Jenny was a girl I’d always hook up with at parties. I felt nothing for her but she made parties interesting. And she was pretty good in bed. But, that wasn’t me anymore. Plus, the second she proclaimed her everlasting love for me, I jetted it. She didn’t understand it was just fun for me. I didn’t want her like she wanted me. So, I felt bad and let her go instead of tugging her along more. Ever since then I’ve behaved myself. Only doing things with people if I was in a relationship and I’ve only been in one since then, another one in which I felt nothing for the person. That was with a girl named Hanna, who just walked in the door. Interesting night.

So, as it was right now. I was standing with Emmie and Spencer, who seemed to be fighting for my attention, while both Jenny and Hanna made their way towards me.

What I wasn’t expecting was the punch in the face I received from Jenny. Also, I didn’t expect the punch she received from Spencer the second after she punched me, and then Grady telling Jenny to get out and not to bother coming back. Hanna left as well. They’re definitly sleeping together.

"Oh my God, Ash! Are you okay? Shit, you’re bleeding. Grady, is it? Can I bring her upstairs to get her fixed up?" Spencer was such a caring person and the fact she wanted to take care of me was an amazing feeling. No one has cared that much before. And usually, I’d pretend I was fine and just walk it off but the fact I was going to be alone with her made me forget about acting tough.

"Yeah, sure." He simply said as he pointed us up to his room. I saw Emmie give Spencer a glare and I just didn’t understand. Why has this supposed to be perfect night turned into a mess for me to clean up.

When we got upstairs Spencer sat me on the bed and went into the bathroom to get things to fix me up.

"Spencer, wanna just get drunk up here?" That would be a better idea. Then we can get to know each other more.