But she was too late; Aiden had grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Which room?” he asked smoothly.

“301.” Spencer answered as she covered her mouth trying to hide her smiling laughter.

“PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!” Ashley screamed as she beat Aiden on the back with her fists.

Spencer snorted as she looked at the brunette struggling. If someone asked, she could say that it was one of the most hilarious things she had ever seen.

They began to walk to class, with Ashley still over Aiden’s shoulder screaming her head off. They acted as nothing was awry when onlookers would stop and stare.

“YOU ARE SO LUCKY I AM WEARING JEANS TODAY, DENNISON!” she continued to scream, “YOU ARE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!!!”

Spencer continued to snicker.

“DON’T YOU DARE LAUGH!”

As they came to room 301, Aiden walked right into class with Ashley still on his shoulder, kicking. Spencer walked in close after him and the teacher, Mr. Hamilton, shot her a look as if to say ‘What.The.Hell.’

Spencer merely smiled sweetly and answered, “Mornin’ Mr. H. Picked up a stray.” and she sauntered to her seat.

Aiden walked over to the desk next to Spencer, which was the brunette’s, and dropped Ashley into the chair. She was breathing heavily, all the blood had run to her face, and her hair was tousled.. The other students were stifling giggles, but quickly stopped when Ashley shot a death glare around the room.

“You suck.” Ashley snapped at the blonde.

Spencer simply smiled in reply.

The late bell rung, and Mr. Hamilton started the class, “Okay, class has began.” He was never much for proper grammar. “Shut up and pay attention.”

Ashley huffed, and she fidgeted in her desk. She really didn’t want to be here. She decided to assume the position and roll with it. She slumped down in her desk. Alarming posture…Half-lidded, cynical eyes…Slack-jawed look of boredom…Okay! I’m ready. “Teach me. I dare you.” Ashley muttered under her breath.

Spencer looked at her, briefly, and rolled her eyes. “The ‘I Dare You to Teach Me’ position. I bet Mr. H is shaking in is loafers.” she whispered.

Ashley shot her a glare, “Shut up. I’m not talking to you, right now.”