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    We're Going Down – (Chapter: I Can Make Your Bed Rock)

    “You stupid bitch!”

    This was the last thing she said before she lunged at me, arms flailing. I was on the ground before I knew what was going on. Somehow she had me pinned beneath her and I was helpless. I thought, ‘I’m going to die’.

    How did I get into this position you ask? Let’s go back to this morning.

    “Class, we have a new student. Her name is Ashley and she just moved here from New York.” Nobody was listening to the teacher. All eyes were on Ashley, or actually on her body. A perfectly toned body that wasn’t covered by much clothing at all, not that I was complaining. She was about my height with curly brown hair that had touches of auburn and gold in it, full lips and a face of angels.  But what got me were her eyes. Chocolate brown eyes that held fierceness I hadn’t seen in anyone. Those eyes intrigued me.

    “Ashley, there is an empty seat by Miss Carlin. Why don’t you sit there?” Could my luck be any better? I knew there was a reason I left this seat open all year. Now I get prime opportunity to explore this new girl before anyone else could.

    She sat down in the desk next to me and reached down to get a notebook out of her bag. I watched as she pulled out a notebook and pencil and paid no attention to the hot blonde, aka me, next to her. ‘Okay, maybe she’s really focused since it’s her first day’ I thought to myself. I’m not trying to be cocky but it’s not everyday someone ignores me. I guess I’ll try a different tactic.

    Spencer: “Hi, I’m Spencer.”

    I smiled at her and she gave me a small smile back. Okay not quite what I expected but it will work.

    Ashley: “I’m Ashley, but you already knew that.” She glanced at the teacher and I nodded.

    Spencer: “So what made you move from New York?”

    Ashley: “My mom.” I noticed she didn’t look very pleased at this topic so I thought it was time to switch to flirty Spencer mode.

    Spencer: “Well thank your mom for me.” I said and smiled. The smile was wiped away quickly though as she just nodded and turned back to the teacher. Did she just ignore a direct compliment from me? Who was this girl? And why do I care that she did?

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