had a feeling in high school that I preferred the ladies but I never persued it. When I went to college I didn't feel as guilty about it. I didn't have a mother breathing down my back. I had a couple flings with some girls and dated one of my roommates. I knew for sure the first time I ever kissed a girl that it was true. Once I finally admitted it to myself then the hardest step was over." I admitted leaning on my desk.

"Spencer.. you were a player in college!" Ashley sounded flabbergasted as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Oh shut up." I said throwing a pen at her. Ashley ducked and the pen landed next to her. She picked it up and smiled wickedly.

"How'd you know ?" I asked Ashley just as curious.

"About two years ago I got wasted and ended up in a gay bar. I had gotten in a fight with Aiden and I was complaining about it to the bartender. Sooner or later she took me home. I knew it was her way of telling me she felt sorry for me. It was meant to comfort me but from the first time I touched her I knew why my relationships never worked out.. It's because I was dating the wrong team. I became a regular and around summer I saw Mandy and we had hooked up. Then we ended up finding out we work together. The night I meant you the gang wanted to go club hopping not knowing the one they were about to go into was a gay bar and I didn't want my cover blown already seeing Mandy go in so I left and meant you." Ashley smiled at the you part.

"So Aiden is your boyfriend?" I asked curiously.

"No. We broke up." Ashley said flatly.

"Oh." Was all I could form.

Ashley turned her head at me. She felt guilty for being such a lady whore. I could tell from the way she was looking at me. She was waiting for me to be okay with it or tell her it happens to the best of us.

"Ashley Davies is a player?" I said mocking Ashley.

"Oh shut up." Ashley mocked me throwing the pen back at me.

We both started to chuckle and I watched as Ashley tilted her head back exposing her bare neck. I don't know how much I could really take Ashley was beautiful and she was breaking my barriers without even trying.