Chapter Eight

Ashley’s P.O.V.

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I was sitting on the front steps of King High when I noticed Spencer pulling up in her moped.  We hadn’t spoken to one another in several weeks, three weeks and two days, but the key was who’s counting.  I tried going to her house to try to make amends, but her mother was intercepting all my efforts and playing her bodyguard. 

Spencer had been avoiding me since that fateful day she and Kyla were talking at the quad and Spencer saw me kissing Kelly.  Spencer was about to walk away from me, but I stopped her from going any further.  “W-we need to talk,” I began firmly.  Spencer sighed in exasperation and was refraining from rolling her eyes.

“What’s there to talk about, Ashley?” questioned a frustrated Spencer.  Spencer shook her head in aggravation. “We’re not friends anymore, I’m not your tutor anymore either, and I’m not your love advisor either.”  I bit my bottom lip.  I really messed up Spencer big time.  How was I going to fix what was broken?  Were things meant to be broken?  No, they can’t be.  I won’t believe that this can’t be fixed.

“We have a lot to talk about,” I responded simply.  I reached for Spencer’s hand, but she slapped my hand away.  “I miss you and your friendship.”

“When were we ever friends?” asked a bitter Spencer.  Spencer was pretending to think her question over and scoffed.  “When you needed someone to dump your problems on or… or someone to comfort you when you got your heart broken, or maybe it was when you needed homework help, but other than that you never knew me.”  Spencer rushed past me.  I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but was it going to be possible?  I didn’t realize how much I had screwed up, this was very bad.

Spencer was able to be friends with Kyla and Aiden, but why wasn’t she able to forgive me?  I know that she had a crush on me, but I wasn’t as bad as they were.  I cared about her whether she could see it or not.  They only cared about talking about their problems, which was about the other.  Then again I did the same crap. Oh man, I don’t even know if I was the pot or the kettle.