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Ashley laughed. "Too late! You’re already a big softball jock, you’re practically a man already!"
Aiden sidled up to Kyla’s side. "What’s going on here? Kyla’s not a man! Besides, that would make me gay. And let me just say, thanks but no thanks."
Kyla immediately started rolling her eyes at her boyfriends antics. "Aid, why don’t we go find other people to annoy with your bonehead comments." Kyla said as she and Aiden started towards the school.
Ashley shook her head and sat down on the steps leading up to King High. Kyla. She was going to miss her. God, she was going to miss the whole Carlin clan! She was over there more than she was her own house. Mr. C was like a father to her. He made sure she ate right, got her schoolwork done, and he always had time to listen to her girl troubles. Plus he made those really amazing brownies she liked.
And then there was Spencer. Just like a little sister. She was absolutely adorable with her big eyes and blushes. Always scribbling away in that little journal of hers. She’d miss the way Spencer looked at her like she was the only thing in the world. She’d probably die of embarrassment if she knew that Ashley was aware of her little school girl crush. She’d get over it, find some nice kid more her age who’d treat her right. Some nice, normal kid who played chess and never treated her the wrong way, because if they did, she’d come over and kick their ass halfway down the block, and — Ashley caught herself. What was the matter with her? She obviously needed some sleep.
"Ash, you ready to go? Graduation’s in a few hours. Gotta get ready for the big day!" Kyla looked flushed, as well as Aiden. They were most likely making out in an empty classroom again. Ashley smiled.
"Yeah. Let’s go."
Graduation was over. Life was over. Spencer sniffled. She didn’t think she’d be able to make it through the rest of high school. What was the point of going on when life was so obviously cruel and horrid? She’d rather just curl up in bed and die!
The band started into another song. Kids poured around her, dancing and drinking and making-out like there was no tomorrow. Dad was pretty smart to head for the hills. Spencer thought to herself, wiping her nose on her sleeve. Knowing that his oldest daughter would want a big party at the end of her senior year, Arthur had relented.