“Are you gonna stay and hang out for a bit?” She asks and I glance to the boy at the window texting on his phone.

“Oh umm no, I can’t today. I umm have to go home, my mum’s umm she’s making me dinner.” Lying is not something I’m good at; it’s why I don’t do it. I hate lies.

“Oh okay. Well some other time?”

“Yeah…some other time. Bye.” I say as I make my way out of her room and house without one more look at either of them.

I get home as quick as I can and make my way to my room and shut the door behind me before I fall to the floor unable to control the sobs that wrack my body. Seeing him, in her room, was a complete shock for me. And I was upset at Spencer for not giving me any warning. And the fact that Spencer had gotten round to being with him so quickly after my talk. I know I said that this is what she should do and that I wanted her to be happy, but just seeing him in that room where I had spent so many nights with Spencer, my Spencer, made me feel completely uneasy and all of this far too real. And for the first time ever, I didn’t feel comfortable in her house. And I was upset at myself, for letting everything get this far and not catching myself before I fell. I don’t know how long I stay there, crying to myself on my floor, before I drag myself up and fall into bed without changing my clothes.

The next day I text Spencer when I am on my way home from school as she text me when I woke up and said she’s going to come and meet me when I get home and to text her when I’m almost there.

{Hey I’m nearly home now. When and where do you wanna meet up?} I text.

{Oh yeah, I can’t meet you right now, I’m out with Aiden. I might be able to come meet you later on tonight?}

{No. Forget it. It doesn’t even matter.}

{What do you mean?}

{You said you were gonna come meet me, but you blew me off for him without even telling me. So meeting me and sticking to your plans obviously doesn’t matter, so forget it.}

{Fuck off Ashley! Don’t even try and make me feel bad for spending time with my boyfriend of less than a week. I want to enjoy it without having to worry about what you’re gonna say about it.} Boyfriend? Well that’s news to me. And making her feel bad about spending time with him? Fuck off.

{Whatever Spencer, enjoy your time with your boyfriend. And thanks for the heads up yday btw, that was real nice forgetting to tell me he was there.} I might as well get it said now while we’re apparently pissed at each other.

{You asked if I was busy, I said no, because we weren’t doing anything and I wanted to see you.}

{But that was strange for me to just walk into without warning.}

{I know that now, and I’m sorry.}

{Okay. Have fun. I’ll back off so you can enjoy your time.} I say, not in a mean way, but from just plain defeat and exhaustion of arguing with her.

{No, Ash, that’s not what I meant.}

{It is, and it’s fine, I get it. I’ll see you around.} I text back and don’t expect a response, because I know she won’t have one. I’m backing off, for now, because that’s what she wants, and I’ll give her anything she wants. But I can already feel us drifting apart, and that is breaking my heart even more.