“Yes I know, you and I are over Spencer,” Ashley hissed.

Spencer frowned but kept trying nonetheless. “No … I …want.”

“To be apart,” the Martian finished. “I get it Spencer you do not have to rub it in.” She whispered as she began to walk away.

The blonde grabbed hold of Ashley’s arm and spun her around. “No, listen to me Ashley,” she said loudly. “That is not what I was saying. What I was trying to say was,” suddenly a funny feeling came over Spencer.

“You were trying to say what,” the Martian asked impatiently.

“I hate your guts,” Spencer growled. “I wish you would just go home and stay the fuck away from me you freak!”

“Fine,” Ashley yelled in tears yanking her arm away. “I will be gone and away from you forever by Friday. You will never see me again Spencer Carlin,” she cried before jogging lightly away.

The blonde shook her head dazed. “Wait,” she yelled after the brunette. “Ashley I didn’t mean that!” Spencer looked around lost. “What the fuck just happened to me,” she gasped frightened.

“Ashley,” she called once again catching up with the Martian. “That wasn’t me that just said that Ashley you’ve got to believe me!”

“Sure Spencer, how dumb do you think I am,” Ashley whimpered.

“Well,” Spencer smirked. “I do think you’re pretty fucking dumb!”

“Just get away from me,” the Martian shouted taking off in her not-quite-so- humanly-possible fast run down the street.

“No, wait, Ashley,” Spencer yelled to no avail. She covered her face with her hands and let out a frustrated sigh. “What the fuck is going on,” she yelled.

Suddenly the blonde was clunked in the back of the head by an object. She turned around and was hit smack in the face by a … purse?

“What the hell,” she yelled covering her sore nose.

“Watch your language young lady,” an old lady chastised smacking the blonde once more on the arm with her purse. “You used to be such a pleasant child.”

“You didn’t have to hit me you … randomly written in old lady,” Spencer groaned with a frown.

“Well, you deserved it,” the elderly woman said with a satisfied smile as she shuffled back down the street and into her house.

“Is the whole world against me now,” the blonde growled.

BAM! Spencer hissed as she held the side of her head. “What the … heck was that?” She yelled looking down. “A newspaper!” She screamed.

“Sorry lady,” a little boy called over his shoulder as he took off on his bicycle. For a paperboy he had horrible aim.

“Looks like your day just got a little worse,” a deep voice said from behind her.

Spencer turned around. “What a surprise you’d turn up as all these random things happen to me Raife.” She deadpanned.

“Me,” he asked in surprise. “I had nothing to do with the old lady and the paper boy.”

“But you did have something to do with manipulating my words in front of Ashley,” Spencer accused.

“Yes,” Raife smiled. “That I had something to do with.”

“Don’t think this is going to stop from getting Ashley back,” The blonde warned in a daring tone.

“Oh, I am just getting started my dear,” He supplied before once again disappearing.

Spencer scoffed. “Does he always get to have the last word?”