SPENCER’S POV

 *Where are you Ashley?* I ask myself while trying to call you for the hundredth time tonight starting to get a little worried.  I didn’t know what I would say, or what I was going to do, but I needed to see you and talk.  I’ve thought of everywhere you might be, your house, the clearing, the school, except gray.  Which I just now thought, breaking into a sprint to the club.  I had forgotten about the party there we were supposed to go together, all three of us. 

 The night was hot, and the air thick with smog making it hard to run for a long distance.  I had to walk for a while.  I looked to my shoulder where I felt a sharp pain, seeing a scratch left by you that didn’t agree with the fabric of my tank.  Your tank.  Why’d I ever leave you? Not this morning, but eight months ago.  It was all going so great, you were perfect.  So patient and kind.  I felt so comfortable and safe with you.  I just don’t understand.

 That day started off at school.  You came to pick me up, early, and when we were a good distance from my house you’d grab my hand and just kiss it the whole way to school.  I was feeling good that day and kissed you before we got out of the car; you just smiled never pushing for more, satisfied with me.  Classes bored me but the anticipation of seeing you during lunch wouldn’t let anything bring me down. 

 “Hey baby,” you whispered in my ear when you got to our table, just for me to here. “So, how much did you miss me?” you asked jokingly being cocky, while no one else could see that under the table you laced your fingers with mine, which didn’t last due to an approaching Aiden.  As you pulled your hand away you gave me one of those smiles that I believed to only belong to me.  The whole lunch was filled with stolen glances, subtle hand grabbing, brushing of the shoulders, even a chaste kiss.  However immediately followed by some lesbian sing-song by Madison and the Cheer-Bitches.

When we got back to my house after school, my mother was actually home.  No need to say she wasn’t pleased that you were over, but who was she to me anymore?  I ran up to my room dragging you up with me despite the squawking of my mother.  Upon entering the room I slammed you against the door taking your lips in mine with more lust and want then I’ve ever felt before.  I could feel you smiling throughout the kiss and you (finally) pulled me so deep into you that I swear we were one body.  That is, until the door was being beaten on by my mother.  I locked the door and pulled you over to the bed our lips and tongues crashing together in coordination only we two knew.  We knew we’d only have a couple minutes before my mother came back with a knife to unlock the door(clam down).  I stripped your jacket off you and went to your neck biting and kissing while you struggled to say “As much as I love…. doing this to your mother… why not tomorrow we go…to …my house?” I loved it when you tried to talk during these times.