“Ash, don’t do this.” She begged.

“Lose my number.” I turned to glare into the teary eyes of my ex-girlfriend.

And with that being my last words, I turned on my heel and exited the club not once looking back. It felt so great to finally be able to confront the girl who had hurt me so badly and let her know how well I was doing without her. It was almost as if all my past baggage had been lifted from my conscious now that I had gotten that all off my chest.

Once I had climbed into the Mustang and turned it on, I looked at the time on the stereo and it read two-thirty a.m., meaning I better get out of this parking lot before any raging drunks try to put a dent in my baby. I took a quick glance at my phone before leaving the parking lot, hoping Spencer maybe had called, but there was nothing.

I traced my thumb along my phones back ground picture of my beautiful blonde and I suddenly felt the dire urge to go apologize to her. She didn’t deserve the kind of treatment I gave her earlier and I’m not going to try and make excuses as to why I acted out on her, but she at least deserves to know the truth.

*At Spencer’s apartment*

I stood outside Spencer’s building rehearsing exactly how I would apologize to her, but it just ended up making me that much more nervous. I finally found the courage to buzz her door.

“Hello?” I smiled at the blondes sexy, fresh out of slumber voice.

“Spence it’s me. Can I come up?” I sounded so desperate talking into the intercom.

“Ashley, are you out of your mind? It’s almost three in the morning-”

I cringe at the anger in her voice as she yelled at me. Obviously I didn’t think she was going to welcome me with open arms, but I just had to talk to her. I rested my head against the little black box, waiting for her to finish her blowup. Can’t say I didn’t have it coming.

“Will you please hear what I have to say now?” I asked her once she had stopped yelling.

“You got two minutes.”