“Then why are you doing this,” the short brunette blurted.

“Because I can’t concentrate,” Spencer shouted making the short brunette jump. “I don’t care if you think I’m over reacting! She kissed her Kyla and I don’t care for how long it was or who initiated it! I can’t get that image out of my head! It’s haunting me! Do you understand?”

Kyla nodded silently. Spencer continued, “I just want to focus on school and not think about this … because this is killing me! Okay? This is killing me,” the blonde took a seat on the bed and buried her face in her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”

Kyla took a seat next to her and tentatively set her hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Just,” she whispered. “Do what feels best for you.”

The blonde took in a deep breath and lifted her head. She turned to look at Kyla, “This does feel like what I have to do Kyla, just so I can think this over.” She replied quietly.

“Okay,” the short brunette nodded. She reached over and hugged the blonde.

***

For the past week Ashley had remained locked either in her hotel room or her tour bus dorm. The only time she would come out it seemed was for when she had to perform and even then her performances were starting to slag. It’s almost as if she’d become a zombie.

Every night she would call, email, and text Spencer religiously and every night she never got a response. When she was told by Kyla that the blonde had moved out of the mansion back in New York her depression seemed to deepen.

None of the guys knew how to handle Ashley in this condition. The only time they’d seen her this bad was when her father had passed away. Angst seemed to flow from the rocker in waves. They could feel the sadness radiating off of her.

“C’mon Ash,” Ryan said placing his hand on the rocker’s shoulder shaking her lightly as she lay on the bed. “We’ve got a photo shoot to go to.”

“No,” she grumbled tossing the blanket over head.

He scrunched up his nose. “How long has it been since you showered?”

“Who cares,” Ashley whispered.