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Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hott like me? Gray was packed to capacity with bodies of all ages swaying to whatever it was the DJ was spinning at the top of the box. The bartenders had stopped checking ID’s and the place was a madhouse. "This place is awesome!" Casey exclaimed scooting into the empty booth the group had just found. "Yeah, hottest club in L.A," Aiden said over the music, "That we can get into" he continued. Spencer and Ashley followed joing the group in the booth. "I’m going to get drinks! What does everyone want?" Aiden asked, "Two vodka Cranberry’s." Spencer said. "Umm…I’m not sure…" Casey said, "But I’ll come with you. The bartender’s hott…" Casey finished eyeing the blonde serving the drinks devlishly. Two jello shots and one vodka Cranberry later and Spencer was gone. "Ashy, baby…Have I ever told you how much I love your nipples? They’re just so…I don’t even know. Little and hard and…God, you just have great nipples…" Spencer slurred caressing Ashley’s face and eyeing her cleavage. Ashley wasn’t drunk but tipsy enough that she shouldn’t be driving anyone home. "Casey! C-Casey!" Ashley yelled to the girl who was sitting beside her, not drunk or tipsy at all. "Take my keys; Take Spencer home." "Huh? Oh, come on." "Casey! I’m serious…" Ashley’s voice faded when she felt Spencer’s hott toungue sucking her fingers. "What about you?" Casey asked. "I promised Danny I’d help clean up. Stop being an ass, you know where she lives. Take her home and come back here. Then we’ll go home." "Fine! This party was dying down anyways" Casey muttered stuffing Ashley’s keys into her pocket. "Let’s go, best friend murderer." Casey said, directing her comment at Spencer. Spencer, who was too drunk to notice, just nodded before trapping Ashley’s kiss in a passionate liplock. After keeping time on her watch, Casey bent over and started pulling Spencer off her, "Let’s go!". Spencer stumbled a bit but couldn’t do much to fight the thin but strong arms that were leading her outside the club and to the car. "What are you doing!? Don’t touch me!" Spencer yelled, snapping her wrist away angrily. "I’m taking you home," Casey said calmly, "Ashley asked me too. She has to help clean up." "Oh." Spencer said indifferently. Casey helped her into the front seat and slid the key in the ignition. Halfway to her house, Spencer spoke. "Why do you hate me?" "What?" "Why do you hate me?" "Why do you think I hate you?" "I heard you in the kitchen this morning. Why do you hate me?" Casey sighed, "I don’t hate you. It’s just weird, Ashley being in a relationship." "Oh." "Yeah." Casey pulled into Spencer’s driveway. "So…" Casey began, trying to avoid the awkward goodbye. She looked up from the steering wheel surprised to find Spencer’s eyes burning holes into her own. "G-Goodnight…" Casey said, gripping the steering wheel tighter, willing herself not to break eye contact. "Goodnight." Spencer said, again, indifferently, stumbling out of the car and through her open front door. Casey’s mouth was sour as she watched Spencer dissapear behind her door. Her heart quickened it’s pace. She shook her head violently in an attempt to alleviate the emotions that were building up inside her. Casey put the car in reverse and headed back to Gray to pick up Ashley.

Part Two will, if all goes well, be up later today. Please leave me comments and I’ll respond to them in the Author’s Note of Part Two. Thank you.