"Ashley! Asssshhhhhley!!!" She thinks I cant hear her because Im sleep. The truth is I’ve been awake for hours. Since dawn, thats when I do my best thinking. " Ash your gonna be late for school" " I heard you the first million times Kyla," I yell back trying to mimic her volume, but failing due to my lack of committment. That would be my lovely  younger sister Kyla, she’s a freshman and just a little to eager and peppy for my liking. She bugs, but you just got to love her with her doey brown eyes or so she tells me. I on the other hand am a sarcastic, rebellious, and the ladies say charming, junior at Hell’s waiting room. King High School. I hate school. Why that establishment still exists is beyond me. The only reason I go is because of– ‘I’ve been askin myself this question over and over again, is love a game that no matter how hard I try I’ll never win, It’s like tryna write a love story and runnin outta ink in the pen’. My phone blares out her specific ringtone. Spencer."Hey Blondie," I answer the phone."Good morning Ashley." I can feel her smile through the phone. Good ol’ Spencer, always happy to converse with me. "What do you desire? You know, besides me" I love flirting with Spencer. Her Innocence entertains me." Ummm…a…a ride to school"Awwww my baby is so adorable…uh I mean my Spencer…I mean Spencer…yea… just Spencer. "Of course I could never deny you anything Spence." That wasn’t flirting. Just honesty. "Ok, see you in a bit Ash," she hangs up quickly. " She always does that when I flirt with her and I’m left talking to the dial tone," I say to the ceiling. I wonder why it scares her so much? I mean I flirt with everyone especially those close to me, i.e. her and my other best friend Aiden. I take a shower and get ready for school, which includes mentally preparing myself for eight hours of "blah blah blah". God I hate school so much. For some reason my personality and school rules have never meshed, then again my personal slogan is Fuck Authority, sooo that might explain alot of the detentions I’ve recieved in the past years. Driving through L.A. always intrigues me. I can’t imagine myself living anywhere but here.Its fast paced and no one cares, like me. Or how I want people to think I am. Hmmm the therapist my mother made me go to might be right, I might be emotionally detached and guarded. Oh well. Fuck it. I’m contemplating my mental health when I finally pull up to Spencer’s house. I pull out my cell phone to text her of my arrival, she answers that she’ll be right out. I’m not lazy I just preffer not to go into her house. Her mom hates me. Yea hates me, surprising right. I mean with all my charm you would think she would easily fall under my spell. No such luck. It’s the same old story, religious mother hates teenage daughter’s wild uninhibited lesbian best friend. Oh well, as long as Spence likes me I don’t give a rat’s ass what her mom thinks. Thats a lie. Here comes Goldilocks now. She shoots me a quick smile as she opens the car door and settles in the passenger seat. As I pull out of the driveway I can feel her eyes on me. Look all you want Spencey…woah where did that come from. I look down at my crouch…that’s where…sometimes I swear I’m as bad as a guy. " Ready for school today Ash?" She asks me her blue eyes piercing into the side of my skull, like she tryna read my mind. Good luck with that, I have problems understanding my  thoughts. "Spence you ask me that everyday, and everyday you get the same answer, hell to the no." She laughs her cute laugh and turns away from me to stare out the window. But with you Spence, I’m a little more prepared.