ASHLEY’S POV

     God, why can’t I just get her out of my head?! I mean. I have everything A highschool gir could ever want, Im  head cheerleader, I’m dating the basketball star, every girl wants to be me, and every guy wants to be with me. So why am I obsessed with Spencer Carlin. Spencer, ah, it just rolls off the tounge doesn’t it? She’s so mysterious, everyone says she’s a slut because she’s a lesbian, but I know she a straightedge. That and her dad is rocker Arther Carlin. I watched this morning as she walked into the quad, and almost every girl stopped what they were doing to just stare at her. I don’t blame them for doing so either. She’s downright hot, beautiful, sexy, and all of the above. She’s also so un-fucking-touchable. She’s only had three girlfriends, due to the fact that she doesn’t do one-night-stands. You’re lucky if she talks to you, let alone gives you  a compliment. While in English, I saw her give some red-head a wink and arousal and jealousy hit me at the same time.

Now I’m  on my way to her house, and im so nervouse I think i’m going to pee my pants. I get ther, and as I expected…It’s huge. Im going to be within feet of Spencer Carlin. THE Spencer Carlin, I might faint. Breathe in. out. in. out. There we go. I ring the doorbell and wait for a few minutes. She opens the door and my breath catches in my throat. She wearing a tank top that show off her abs and her oh-so sexy tattoos, and some black basketball shorts.

"Come on in" It comes out as a gentle husky purr and it takes everything in me no to moan at the sound. I follow her inside. Her house is beautiful, must be nice to have a rockstar dad. It also seems very lonely. She speaks to me again.

"Look um…. my band is practicing right now. We only have one more song left. You can watch us, then we can go to my room and start the project. Okay?" I nod and follow her downstairs, my eyes focused on her ass the whole way.

When we reach the basement, her bandmates are sitting around talking about the song.