Her breath was warm on the back of my neck and every hair on my body stood on end.

I turned around to meet those deep blue eyes that were so familiar and a smile that never failed to melt my heart.

Our lips met and I let a sigh escape. I loved these moments.

We fell back on my bed, my body hovering over hers and my lips work their way to her neck. I found the pulse point and bit gently, receiving a deep moan. This wasn't all her game. My leg found its way between hers, applying pressure and another moan escaped as I ran my fingers through that golden blonde hair. Her right hand drew circles on my back while the left one gently grasped the back of my neck.

Our eyes found each other again, our lips so close I could taste her sweet breath. Damn, did she always have to smell so good? Of course she did, she was my dream girl.

"Aaashley…" she whispered, in that sexy voice that drove me insane. How did she do that?

"Ashley, Ashley Davies!!!"

Oh shit, not the voice I wanted to hear.

I picked my head up off my soggy chemistry notes and came face to face with the last woman I wanted to see right now.

"Ashley, I'm so sorry that my class has disrupted your sleeping habits. Perhaps we could find some other time to learn this. Let's say, 3:00 detention?"

It was a question but there was no answer necessary. Ms. Greyson was the biggest bitch of a teacher I've ever had. Why couldn't just lay off?

", you know I have practice at 3:15! Can't we do it during lunch?"

"3:00, , I'll see you then."

Coach was going to kill me for being late and the team couldn't afford to have me suspended from the first game of the season.

I gave her the most hateful glare I could muster as she turned back to the board and continued to ramble on about Avocado's Law of something like that. I sketched man-up plays in my notebook for a few minutes but my thoughts wandered back to her.

Who was this mystery blonde I kept dreaming about? It's been months now and it seems like every time I closed my eyes she was there. The dreams were so…real. I could feel her in my arms, soft and warm. When she spoke my name I felt shock waves shoot down my spine and chills shook my body. It even felt like every time I thought about her I could inhale her sweet scent, like lilies and oranges.

Great, I was obsessed with a girl that didn't even exist. Way to go Davies.

The bell rang and I jumped out of my seat, taking long strides toward the door so I wouldn't have to be around any more than I had to. I'd have a whole hour with the hag later. This blows.

I ran toward the pool as quickly as I could. It was 4:12, almost an hour late. I had stripped off my T-shirt and basketball shorts and was tugging on my cap when coach yelled my name.

"Davies!" he called, without turning away from the pool, "you're late."

No shit, Sherlock!

"Yeah, Coach. I'm sorry. That bi…uh… gave me detention for – ", but he cut me off before I could finish my excuse.

"Davies, I don't want to hear it right now. Just get in the pool and we can talk about this after practice."

Did all of the adults in my life have to be PMSing today?

I finished tying on my cap and jumped in the pool with the rest of the Landen High Tigers water polo team. Today would be a good practice. I was pissed off and ready to kick some ass. Too bad for the rest of my team.

Ninety minutes, five goals, two exclusion fouls and a bloody nose (sorry Sarah but you were between one pissed off Ashley Davies and the goal; not the best place to be) later, practice was over and I was walking out to my car with my towel wrapped around my waist, water droplets dripping off my hair and down my back.

Coach caught up to me halfway to my car. Damn.

"Ashley, what's going on with you?" he asked. He looked sincerely concerned about his best player and I couldn't help but smile. It was nice to know someone cared, even if it was my surfer boy water polo coach.

"What do you mean coach? I was on fire in there! Were you even watching?"

"Ashley, you know what I mean. You've been late to the last four practices and you've been getting detentions left and right. Talk to me, Davies. What's going on?"

"It's nothing coach. Really. I just haven't been sleeping very well at night so I keep kinda…nodding off in class."

He winced at the last part. He was a history teacher, and a pretty strict one at that. I know he didn't appreciate hearing that I was falling asleep in my classes.

"Alright, Ashley. Try to get some more sleep from now on though. I can't have you missing half of practice every day. The team is starting to complain that I'm favoring you."

Bitches.

"So, you aren't suspending me from Monday night's game?" I gave him the biggest smile I could manage, lathering on the good old Ashley Davies charm.

"No, of course not. Olympic Heights would kill us without our best player." He managed a little smirk. He acted like I hard-ass around the other girls but I knew he was a big softy.

"Thanks, Coach! I'll see you tomorrow…at 9:00."

I closed myself off from the world in my car, staring at my bloodied knuckle. Oops.

I felt bad lying to my coach, really I did. But he would never be able to understand that I was actually getting plenty of sleep. That every chance I got, I would close my eyes and pray she was there. My dream girl.

"Davies, you're such a loser," I grumbled to myself as I spend off, blasting We The Kings through my speakers and trying not to notice the smell of lilies and oranges that was filling my nose.