Spencer’s P.O.V.

I wanted to stay mad at her. I wanted to get back at her for what she did to me. I wanted her to suffer with that ass Aiden. I wanted to see her get jealous when I was with Tyler around school.

But being that I’m totally in love with her (and I’m not a mean enough person to hold on to that act for that long) I gave in when she kissed me. All the hurt and anger left my mind as I felt her soft lips against mine. I was just getting into the kiss, grabbing Ashley’s perfect ass. Her hands started to unzip my jacket when-

*click*

That could not be good. We quickly separated and whipped around to face the photographer. Madison. Why wasn’t I surprised? She hated us, mostly because her disgusting perverted boyfriend Glen had always lusted after us.

“Well, well, well ladies…” she said, with a sneer on her face. “Gossip girl did seem to suspect something was going on between the two of you. This should give her some proof.” She laughed, as she waved her camera phone suggestively.

“Madison, don’t.” Ashley warned, smoothing down her skirt. “I swear if you do, I’ll ruin you.”

“Hmm…and how are you going to do that?” Madison asked. “If this gets out, you won’t be the most popular girl at school anymore. You wouldn’t be able to ruin me, because you would be the school lezzy. No one would care what you’d have to say. What a great way to be remembered?” she said sarcastically.

“Please Madison.” I begged, trying to be calm and reason with her. “Don’t send it. I’ll do anything please.”

“Hmm. Let me think for a second.” She said, pausing. “Aha, I’ve got it. You see, things with Glen aren’t going so well. He’s probably cheated on me like a thousand times with skanks from public school. Ew! I’m starting to realize what a pig he is-“

“Wow, you just realized that? You’re a dipshit!” Ashley exclaimed.

“Well, since I’m such a ‘dipshit’, maybe I’ll send these pictures to Gossip girl-“

“No! Sorry Madison. Continue.” I said, giving Ashley a “please shut the fuck up” look.

“As I was saying, Glen and I aren’t meant to be. And I’ve always had a crush on Aiden. So, if Ashley can break up with him, and get him to hook up with me by the end of the week, I won’t send these pictures to Gossip Girl. Do we have a deal?”

“Alright, fine.” I mumbled.

“Great! See ya around school ladies!” She said, exiting the bathroom.

The second the door was all the way shut, Ashley started frantically pacing the room, running her hands through her brown locks. “What am I going to do?” she kept mumbling to herself.

“Ash, I think it’s pretty simple.” I replied. “Break up with Aiden. You don’t love him anyway remember?”

“You’re right. I don’t. But that would mean social sucide!” she exclaimed.

“Look. You need to make up your mind for real.” I said, grabbing Ashley’s shoulders. “Either break up with Aiden and the pictures will not go on Gossip Girl and you will be with me, the person you said you loved 5 minutes ago. Or, don’t break up with him yet, get the pictures on Gossip Girl, and have a scandal to deal with. Call me when you’ve made up your mind.” I stated coldly, leaving her alone in the bathroom.