“No way,” he mumbles furiously before charging to get her. His eyees are full of anger; angry enough to hit another person.

No way is he hurting my Ashley.

Ashley is clearly amused, not even slightly alarmed by his anger, and starts to taunt him by running backwards. I bolt after them and finally trip him. As he goes down wildly, his arm hits my leg, causing me to stumble and fall into Ashley at the end zone.

She lands on top of me and her knee “accidentally” falls in between my legs, hitting my core. I moan, still somewhat turned on by last night’s events. With our lips only mere inches apart, coupled with the fact that I’m in a slight sex haze, I can’t control myself and give her a small kiss.

After our lips part, she stands horrified, but quickly turns away from me. I stand up, too, confused.

“What. What?” I demand, trying to catch up with her.

“I thought I was clear when I said no PDA in public, especially at school,” she whispers angrily under her breath, not bothering to turn to me.

Finally, I catch up with her and grab her arm. “Relax! Nobody saw.”

She jerks her arm away from my grip. “Yeah, but somebody could have seen. I actually like my job, okay?”

“Well I’m sorry but you’re too damn sexy and I’m extremely horny. And the second part is your fault anyway!”

I see her try to hide a laugh and I inwardly take a sigh of relief.

When we arrive at the other side of the field, Ashley announces that it is time to go in.

“What was that over there when you and Ms. Davies were talking?”

“Just discussing game plans.”

“Well that’s not all I saw.” She pulls me to the side and quietly says,” Spencer, you kissed her.”

I freeze. “No. What are you talking about?”

“I knew it!” she exclaims. “Are you going out with her? Is that why you’ve been putting me on the backburner these past few weeks?”

“She’s going to kill me,” I groan into my hand. “Look, you can’t tell anybody. Not your friends or your mom… especially not parents. She could get in major trouble for this,” I explain.

“I know. And you know that you can trust me, Spencer, through thick and thin.”

I give her a hug before apologizing.

“Sorry for blowing you off.”

“Don’t worry about it. I knew something big was up, though, when you started getting soft and being nice to nerds and everything,” she explains.

“I am not soft!” I exclaim.

“Think what you want, but you’re softer than a baby’s bottom.”

“Correction. I’m smoother than one,” I say, popping my collar.

“All I’m saying is that you don’t run the school with an iron fist like you used to.”

“Iron fists? Isn’t that a bit harsh? I mean, soft play dough fingers that scold are just as effective…” I trail off.

“See?”

“What. What?” I demand.

Madison just continues walking and smirking.

Soft? I’ll show ‘em soft. They’ll regret the day…

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