Ashley’s Pov

I finally got back to the loft after the too long flight. I was nervous when I first got there. I saw Spencer’s car was parked in her usual spot, but that didn’t mean she was home. If she was home it didn’t necessarily mean she was alone either. I was terrified by what I might or might not find, so I sat down on the couch to think about what I needed to do or say. I wanted to trust Spencer. I still don’t believe that she would do such a thing. Maybe I was stupid for having so much faith in her after seeing a picture like that. I relaxed on the couch and looked up at the ceiling while I tried to think of what I would say to her if she was in there alone. I tried to think of what I would say if she wasn’t alone. Oh, god. Just the thought of her having someone else in our bed made me sick.

Spencer’s Pov

I woke up the next morning and I immediately grabbed my phone. Crap, not only was I going to be late, but I missed a call from Ashley. I tried to call back, but her phone was either off or dead. I rushed to get ready and I ran out the door. I didn’t want to miss any of my class time. Just because I was stressed out didn’t give me an excuse to do horribly in school.

Ashley’s Pov

A loud noise woke me the next morning. It sounded like the front door shutting. SHIT! I fell asleep. I ran to the bedroom to find no one. I was so mad at myself. How could I just fall asleep. Now I will never know what I was going to find. I sat on the bed and looked out the window. That’s when I noticed Spencer’s car pulling out onto the street. I reached for my pockets, but felt nothing. I scrambled to get off the bed and I ran to the couch. I grabbed my phone to find that it was dead. I was nearly panicking trying to find my charger in my purse. I finally got it plugged into the wall and I turned my phone on. I called Spencer as fast as I could, but there was no answer. This was going to drive me crazy. She was just here and I missed her. Why did I fall asleep. I would be kicking my own ass about it all day long. My phone began to vibrate as soon as I sat it down. I scooped it up as fast as I could. I was disappointed to find out it wasn’t Spencer calling me back. It was a voice mail. What if it was Spencer? I pulled up the voice mail only to have my tiny bit of hope crushed. It wasn’t Spencer. It was the last person I wanted to hear from. My manager.