Spencer’s POV:

        What is wrong with me? Why am I such a girl sometimes? A stupid girl, mind you. Once again I had scared her off by blurting out my feelings like that. I guess I should go to school today then. There’s that stupid biochem class, so I should check to see what my final grade is. Right as I walked off towards it in a hurry, I ran straight into someone again. “Damn it!” I cursed, reaching for my bookbag. A familiar hand picked it up for me and lifted me up to my feet. I looked up to see Ash. “Spencer?” she said hopefully. I stared at my feet, not knowing what to say. “Can we talk?” she asked politely.  She nervously handed me a bouquet of white roses this time. This time I graciously accepted them, examining the spotless, perfectly formed flowers. I nodded, and followed her coincidentally, to the very same café where I had seen her kissing that random ho. “Do you want something to drink?” she asked nervously, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “I’ll just have a water.” I said simply. As we waited for the waiter to come back with our drinks, Ashley fidgeted around while I glanced down at the flowers again. Their rich scent wafted up my nostrils, but at the same time I could smell Ash’s shower gel or whatever. It smelled good, in an intoxicating sort of way. I hate how she makes me think with my clit rather than my brain sometimes because she’s so damn good looking. She wasn’t a bad person, was she? “So… I wanted to say that I’m sorry, Spencer.” She sighed. “But I wasn’t under the impression that we were…together at that point. It was a foolish mistake, and I hope you can forgive me. “ she glanced up fro her hands to look at me. “It’s ok. I was stupid to have such expectations, and-“ “No.” she said, placing her hand on mine. “Spencer, I want to be with you.” She said seriously, squeezing my hand. I felt my hand tingle strangely; only my masked lover made me feel like that. Weird, does that I mean I feel something for Ash too? “Ash, I don’t know right now, things are complicated, and…” “Are you seeing someone else?” she asked, her face falling. Yes, sorta…I’ve had sex with someone else and I think I’m falling for them, but… “No.” I said, looking away. I remembered what my lover had said earlier today. She couldn’t give me what I wanted-she wanted me to see normal people for the sake of my own happiness. I doubted that I could meet anyone who could arouse such strong feelings in me such as those I had for her, though. But I should try so I could prove to her that none of them could ever measure up to her, whether they could be in a stable, normal relationship with me or not. “Then…” “Ash, I don’t know about wanting to be with you, but at the same time I forgive you. I know you can’t be a bad person, I mean you almost lost your life trying to protect me from those criminals the day we met. It’s just…” “Just what, Spence?” “I don’t know.” I said, getting up. “I, I’ll talk to you later.” I said quickly, feeling like I was drowning in my own emotions. Ashley grabbed me by the wrist. “Wait.” She said, turning me around to face her. She closed in on the distance between us.