“She’s not in there,” Madison declared after searching the bathroom with Chelsea and Ashley.

”Now what?” Clay threw his hands up hopelessly.

“I shouldn’t have let her go by her self,” Ashley breathed out.

“Look why don’t we split up,” Chelsea offered.

“Okay yeah, sounds good. I’ll go back the way we came maybe we missed her.” Ashley started backing away. The group split up to search for the girl.

Ashley probed the hallways, every head of blond hair was potentially Spencer, and every time is wasn’t her heart dropped another few inches toward her stomach. Where could she be? Is she hurting or scared? What if some how someone left the access door open to the roof and now she’s up there going to jump? “Damn it Spence where are you?” she said out loud.

Music flowed into the hallway; she made a beeline toward the sound. Relief washed over her body, there was Spencer sitting in a swivel chair with a smooth cherry word acoustic guitar in her lap. Mr. Mantinez sitting in a chair behind her, his legs on either side of her and Spencer’s back was pushed tightly to his chest, his hands reached around cupping hers, guiding her fingers over the strings.

She leaned in the door way, crossing her arms, staring at the scene. Spencer had her eyes closed, a peaceful concentration look upon her face and a sly half smile placed gentle on her lips. It was the first time Ashley had seen her girlfriend content in the past few months. Mr. Mantinez stood up, “Okay Spencer now you try…do exactly what I just showed you.” She nodded and closed her eyes again, concentrating on moving her fingers.

Again sensing a presence he glanced over and saw the brunette, he nodded toward her and she smiled before turning around and leaving. Knowing this was Spencer’s next class and that the teacher had things handled, Ashley made her way back to the quad and explained to everyone else that she found Spencer but kept the little part of her playing guitar to her self.

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The bell rang signally the end of lunch, “Time for class Spencer,” Mr. Mantinez smiled taking his guitar back from her, “You sure you’ve never played before?”