***********AD’s POV

‘Oh my God, Ash. I love you so much’. These unspoken words that I so desperately wanted to hear echoed in my mind.

The tears began to form in my eyes as I watched her from across the quad; one of my tears spilled overboard.

“Ash, not again. It’s been four months. Can’t you get over her?”

I quickly wiped away my tears, “Ky, it’s not that easy. Would you be over Aiden in four months? I think not.” She just didn’t get it. You cannot get over someone you loved… or still love, in just a matter of months, or at least I can’t.

“But she hurt you. Why are you so stubborn?” Kyla rolled her eyes.

“She can hurt me a million times and I still won’t be over her. She’ll come back, Ky. She’ll come back to me.” I told her with seriousness in my voice.

“Do you honestly think that, Ashley?” She asked coldly.

I nodded, “Yes.” I replied shortly.

“Why do you believe that?” The tone of her voice softened.

‘I’ll always come back to you, Ash.’

“She told me that she would.” I stated.

Kyla groaned, “You’re so delusional. She’s not coming back. She’s moved on. So why can’t you?” Kyla’s words stung.

I knew they were the truth, but maybe if I just believed enough, maybe she would come back like she promised me. “I love her, Kyla.” I said softly.

My sister sighed, “I’m never gonna get through to you. But I tried. I’ll see you at lunch, big sis.” She patted my hand with hers; then she headed off to Calculus.

My eyes returned to the beautiful blonde who’d stolen my heart on the very first day we met.

“God Ashley, I cannot believe that we’re late for our first day!” Kyla freaked on me. We arrived at our new school thirty minutes late.

“Um, hello? I needed to look good for these lovely LA ladies. Plus, I didn’t wanna take every last one of the girl’s breath away. Chances are they’ve never seen a hot New Yorker before.” I shrugged casually.

Kyla rolled her eyes dramatically, “Whatever. Why are lesbians so cocky?”

I chuckled, “Heh. Lesbians. Cocky.” Kyla gave me the death glare, “Sorry, bad joke. Geez.” I raised my hands up in defeat.

Kyla just walked off without another word.

I scoffed, “Bitch.”

“I-I’m sorry. What did you call me?”

I turned my head and my eyes landed on this blonde-headed bombshell.

God, I love LA. Wait, the blonde was still pissed.

“Wha-? No! No, not you. My sister just ditched me.” I explained quickly.

The blue-eyed girl cracked a pearly white smile, “Chill girl. I saw it. I was just having a little fun.” She laughed the most infectious laugh I’d ever heard.

“Oh.” I blushed, which was highly unusual, I’m the one who makes them blush.

“So, does this ‘hot New Yorker’ have a name?” She smirked at me.

“A-Ashley Davies.” This girl has got me tongue tied! What the hell?

“Nice to meet you, Ashley Davies. Spencer Carlin.” She stuck out her hand.

I placed my hand in hers, “Nice to meet you too, Spencer.” I felt a tiny shock run through my body.

“Do you need a tour guide to help you around King? This school is pretty massive.” Spencer offered gently.

Hmm, if it means spending more time with this California Ten? Hell to the yes. “Ye-yeah definitely.”

And that’s the day that Spencer Carlin stole my heart. I know that it’s cheesy and corny, but I like cheesy and corny.

I grabbed my backpack and started off to my first class of senior year. Home-Economics.

When I entered the classroom I noticed that the teacher put up her seating chart. I found my name on the board and sat down at the two person desk that I was supposed to be seated at.

I set my backpack on top of the desk. I had my hood up and I put my iPod headphones in. I pushed play on my iPod and turned up the volume.

After about two songs of depressing music, I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder and my eyes made contact with those blue ones.

My finger hit pause on my iPod.

“Spencer.” I breathed.