“Yeah, he’s the one that got these tickets.”

                “How long?” She was smiling, obviously thinking that it was nothing too serious. Her eyes seemed to penetrate into me as she stared at me expectantly.

                “Almost a year,” I answered, smiling when she let an obscenity slip. “His name is Hugh King.”

                “You’re dating Hugh King? Damn Spencer, I never imagined you the high society type.” I laughed and just shook my head.

                “He’s not really like that.”

                “Do you love him?” She must’ve felt me tense up because she shook her head, “Never mind, I don’t want to know.  Can I meet him?”       

                “Yeah, but he doesn’t know about us, so it might be a bit weird.” She looked hurt for a minute but she nodded and called for Steve. A few minutes later Hugh was led back into the room and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw that I was sitting with Ashley as if I did it every day.

                “Hi, you must be Hugh.” She said, jumping up to shake his hand. “Spencer was just telling me about you.”

                “Yeah, I’m sorry, do you know-“

                “Me and Spence go way back, she doesn’t like to claim me but I used to be her best friend.” I rolled my eyes but laughed as Hugh tried to determine whether or not she was kidding.

                “It’s true, we went to high school together and she was the only one kind enough to take in the new kid.” I said, as she sat back down beside me and folded her legs up under herself.

                “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He asked, making Ashley grin and throw an arm around my shoulders.

                “I didn’t know how you’d take it,” I said, making Ashley tense up beside me. Hugh looked confused for a minute and then his eyes found Ashley’s wrist where the script S was tattooed and he seemed to understand.

                “Oh! You two were- oh God,” He said, sitting down, shaking his head.  “Is that why you kept turning me down?”

                “Yeah,” I answered as Ashley pulled away from me with a small smile, as if pleased that I hadn’t just jumped into his bed. He was taking it better than I expected, though a small part of me had kind of been hoping that he’d freak out and dump me so that Ashley would pick up the pieces and fall madly in love with – okay I really need to stop thinking these things.