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    Not The Type – (Chapter: It's Complicated)

    “Ashley…” I break the kiss.

    “Yeah?” She pants resting her forehead against mines.

    “I’m wet.”

     

     

     

    “Hello?” I answer my phone, sitting up in Ashley’s bed.

    “Hey, why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Jordan asks on the other end. I sigh and open my mouth to talk.

    “Hey… you’re awake.” Ashley says jumping onto the bed.

    “OMG!” Jordan yells into the phone. “It’s twelve at night, you just woke up and I’m pretty sure that was Ashley Davies voice.” Shit her it comes. “You weren’t answering your phone because you guys were having sex!” She yells like she’s going to when a prize.

    “Jordan…” Then it clicked. I looked over to the clock on Ashley’s beside table. Sure enough it’s twelve going on one. “Fuck…”

    “What?” Ashley sits next to me and wraps her arm around me.

    “Jordan…” I sigh into the phone. “I’ll call you back.” She starts to say something else but I hang up.

    “Spencer?” Ashley says when I get out of bed.

    “My parents are going to kill me.” I mutter looking for my bra. “Shit.” I kick my shoes.

    “Calm down…”

    “Why didn’t you wake me?” I turn around to face her. She’s no longer on the bed, but in front of me.

    “Babe…” She says trying to grab my hands, but I move them out of her reach. “Glen called while you were asleep. I told him you were sleep and asked if he could see if you could stay the night.” She says running her hand through her hair. “He texted me back, said your mom said it was cool.”

    “You answered my phone.” That’s the only thing I can focus on. She answered my phone.

    “So?” She says like it’s no big deal.

    “You don’t see anything wrong with that?” I ask with a little attitude.

    “Look,” She says with her own frustration coming through. “If you don’t want me fucking answering your phone, then just fucking say so. Don’t get all snappy and shit about it.”

    “Don’t answer my fucking phone.” I say grabbing it off her bedside table.

    “Whatever.” She mutters. “Where are you going?” She asks following me out of her bedroom.

    “Home.” I say not turning around. “You should have got me up.” That’s the last thing I say before leaving.

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    1. man i was like o no she didnt morgan is a bit of a ditz i guess she was like o okay well yah saturday i would have been like o hell no save the drama for your mama lol pms please :) i cant wait :)

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