I slowly open my eyes, groggily stretching. My yawn echos throughout the empty room, but Ashley doesn’t stir.

Ashley?

My memories of the night before slowly creep through my mind as I struggle to remember how I got here.

Guitar Hero, sleepover, make out

Oh yeah. Can’t forget that last one.

I chuckle softly to myself at the realization of how much of a horn dog I am.

Stealthily extracting my body from underneath Ashley as not to wake her, I creep into the loft looking for a clock. The digital on the stove reads 8:47.

Shit! School started seventeen minutes ago.

I run back over to the couch and begin to call her name.

“Ashley…Ashley, babe, wake up. It’s almost 8:50. We’re late.”

This girl is out cold! I get no response whatsoever from her.

“Ashley,” I start again, my voice still throaty.

“Mmm. Yeah Spencer,” she moans.

I freeze. Did she just moan my name?

“Oh yeah, baby, do it like that,” she giggles.

Deep breaths, Spencer. Slow, deep breaths. So what she’s practically having a wet dream about you? That’s no reason to hyperventilate. Just Breathe. You know, like that Faith Hill song? Alright. You’re okay.

When she begins to chant my name, I go to the last resort and shake her awake.

She grumbles and her eyes peek open.

“Hmm?”

“Wake up. We’re late.”

“What time is it?” she groans.

“8:50.”

“Crap!” She hops off the couch, still dazed, and stumbles to the bathroom to get ready.

I follow suit and head to the other bathroom.

Ashley grabs her purse and we fly out the door. Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly and her lips are turned down slightly.

“Maybe they won’t notice you weren’t there,” I offer.

“Maybe,” she replies.

I decide to turn the conversation to something a bti lighter.

“Did you have any good dreams last night?”

She blushes a light pink. “I don’t remember.”]

After about another twenty minutes, we end up in the King High parking lot.

“Hey, I have an idea. If you write me a pass, then it will look like we were both here. Just pretend like you forgot to punch in and we’ll be each other’s alibis.”