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To Spashley With Love – (Chapter: Chapter Two)
Chelsea and I were by her locker while she was taking out her books for her next class. “King High is having its annual back-to-school dance and I’m in charge of the whole thing,” Chelsea stated. “Any help that I get is greatly appreciated.”
“Okay I get the hint,” I laughed. “I’ll help you in any way I can.”
“Thanks,” said Chelsea.
After school, Chelsea and I were putting up the decorations in the gym for the school dance. I was having a hard time putting up a banner. I had a phobia for heights. “Do you need any help?” Ashley asked appearing. Whoa, where did she come from?
“Yes, please,” I answered as the banner fell out of my hands. “Could you put up the banner for me?”
“Sure,” said Ashley. I got off the ladder and fell into Ashley’s arms. “I’ve got you.” I turned to face Ashley and there was a smile on Ashley’s face. She was so beautiful. I never felt this way about anyone before, which was scary.
“T-thanks,” I stammered.
“Your welcome,” stated Ashley. Ashley went on the ladder and put up the banner for me.
“Thank you,” I said. “You’re officially my hero.”
“No problem,” replied Ashley with a smile. I felt my stomach do a back-flip. I returned the smile.
Awhile later, Chelsea walked towards Ashley while I was getting an ice cream cone. Ashley had decided to stick around to help out with the dance. “Hey Davies,” Chelsea said.
“Hi, Lewis,” said Ashley. “What’s up?”
“She’s a nice girl,” Chelsea sighed. “A good girl, not some one-night stand you never bothered to call again.”
“I know,” began Ashley with a sigh. “She’s not some other conquest. The way I feel about her is the way I never felt for anybody else. Spencer’s different, okay?”
“I suggest you be careful,” Chelsea stated. “I don’t want Spencer to get hurt. If she gets hurt, I’ll hunt you down. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” responded Ashley. “So do you think that she likes me?”
“Yes, I think she does,” Chelsea said. I walked towards them with an ice cream cone I was licking.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Nothing,” answered Ashley and Chelsea in unison.
“Okay if you say so,” I chuckled.
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aww poor spency madison needs to get lit on fire and hosed down with gasoline
aww poor spency madison needs to get lit on fire and hosed down with gasoline