The door to her bedroom slowly opened but she didn’t care to turn and greet the intruder. She knew it was Ashley and in her mind wished she’d turn around and go away. A bitter grin shaped her lips. She thought that a lot in one night, but her wish never seemed to come true. Especially on her date when she needed it to happen the most. Of course, Ashley kept coming to mind and she just had to end the date only to find her dear Ashley with another woman in the living room. Yes, she was jealous and had every right to be. “That silly little kiss wouldn’t be the reason I leave you.” The words were hushed as the brunette moved closer to her. Holding her breath, Spencer watched Ashley’s face as it neared hers feeling her fists clench around the bed sheets as her head tilted slightly to the side. “It’d be the reason I stay.”

Fuck you.

The bed shifted and seconds later she was eye to eye with her. It was just like Ashley to get in her face instead of talk to her back. She wondered what the brunette saw in her eyes, the lights were on, there was no hiding in the dark. Not this time and she didn’t want to hide anything. She wanted Ashley to see the misery reflected in her harsh gaze. “What’d she do to you?”

Nothing. Not one fucking thing. Its you. You’re the reason I’m like this. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Ashley’s gaze never faltered as she remained silent. Spencer boldly stared back, her running thoughts adding fuel to the flames, each passing second only making her more angry. “It has nothing to do with her, does it?”

“I’m not talking about it.” She curtly repeated turning on her other side. Blue eyes closed and she listened closely to the girl behind her, waiting to hear her get up and leave. It never happened. Instead of running, Ashley moved closer, wrapping her arms around her, she spoke softly into her ear. “Dance with me.” Spencer laughed and it was far from joyful. Did Ashley really have no clue? Was she not dropping enough hints? Right now she didn’t like the brunette, and here she was, asking her to dance. “Come on, we’ll get down like a couple fags on E.”