Ch. 8- Love Hurts

I was walking down the hallway hand in hand with Ashley, our fingers laced. It was back to school and despite that, I couldn’t be happier. I was now living with Ashley full time because my parents were divorced and my dad was selling the house. My mom, after things went bad with Ms. Davies, moved to another state. In a few months, Ashley would be 18, and she would receive her trust fund. I had already been accepted to a college: Yale! I couldn’t believe my luck. When it was time to go to college, Ashley would move with me and we could live together off campus. My life was looking amazing, everything was falling into place.

“Excuse me,” A boy who looked to be about our age asked, taping me on the shoulder, “Do you know where I can find Mrs. Kane’s class? I’m new here.”

“Sure, we were just heading there, you can come with us if you want.”

“OK, thanks. By the way, I’m David.” He said offering his hand.

“Spencer,” I responded taking the hand, “and this is my girlfriend, Ashley.”

“Wait, you mean you two are like… a couple?”

“Yes,” I responded smiling, “is that a problem?”

“No, that’s awesome!” We continue to head to our class and had a somewhat normal day until lunch, When that David kid came to talk to us again. “Hey,” he greeted us, “Are you two going to Vanderwell’s party tomorrow?”

“I was thinking about it, what do you think Ash?”

“I don’t know Spence, I don’t like parties, you know me.” She said.

“C’mon Ash,” I continued to persist, “Please!”

“Oh alright,” she caved in, “But you owe me.” she said with a devilish grin.

“I can’t wait to make it up.” I responded with an equally evil grin. We turned around to see David with his mouth gaping wide open.

“Ugh… OK… I guess I’ll see you at the party then.” He managed to spit out before walking away.

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The party was the whole stereotypical thing that you always see. There was the loud music, the alcohol, and the dancing. Ashley and I had been at the party for two hours before we finally decided we should hold on any more alcohol. We were both on the borderline of being drunk. After dancing we walked to the side of his house were he had a hot tub on a deserted balcony. “You up for a little swimming?” I asked Ashley.