The whole walk there I wondered whether I should ask about the girl who left her room, or confess about what happened between Kyla and I. Oh shit, it just occured to me that maybe she knows,and has just called me over so I can make an ass of myself before she dumps me. Or maybe she’s asking me over so she can confess because she feels terrible. Or maybe she knows what I did, but sees her doing the same thing as a way for all of this to have evened out. There were so many possibilities and it was killing me not knowing what was going on in Ashley Davies head right now. Then again, when did I ever know what was going on in her head? That was a scary place.

Approaching the door, I’d nearly peed myself with all of this anxiouty running through me. Kyla answered the door, when she opened it Ashley was still walking down the stairs. So right now it looked as if Kyla had raced to the stairs to meet me, right infront of Ashley. Oh please don’t let her say something infront of Ashley like this. Wait a damn minute Spencer, she cheated on you too, you’ve got every right to be just as pissed, if not more considering she’d just preached about how faithful she was.

"Hey is uh-","Yeh, she is" Kyla’d cut me off for the second time this morning, and it was starting to annoy me. I walked past her trying to notfiy her that just because she had some form of serious blackmail on her hands, I was nobody’s bitch. Must have caught her off guard because I saw her take a step back before closing the glass doors. We all stood as awkward as ever in this area right behind the front door. Kyla just kept flashing this seductive smile at me everytime Ashley turned away. Why Ashley kept turning away though, is what was was worrying me.

She looked over at Kyla,catching her trying to eye fuck me, then to me,scowled at her sister, and gave me the dirtiest look I’d ever been given. "Yeh, I need to talk to you alone Spencer" Great, she’s stopped using ‘Spence’ I was now ‘Spencer’ a.k.a her soon-to-be ex-girlfriend Spencer. I followed her upstairs quite relectantly, though I knew this was coming. Why all of a sudden did I feel like a puppy who had peed on the family’s good carpet? Ahh, I know why, it’s because I felt punishing coming on.