Spencer’s POV

It’s Saturday. Ash, Kyla and I are in the back of the car. My dad is driving us to DSS (Department of Social Services). Ash is squeezing my hand really hard. So much emotion is painted on her face, I can’t keep up with it. Her expression is blank but I see what’s really there. She’s putting up this facade for Kyla but whatever’s there is eating her alive.

Ashley’s thoughts Spence, what’s that scent you have on?

Spencer’s thoughts ‘Musk’, scented oil. I had it on at Homecomming. Why?

Cause it’s driving me crazy.

Maybe I’ll wear it more often.

Spencer, I can’t concentrate on anything when I want to jump your bones. At this I turn lobster red.

Ashley! Stop it! You’re making me blush.

And it’s hot. Stop it!

You made me do it.

Yea, that and some other things I won’t mention.

"Girls, we’re here." my dad says monotonely. We go in and sit in and ugly blue and green waiting room with the worst art imaginable on the walls. Ashley hasn’t let go of my hand since we got in the car. It’s starting to turn blue. I move it to her thigh, making small circles with my nails.

"Spencer please, there’s a time and a place. Now’s not it." Ash whispers through clenched teeth while Kyla taps on her armrests.

"Oh sorry babe. I didn’t mean to." I move my hand to my lap with the other one and Ashley fidgets. They call her name and she takes Kyla’s hand. We all go down the hall to a moldy smelling room. The social worker looks like Lily from Princess Diaries.

"Hi, I’m Max. Your new case worker." she shakes Ashley’s hand and we all have seats on assorted chairs and couches.

"So I read the custody papers and they say that Kyla is to go into her father, Walter Woods’, custody. And Ashley since we couldn’t find any blood relatives to take you we might have to move you into fos-" Max says getting cut off.

"NO! My dad can be her guardian! Please don’t take her from me." I shout jumping to my feet. I stand behind Ash’s chair protectively. Max looks at my dad, I look at Ashley and Kyla just stares gapingly at me.