I finally called Maggie, my PO. I told her I was sick; she didn’t believe me, but for some reason, Maggie had a soft spot for me. Heh. She was about 40, average hit, muscular, and had short, reddish blonde hair. In general, Maggie was cool for a PO… specially cuz I’d be in jail without her. Honestly, after my sophomore year, she became more like a sister or mother. I told her that I dropped out and begged her to let me find me anything new for community service. I don’t know how she did it, but I was off the hook. No more school time for me! I just had to do some less than fun cleaning up around where ever she told me.

“Who were you calling?” Spencer called from her bed as I walked out of her bathroom flipping my red and silver cell shut.

“No one important.” Her parents had gone to some show and wouldn’t be back until Wednesday, it was only Friday. She wanted me to come over. After my little epiphany, I left and we didn’t (once again) talk for a few days. When she called me, she was in a panic asking what was wrong, what she had done. I kind of had to make plans. Nothing was wrong, I just felt guilty for treating her like shit.

I climb onto the bed and sat in the middle of it. A baby blue blanket laid across Spencer’s midriff.

“Ashey?” I was picking at the bedspread, not really paying attention.

“Mmh?”

“What are we?” I looked up dismally into her gray eyes.

“D’know.” I turned over onto my stomach and propped myself on an arm.

“I want to be with you.” A small smile graced my lips.

“Spence, you’re only 15.”

“So?”

“I’m 18 ba-.” She smiled. “Spencer.” A warm arm reached towards mine, trying to pull me closer. My head reached her stomach before the girl gave up. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to kiss you.”

“Why?”

“We haven’t had a first kiss.” I shook my head.

“Yes we did and no we can’t.”

“I don’t count that time.” I gave her a wha? look. “That wasn’t you.”

“How do you know?” I asked mainly out of curiousilty. A little smile flashed through her eyes to her cherry pink lips. A hand caressed my face.