"We’ll then we don’t have to worry about her, right?"  She asks.  "Look, I know who you are.  I know what you want.  No one will know."  She grins seductively.

"I will know, and that is enough for me."  I say.

She stops her advances while I continue to drink.  I think I’m fine until I stand up to leave.  I fall flat on the floor.  I guess I am drunk.  I look up at the stage quickly to realize that I am in no position to talk to the musician.  I hand my card to the bartender, and I ask her to give it to him.

"How about I give you a ride home?"  The blonde asks.

I shouldn’t, but I’m really drunk.  I’m seeing three of her.  I know I can’t drive.

"Ok."  I reply sleepily.

When I wake up, we are not at my house.  I gress I passed out in the car.  I am actually sitting in someone else’s living room.

"Hey.  You passed out, and I didn’t know where you lived.  So, I bought you here."  She says.

"Good.  You can take me home now."  I say half heartdly.  Through the alcohol, she looks so hot.  A sixteen year old me would have died for this chance.

Before I know what’s happening, she’s pulling me to what I assume is her bedroom.  I’m just following.  My heart telling me to stop, but my alcohol clouded head is not listening.  She lays down on the bed slowly, and I’m standing at the foot of it.  She takes her shirt off with her bra.  Her skirt and panties come off soon after.  She’s hot.  There is no doubt about that.  My phone starts to buzz in my pocket, and I look down.  The called ID says My Baby, and my heart drops.  What the hell am I doing.

"Come here and fuck me rockstar."  She says.

"I um, I um, just need to use the bathroom first."  I disapper into it before she can say anything.

I look in the mirror, and I see Spencer crying.  All those imagine of her crying in the past hit me like a eighteen wheeler.

The first time she broke my heart….

"Ashley, I just can’t."  She said.  "How do I know that I can trust you."