"Oh." Is all I say before I catch Madison smirking at Spencer then turn around to start sucking face again.

     "Don’t let her get to you Spence, she’s just being her bitch self." I tell her and she smiles faintly.

     "I know, I just can’t believe I was so blind and actually hung around them." She tells me and I shug my shoulders because really I didn’t know why either. The bell for 4th period rings and we get up from our seats.

     "Time for history." Spencer smiles, I groan.

     "Uhg, don’t remind me." I say as we reach her locker so she can get her books. Standng there I feel someone bump into my shoulder forcefully causing me to nudge into Spencer.

     "Know how to walk Ash?" She chuckles not knowing I got shoved. I look past Spence to see none other then the bitch her self standing there.

     "Yeah I do, but that whore, just shoved me." I say walking past Spencer to get to Madison.

     "What did you call me?!" She snaps back at me.

     "Oh you know just callin’ you by your nicname, whore." I say while clinching my fist that are egar to taste Madison’s pretty little face. Spencer must have noticed because she took my arm and backed me away from my death glare.

     "Stop Ash, lets just go to class." She says calmly.

     "Oh look, it’s King High’s newest lesbian!" Madison chimed while clapping her hands together. "Its a good thing you let Aiden go for me, because we all know I can give him something you can’t." She says folding her arms. I laugh at the amusment.

     "Yeah we know what you can give him, herpes, AIDS, an STD maybe, man the list goes on!" I exclaim. She unfolds her arms and looks me up and down.

     "Whatever Ashley, you’re a bitch!" She says before storming off.

     "And you’re a whore!" I yell back at her. I turn to look at Spencer and sigh.

     "God I hate her." She takes my arms and we continue to walk to class.

     "I know, me too."

     We enter class and take our seats. The teacher immediately starts boring us on World War 2. For crying out loud I really don’t care when it started, how it started, or why it started. The only way it would matter to me is if my life depended on it, and frankly it doesn’t. While the teacher continues to talk I grab my cell and worry about better things like Spencer. I’ve been wanting to take her out for a while now, and since we’ve been getting closer I think I’ll ask her out tonight.