Chapter One

LIFE isn't so simple as right and wrong, it's like a mix of 'If I could go backs' and 'I didn't mean to'. I guess it's my fault I didn't see it coming, I mean I knew Chance was a gorgeous, heart-breaking prick but I love- LIKE! I LIKE HIM! Here's were I interject 'I didn't mean to'. I really, really, really, really, really, did not mean to fall in love with that womanizing jerk.

But here I am, and I'm in so deep I'm starting not even to mind.

"GET UP SPENCE," Ashton screamed from downstairs, "WE HAVE 30 MINUTES UNTIL WE'RE LATE YOU BUM!"

Spence sat up and shoved her hair back from her face, Dash was sprawled out next to her , taking a moment to study him she sighed. He was a especially good-looking guy, with short blonde hair he kept in a fohawk( that rivaled and beat Taylor lauterner's in sexiness and softness), he was one of the only guys at her school who was taller than her 5'10, he had the most beautiful hazel eyes on the freaking planet (they were dark chocolate around the pupils and the rest was a rich navy blue color) and not to mention his body, oh sweet Jesus.

Spence mentally slapped herself as she shook Dash awake, "Get up freak," She ordered. Then she took a shower, got dressed, and all that jazz.

When she came out he was gone, but she wasn't surprised, her and Dash just screwed. They didn't love each other (but they were good friends as weird as it was) and she knew he was in love with Ms. Prim and Proper Sophie, who despite her utter hate of Dash, had a thing for him that Spence wasn't blind too.

Spencer shrugged as she inspected her outfit in the mirror, if he wanted to end it, that was fine, But if Sophie admitted she liked Dash Spencer would drop him like an old habit.

A black, off-shoulder boat-neck sweater with faded ripped skinny jeans and brown-leather Betsy Johnson boots with the flaps on the side folded down to reveal leopard prints.

Spencer was barely down the last step when her little brother, Ashton, appeared out of no-where and began shoving her lunch (sub-way...yum!) , her book-bag, and her keys.

"Come on, Come on!"

Spencer let him shove her into the car and while she was backing out she turned to him and raised her eyebrows, "Your a dork."

Ashton scoffed and flipped his tawny blonde-brown hair before replying, "Keep your legs shut," With his normal easy-going grin.

They looked exactly alike, same hair color, same dimples, tan complexion, and turquoise-green eyes.

"At least someone wants to get between mine," Spencer shot back.

"I'm not a virgin," Ashton glared at her before smirking, "I've already had sex 10 times."

She considered calling him a freak for counting but instead she shot him a glare as the high-school came into view, "Your only 15, bro, you better be using a condom unless you want a little Ashton junior running around."

Ashton blushed and told her to shut-up as she put the car into park, but before he could escape Spencer shoved a small condom box at him, " Condomize then Womanize, Wrap your stump before you hump. Get it, Kid?"

Ashton shoved it in his book-bag while flicking his big sister off and then he took off.

Spencer smiled pleasantly and began her day being nice (which she rarely was).

(-)

"Spencer, your so funny!"

I took another bite of my foot long and gave Sophia a blank look, "I didn't even say anything."

Sophie blew her blonde fringe out of her eyes and puller her pony-tail once before leaning forward, "It's about Dash? Sort of..."

I set down my sub-way and raised my eyebrows, "Oh really now?"

"I like him," She blurted quietly, then she looked suspiciously around the loud court-yard.

"I know," Both of my eyebrows shoot up and I frown, "If that's all, I need to finish lunch."

"You Know?" Sophie cry's, her cerulean blue eyes wide.

People look over with drama-hungry gazes and I wave them away.

"Yeah," I said shrugging, "I was just waiting for you to say it official."

I pick up my phone and text Dash a short-and-sweet text: We're done, Bro. Peace (:

"There," I say biting into my sandwich, "We're not FWB anymore."

Speak it and it shall be, eh?

Fifth period rolled around and I didn't particularly look forward to it. Chance Houston is annoying. Sexy, but very, very obnoxious.

Like right now? I wanna stab myself in the ears with a pin so I won't have to hear his cheesy pick up lines.

"Is your last name Campbell? 'cause your looking mhmmmm-mhhmmm good."

"Really?" I say, finishing up my work-sheet, "That's the lamest one yet."

He shrugs and smirks, onyx eyes dancing as he leans forward, "I heard you and Dash aren't fucking anymore."

I look at him in mock-awe, "Oh my god your eloquence just blew my mind."

"I have something else you could blow," He replies while wagging his eyebrows.

"Are you inferring," I lean forward and give him a slow, seductive smile, "That you want to be my new Fuck buddy?"

He smirked and leaned back his eyes raking over my face with a heated expression in them, "If you think you could handle me in bed."

I laugh, "Is that a challenge, Houston?"

He jerks one-shoulder up non-nonchalantly, "You know my number if your woman enough to handle this."

He flicks what I know is very, very nice abs with a tantalizing v just before his pocket rocket.

"Hun," I say with a dazzling smirk, "I could handle ten of you."

"Let's test that theory," He said holding his hand out and standing up.

"Now?" I ask surprised.

Chance lips curl up into a daring smile, "Come on beautiful, scared?"

"Defintely Not," I reply with the same smile as I let him take my hand.

This could be good, amazing, or...bad?

AN: Think she's whore? Yes, Just a tiny bit (; I like her though. So Next Chapter will be up shortly (sex scene included?) review and read, maybe you'll find out !~