“OPIUM, Ashley? OPIUM!!” Uhhhhh, my head. I rolled over onto my side to see a very pissed of Kyla waving the drug around.

“You got some on the carpet.” I groaned.

“Well then you can just SNORT it up!” She shrieked.

“You don’t snort it.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT! What the hell happened!?” I was finally losing it with Kyla. My head hurt, I felt sick and my baby left me. I couldn’t take her damn inquisitions.

“Fuck off, Kyla.” I grumbled before rolling over. She started tugging on the duvet, thoroughly pissing me off. I yanked it hard, causing her to fall forward onto my bed. “I said, FUCK OFF, KYLA!” Slowly, her weight lifted from the bed. Kyla’s feet padded their way towards the door.

“You don’t deserve her. You just fuck everything up, Ashley.” When the door slammed shut I, couldn’t help the tears that streamed from my red eyes.

“I know.” I whispered to no one in particular. “I know…”

-SPENCER’S POV-

I think I had been lying in bed for a day now; I’m not sure though. I told my parent’s that I caught the stomach flu when they saw me throwing up… I couldn’t believe I left her. She was my first- she was suppose to be my last. I wanted her to be my last. I wasn’t even 16 and I already hated my parents. I hated that my mom would hate me- Ashley… I hated that she’d hate Ashley, that she’d stop loving me for loving Ashley. I needed her… but I can’t have my mom hate me… if she found out…

I ran to the bathroom. The overwhelming feeling of both of them hating me hit me hard.

“Spencer, I think we should take you to see a doctor.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and flushed the toilet.

“No mom, it’s been going around school. I’m, I’m fine.” She gave me a worried look.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… I must have caught if from-”

“That faggot most likely. Seriously mom, it’s sooo gross. She probably infected Spencer when she went over there.” I shot Glen a glare as he walked towards his room.

“What girl?”

“This total dyke mom. Seriously, she just runs through girls. It’s disgusting!”