Ch. 9

                Spencer gaped at Ashley in shock. The older girl simply turned and put her head on her desk, ignoring her pesky friends. Eventually they left her alone and started gossiping about what they thought msut have happened between her and Spencer last night. Only as Spencer knew, whoever Ashley had slept with, it definitely was not her. Ashley’s friends would giggle and then turn to look at Spencer every once in a while. Spencer felt a burning sensation in her stomach. How could Ashley do this to her? Sure, they weren’t together, but how could she go off with some other girl right after they kissed? Didn’t it mean anything at all to her last night? Spencer fought back the tears that started welling up in her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks.

                After class, Spencer rushed out to Chelsea’s locker, choking on the sobs she held in her throat. Chelsea hugged Spencer as soon as she saw the blonde’s flushed, sniffling appearance. Spencer felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see that it was Ashley, the object of her affection and also the source of her pain. “Look, I’m sorry bout… this morning. But if you want to talk to me, come see me before practice today. Right now I’ve got a Physics final to make up.” Ashley said, sounding sincere. Spencer nodded weakly; her voice died in her throat and she was unable to respond. Ashley had taken care to hide as many of the hickies all over her neck as possible, but Spencer could still see traces of one poking out from Ashley’s scarf. Brown, confident eyes met timid blues as they looked straight at each other. Ashley cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence after a while. “So will I see you later on today then?” she asked.  Spencer nodded meekly, choking back a sob. “I’m sorry.” Ashley said softly, pulling Spencer in for a hug before the girl could protest. Spencer whimpered and buried her head in the crook of Ashley’s neck, wishing she could kiss away the dark hickies all over the brunette.  “I should get going now, Spence. I’m running late and Mr.Lopez is not going to let me off easy this time.” Ashley said, squeezing Spencer’s arm. “I’ll see you soon.” She said, winking at Spencer. Spencer sniffled and did her best to smile back at Ashley. “That’s my girl.” Ashley said, flashing her a grin. Spencer sighed and watched as Ashley went off to the end of the hall, noting that Ashley’s butt looked so tight and grope-able in those jeans… “WOW.” Chelsea said. “Huh?” Spencer said, snapping out of her split second fantasy about feeling Ashley up. “You’re whipped.” Chelsea pointed out. “What?! I am not!” Spencer protested. “Um, you are so whipped, Spencer. You let her off the hook and all she had to do was hold you and touch you a little and whisper in your ear.” “That’s not true! I’m not letting her off easy!” Spencer protested. “Yeah right.” Chelsea replied. “Just watch. Ashley is going to burn you like every other girl.” “Chels! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Spencer whined. “I am on your side, Spence…which is why I’m telling you, Ashley Davies is bad news. She breaks in girls and never sticks around very long.” “I think she’ll change.” Spencer insisted. Change for me. Spencer wished, watching as Ashley’s shrinking figure turned into a classroom.