She hung up on me and I was stupid enough to throw my phone, shattering it against the wall. I cursed at myself and put my head in my hands. I wasn’t sure what to think at this point, or it could be I’m so drunk I can’t. Everytime I think I feel like I’m going to get sick and I don’t need to have a repeat of last night. I pick my head up and a tear falls frm my eye. I’m afraid that something happened between me and this girl. Maybe that was why Spencer was so jealous.

I wish I could just shoot myself right now. ‘the girl you’re killing yourself over’. Great, how can this girl manage to be right everytime she assumes somethings? Or maybe she’s not assuming? Did I tell her about it last night?

I shake off the feeling that my mind has been invaded. No one could get into my mind, nor would I tell anyone I didn’t want to know. Maybe I do want her to know? I’m so confused. I don’t even know what to do, or what-

There’s banging on my door now. I get up slowly and grab the vodka bottle before walking to the door. When I open it Spencer is on the otherside, tears pouring from her eyes and my heart breaks all over again. I pull her inside and set her down on my couch. I crouch right in front of her and look up at her, wipping away her tears.

"She was right." she says after seeing the vodka bottle next to me on the floor.

"Who was?"

"That girl…….. she called me and told me you were drinking yourself into a coma because of whatever happened to us."

I sat down on the floor and put my hand on my forehead for a second then ran it through my hair. "Fucking bitch….. what does she know?"

"I dunno, maybe what you told her. It’s funny how she knows almost as much about you as I do and she has only know you for a few hours, 12 at the most."

"I never told her anything Spencer." I try to assure her.