They had just bumped into each other to recap.

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   "What the hell?" Ashley jumped and her notebook fell to the floor.
   "I’m so sorry." Spencer jumped back, shaking her head out of embarassment. Ashley bent down to pick up her notebook. Spencer couldnt help but notice the tatoo on her lower back. ‘Damn, thats hott’
   "You like?" Ashley stood up and looked at Spencer. Spencer let out an embarassed giggle at the fact that she’d been caught.
   "Yeah, it’s hott."
   "Oh, really?" Ashley raised her eyebrows. She extended her hand. "I’m…"
   "Ashley Davies, I know."
   "How is that?"
   "Madison Duarte…"
   "The royal cheerbitch herself."
   "Tell me about it."
   "Aren’t you Spencer Carlin."
   "Yeah, the one and only."
   "Ok, why are you a cheerleader?"
   "What do you mean?" She gave Ashley a weird look.
   "Well one, you’re waaaaaay too nice. And two, you agreed with me about Madison and you havent gave me one insult. You are so not King High cheerbitch material!"

Spencer laughed. "I didnt know that a cheerleader had to be a bitch."
   "Here they do. It’s the social order. The monarchy of out teen years. The rules of highschool. You see, on top are the cheerleaders, then the basketball ball team, then other jocks, followed by goths, punks, geeks, band nerds, scence kids, skaters, and wanna-be’s"
   "And…where do you fit?"
   "After the wanna-be’s. I’m at the bottom of the food chain."
   "Why is that?" Spencer asked curiously.
   "Well one, I’m waay too complicated to fit into one category. And two, I’m gay. Which means I’m ‘evil’" Ashley gave with a laugh.
   "To me, you seem like you’d get along with anybody."
   "I would…if they didnt suck"
   "I know what you mean."

The bell rang signaling they were late.

   "Shit, we’re late."
Ashley shrugged. "Dont give a fuck. Planned on skipping half the day anyways. Wanna join? I mean we’ve only talked once but, you seem cool and seem like you dont suck. We can get to know each other." Ashley suggested and Spencer thought it over.
   "Yeah, sure. I dont wanna deal with everyone today anyways."
   "Awesome, lets go!"

They walked to the car in silence. Neither of them knowing what to say. They hopped in and Ashley turned on the radio.
   "OH, I love this song." It was Black Cat by Mayday Parade.
   "Really?" Ashley gave Spencer a questioning glance before returning her view to the road.
   "Yeah"
   "Hmm, you dont seem like the type."
   "Why not?"
   "You’re a cheerleader."
   "Well, trust me, you cannot judge me on that."
   "You never did tell me why you were a cheerleader."
Spencer sighed, "Well freshman year, when i moved here, I wanted to fit in. I figured cheerleading was the easiest way to go. I wasnt accepted back home in Ohio. I wanted a new start. And I’ve been pretending to be this," she motioned her hands over herself from head to toe, "ever since."
   "Oooh, so youre not a stuck up cheerbitch that judges people by rumors, how they dress, where they come from, and they views on the world?" Spencer playfully slapped Ashleys arm.
   "No, I’m not. In fact, I was one of those people who was judged on my beliefs and opinions back home."
   "Really? You seems like the kind of person every girls dreams to be friends with and every guy dreams to be with. Speaking of guys, arent you with Aiden?"
Spencer sighed, "Yeah, for nearly a year now."
   "Geez, dont seem too excited, Spence."
   "He’s a sweet guy and all, but…not exactly my type."
   "What is your type then?"
   "…girls."
   "NO WAY!" Ashley braked the car. She was in utter shock. Spencer’s body lurched forward.
   "Shit, Ash. I didnt meant to sock you that much." Spencer laughed.
   "Well..we’re here anyways."
   "The beach?"
   "Yeah, I always come here when I skip"
   "Awesome. Good tihng I wore my suit then."
   "Yeah, cause if not, you’d be swimming naked." Ashley winked and hopped outta the car.

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