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    The Plan – (Chapter: What Do You Think Spencer?)

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    ~Spencer’s POV~

     

    Ashley is acting really weird today. When she gave me a lift to school this morning, which she does every Wednesday, she was really on the edge. I mean, she is always this calm and collected person and I did see her get nervous a few times before but those were just episodes – like they pass by after a few minutes. This morning was different thought, she was nervous the whole car ride. You see this is what happened…

     

    ~Flashback~

     

    “Hey Hey! Good morning!” I said as I got nearer Ashley’s Porsche.

     

    “Hey” Ashley said, taking off her sunglasses and opening the passenger’s side door for me. Ash is really a gentle person-opening doors for me or allowing me to cuddle into her or walking me to my next classes. No one mentions it because it interferes with her bad ass persona. She is just too cute when she wants to be the big girl when deep deep inside she is really a softy.

     

    When we both got settled in I started my monologue about how excited I am in going to school today and at the same time about how I dread school because I have a quiz. I was talking and talking when I notice that Ash was just half listening. She was answering at the right moments but I know that she was really distracted. I confirmed her distraction when the traffic light turned red and she did not make any adjustment on her car’s speed. So I did what I do best – calm her down.

     

    I touched the hand that was gripping the stirring wheel and called her name softly. After 2 seconds she snapped out of her funk and slammed the breaks. I guess I didn’t think that through because before I knew it was thrown to the dashboard and bounced back to my seat because of the seatbelt.

     

    “OUCH!” I think I have seatbelt marks on the whole front of my body. Killer seatbelts!

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