"Class," said Ms. Mosley. "This is Spencer Carlin and she just moved here all the way from Ohio. I expect you all to give her a warm LA welcome!"

To Ashley’s "surprise", no one gave a damn and all the kids in the back with her and Aiden were obviously loaded. But she didn’t care. She couldn’t take her eyes off of her. "Wow….," she whispered to herself. Aiden seemed to be pretty intrigued himself.

"Spencer, I want you to sit in the back right next to Miss. Davies.," Ms. Mosley said suddenly, bringing Ashley back to reality. "Mr. Dennison, do you mind getting up and moving to the front please?"

"Ummm, yeah sure.," Aiden replied, quickly giving Ashley a thumbs up.

"Wait! I need you…," Ashley whispered to him desperately. But it was too late, Spencer was already taking a seat right next to her. Ashley quickly raised her hand, surprised on how quickly her hand started sweating just by being in the same breathing space as the blond.

"Umm, Ms. Mosley? I don’t have to catch Spencer up with the rest of us, do I?," she asked, her eyes pleading for a no.

"Well, I haven’t thought of that but now that you mention it, that would be a smashing idea!," Ms. Mosley said with a smile.

"Wow. Way to go Davies…. and ugh…." Ashley thought. She hated it when the teacher tried to sound British. She sounded as convincing as Madonna. Ashley snickered. She was so funny……in her mind…….

"Hi, I’m Spencer.," Spencer said while holding out her hand. "What’s your name?"

"Uhhh…," was all Ashley could muster out of her mouth. Why was she so damn nervous?! She hadn’t even known of her existence for like five minutes…

"Uhh…okaaaay….," Spencer replied with a weird look on her face.

"Fuck! I blew it!" she thought. "She probably thinks I’m just a dumb girl with a really nice handbag…." She looked at her Marc Jacobs purse which cost like $1,500. "It is nice isn’t it?," she self centeredly thought to herself. "Ugh. Who are you kidding Davies? You don’t have a chance with this girl. She’s way too beautiful and confident….NO! What am I saying?! I’m Ashley Davies! I’ve banged more chicks than Hugh Hefner ever could! If only I wasn’t so afraid….," she thought while holding on to her heart. She didn’t wanna get hurt again. She just shyly looked down at her black Converse shoes and thought about how minutes seemed to feel like years while she sat next to the blond.

"Sooo…where are we?," Spencer asked pointing at her book, which caught Ashley by surprise and she nearly fell out of her chair. "Wow. Are you always this paranoid?," she asked with one raised eyebrow.

"Yes! I mean…no…," Ashley replied. She needed to stop spazzing out like that or she would think she was a freak forever. "Focus Davies!," she thought.

Ashley sighed. "Do you think we could start over? And this time, I’ll just answer your questions without agonizing over them internally and blurting out something asinine?," she asked her with her million dollar smile. Spencer giggled. Ashley thought she’d never heard a cuter laugh. "Sure.," she replied. The rest of the period seemed to go by smoothly. And a little too fast. The lunch bell suddenly rang. Aiden waited for Ashley outside the door to go eat out somewhere.

"Hey Ash! How’d it go?!," he asked excitedly before seeing Spencer come out with her. "Umm….hi…."

"Hi…," Spencer answered with a smile. "Who’s he Ashley?"

"Oh. That’s just Aiden. He mostly hangs out with the cheerbitches and the straps.," she replied seriously. Aiden just gave her a oh-nice-one sarcastic smile. They all laughed.

"So Ash, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to go get some lunch?"

"Umm, yeah sure…..but only if Spence comes along.," she said while flashing a smile at the blond. "She’ll be mine soon enough…," she thought.