For the first time as far back as she could remember, Spencer found herself wanting to actually get to know a girl, and not just for the sex. This is new, Spencer mused.

Ashley looked up slightly from her note taking and caught Spencer’s eye. She gave Spencer a small smile, then lifted up her notebook and showed Spencer a sketch. It was a caricature of Mr Garrett, man-boobs grossly exaggerated. Spencer stifled her snort.

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“You’re blowing me off?” Sara wailed. “But we always go to Starbucks after school on Mondays!”

Spencer shook her head. “Sara, Ashley Davies just invited me over to her place. How can I say no?”

Sara squinted at her. “I knew it! I knew you would trade me in one day!” she cried in mock-dismay. “What’s up with you and Ashley Davies anyway?”

Spencer shrugged, her heart thumping. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Just, do you remember this morning when we were sitting on the quad when she got here? And she looked at you and there was this whole awkward moment.”

“Um,” Spencer hesitated. How much could she tell her best friend without coming off as an asshole? Spencer sighed, and decided to come clean. “…and so we’ve decided to just start all over again,” she finished.

Sara stared blankly at her. “Jesus, Spence. You can be a real asshole sometimes. You tried to sleep with her even after she told you she wasn’t available?”

“I know, I know! I was desperate, okay?”

“New low, Spence,” Sara said. “So why are you heading off to her place anyway?”

Spencer shrugged again. “She’s new in town, and she asked if I could accompany her. And I kind of really want to.”

“You’re not going to try to hit on her again, are you?” Sara asked.

Now Spencer sighed. “No, I’m not.” Even though I really want to.

Sara nodded, apparently satisfied. “Fine. But you’re gonna have to drop me off at Starbucks first. I really need my caffeine intake. I forgot how grueling school can be!”

Spencer nodded as she unlocked her car’s doors. Ashley’s Lamborghini was still parked in the next bay. “How are you getting to her place anyway?” Sara asked, slipping into the passenger’s seat.

“Oh, Ashley’s picking me up from mine,” Spencer said. “You know, parking next to her car is not going to do any good for my car’s self-esteem.”

Both girls looked at the Italian beast of a car, shining proudly under the bright Californian sun and simultaneously burst out laughing.