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    To Spashley With Love – (Chapter: Chapter Seven)

    Ashley headed to class when Amanda dragged me to an empty classroom. I guess she had overheard the conversation between Ashley and me. “How much do you want?” Amanda asked with a sigh.

    “What?” I asked confused.

    “Money, stupid,” answered Amanda. I want you to leave my Ashley alone.

    “I don’t want any money,” I stated.

    “Do you want a makeover?” asked Amanda. I hate to admit it, but you do have some potential. There are plenty of girls in LA to hook up with.

    “I’m not taking any of your bribes, Amanda,” I answered. I know there are other girls, but Ashley’s the one I want to be with.

    “You have a funny way of showing it,” scoffed Amanda. I don’t understand what she sees in you, you’re nothing special. There’s a long line of girls waiting for her. Amanda walked away.

    I sat on a desk and sighed. Ashley had a line of girls waiting for her? I have to make sure that Ashley doesn’t get bored with me. Chelsea walked into the empty classroom.

    “Hey Spencer,” Chelsea said. Are you okay?

    “Yeah, I will be,” I answered. Could you do me a favor? I need a makeover.

    “Is this about Ashley?” asked Chelsea.

    “Yes,” I answered.

    Later on, I saw Ashley by her locker. Chelsea curled my naturally straight hair. I wore clear contact lenses from some free trial I had gotten from the eye doctor. I wore a halter top and a skirt. I tapped on Ashley’s shoulder and she saw me.

    “So do you like the new look?” I asked rather nervously.

    “Yeah, but… the thing is you look just like the girls I hooked up with,” sighed Ashley.

    “Oh,” I said.

    “I like you just the way you are,” replied Ashley. Don’t change for other people let alone me.

    “I know you like the new and improved me,” I stated. It was written all over your face.

    “What’s this all about?” asked Ashley as she cupped my cheek. This is something…

    “I…I just wanted to look good for you,” I stammered.

    “You always look good,” stated Ashley. Now could you please go back to being the Spencer Carlin I know and love?

    Did Ashley just say love? She actually loves me, Spencer Carlin? “Love?” I asked with curiosity.

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