Ashley’s POV

I walked through the hall ways of King High, nothing out of the usual, students running from one point to another to get to class rooms or bathrooms. Me, not so much into the hustle and bustle of the academic life, not until she came into my life. Spencer Carlin, my one and only love. Before her I met up with girls all most every night, slept with them and bailed. Never the one to stay for the morning after, to much trouble. Than the blonde and now I dream about waking up and holding her in my arms, the night before looming in my mind as she snuggles closer to me for warmth. She was perfection, beautiful blonde hair that hung around her shoulders and her eyes, I melt every time she looks at me, the deep ocean blue eyes crashing in on me like waves in the ocean. It was only second period, so I had to wait till lunch before I could see her and taste her lips on mine. She all ways used the same strawberry lip gloss and I never got tired of it.

“Hey Ash wait up!” Turning I see Aiden jogging up to me, his back pack bouncing on his back.

“Hey,” I say only half excited, wish you were Spencer, listen to him…get your mind off your girlfriend.

“There’s a party tonight at John’s, you in?” He asked, not wanting to waste any time because he had class.

“I don’t know, I guess…” I reply not really wanting to go but if it would get him off my back.

“Cool,” He says a little too excitedly before running off to spread the word. My phone beeps so I flip it open as I resume my way to history class one of the most boring classes I have.

I miss u so much

I love when Spencer texts me during school, than I notice there’s an attachment with it. That’s unusual. Inside the class room kids are all ready pulling books and pencil’s out, waiting for the teacher show. Rolling my eyes I sit down and unlock the file attached to the message. My breath catches because on the screen is a picture, not some wholesome one, but a pic of under Spencer’s jeans. Some thing was definitely going on with my girlfriend, for the past two days she’s been teasing me. Sending me photos to my email or pulling me to the bathroom and getting me all hot and ready than pulling back and heading for class. We haven’t had sex in like a week and it was killing me. When I’m around Spencer I feel like a teenage boy, so even though it doesn’t look like it I’m tongue tied and all I can think of is throwing her against the wall and having my way with her.