Ashley’s POV

Right now, my life seemed to be falling apart. Spencer, my best friend since birth, is in my bed naked, after a wild night of sex…with me. Now Spencer does have a past, so this situation probably wouldn’t surprise me if I wasn’t the one she did it with. She pretty much used to be an alcoholic, then she went away to boarding school. I was pretty pissed about that, since she didn’t even call to tell me she’s leaving. But now she’s back to finish her senior year with all the kids she grew up with. Things started looking a lot better for her to: I forgave her, and she met this slightly cute, smart guy that talks non-stop.  Kind of like Manhattan’s own Seth Cohen. Now even though Spencer really likes this boy, I start to get jealous. Maybe that’s what led to last night anyways. I feel something for her, and she just felt bad for me. That’s something she would do. I’m not gay, but it’s almost impossible not to think she’s gorgeous. Long blonde hair, cute smile, amazing eyes, and the hottest body on earth. I just couldn’t resist.

But now I have to resist kissing her again. (Cause c’mon let’s face it. Who wakes up completely hungover, hair all over the place, make-up smeared, and still looks absolutely, breath-takingly gorgeous? Spencer Carlin). And the reality of it is, I have a boyfriend, a very cute, loving boyfriend, whom I someday want to marry.

But I don’t want him to be walking up the stairs right now as Spencer and I lay in bed naked. The first thing you would think walking into this room is hot passionate sex; our dresses, underwear, and thongs were scattered across the room and it didn’t help that Spencer had a huge hickey on her neck.

“Shit Spence! Go hide or something!”

She ran off the bed dragging the sheet with her, leaving me completely naked. “Fuck, Spence you can be so ditzy sometimes” I thought. I quickly ran into my bathroom, where Spencer was hiding in the shower and grabbed my bathrobe.

“Should I put one on and talk to him with you?” she asked me.