“What are you doing?” Ashley says on the other end when I answer my phone.

“Just got home,” I simply tell her. This is the first time we talked since this morning when she kissed me. She didn’t come to the one class we share together. After school I went straight to my car and to Jordan’s, so I didn’t get to see her before I left the parking lot. “What are you doing?” I ask her while sitting my book bag in my desk chair.

“Nothing… come over?” She asks.

“No.”

“Can I come over?” The girl just does not take no for an answer.

“No.” I answer sitting on my bed.

“Please…” She whines. I smile to myself, thinking about how cute she probably looks right now.

“Why do you want to see me so bad?”

“I just do…come over.” She says and hangs up.

Twenty minutes later I find myself walking up her drive way.

One of the things I loved about the times I’ve slept with Ashley, is that we never had to find a place to go. Ashley lives by herself. She moved out two weeks after her eighteenth birthday. Her parents don’t bother her as long as she goes to school and have dinner with them three nights out of the week. She said it was the perks of having rich parents.

“Come in!” Ashley yells after I knock on the door. I let myself in and take a seat in the living room.

“Hey,” I say when she comes around the corner grinning.

“Sup babe.” She says sitting down right next to me. I mean right next to me. Our tights are touching. “You smell good.” She says leaning over and kissing my cheek.

“You did not call me over here to have sex,” I laugh shoving her. “I am not a booty call.”

“I called. You came.” She smirks.

“Fuck you,” I say but then mentally slap myself after think about our situation and what I said. “You’re a jackass.” I say getting up from the couch.

“Spencer.” Ashley says getting up from the couch. “Spencer.” She says again putting her hand over my hand that’s on the front door knob. “Babe… I was just joking.”