A/n: Okay, so I know this chapter is probably just like the blah inbetween chapter before it gets better--and trust me it will. But I'll have another update either tomorrow or the day after, so enjoy!

19 days and counting...

Spencer rolled over and stretched out on her bed, she felt like she was on top of the world. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, she was still smiling at last night. She couldn't believe how badly her knuckles hurt, but she knew it was worth it. It was worth every ounce of guilt, remorse, that she didn't feel. She felt great. She finally knocked Christy off her fucking pedestal, and it was worth it.

Spencer did a final stretch then realized, it was probably time to deal with Ashley and all the repercussions of today. She swung her feet of the bed, and opened her eyes. She slowly panicked when her feet touched the hardwood floor and she realized, this wasn't her room, this wasn't her bed, in fact, where the hell was she?

Spencer looked down at how she was dressed, "Oh my God," She was just wearing her black lace bra and boxer shorts. She was definitely at a guys house or apartment, she could be in Phuket, Thailand for all she knew. She looked around the room for her scattered clothing, but surprise--there were no clothes to be found. There was a range full of profanity flowing through her thoughts. Where ever she was, she wanted to get the hell out of there and try and remember what just happened.

She tip-toed through the apartment and looked around for clues, but she has never seen this place before. It was bothering her that she didn't know how she got there, she was pretty damn wasted last night. But last thing she remembered, still brought a smile to her face. "Fuck!" She shouted aloud, when she realized she couldn't remember how she got there or what happened last night.

"Spencer?" She heard a guys voice yell from the other room.

She didn't know how to respond, "Yeah?"

He was talking but Spencer was busy trying to recognize the voice. She could care less whatever he was saying to her, but she didn't have to guess any longer because she could see him. "Aiden?"

"Yes?" He chuckled as she sat at his kitchen table shoving a spoon full of cereal into his mouth. He was acting nonchalant about the entire situation, which made her worry even more.

She then realized what she was wearing. Freak out time. "Where the hell are my clothes?" Spencer stomped closer to Aiden with all the attitude she could muster through her hang over. "And what the fuck happened last night?"

Aiden dropped his spoon and finished chewing what he had in his mouth before he responded very slowly, "Okay, this is not what you think. Take a second to hear me out before you go all crazy on me." Aiden slowly stood up and walked closer to Spencer.

Spencer rolled her eyes, "Speak. Quickly." She tapped her foot, impatiently.

Aiden took a deep breath before he continued talking, "Okay, so tell me the last thing you remember. You remember being at the club, with Ashley and me, and all your friends?"

Spencer rolled her eyes and scoffed, "They weren't MY friends, but yes I remember that."

He shook his head, "Okay, so you remember socking that chick in the face?"

Spencer smirked at the memory and looked down at her bruised knuckles, "Oh yeah, I'll never forget that one. That is a memory I will forever keep."

He shook his head, "You remember out running the security guards, hopping into the nearest cab, and coming back to my place?"

Spencer closed her eyes and tried to remember, "Damn, that's where it gets fucking vague and very very blurry. So fill in the blanks before I come over there and smack that smirk off your face." Spencer was still only wearing her bra and boxers and she was starting to get a little impatient.

Aiden stepped back and gave her some space, "Well, so we did that. Then we downed that bottle of Jose over there," Aiden pointed to the table with the empty bottle and two cups, "And then we were so fucking drunk we couldn't see straight. So we walked over the couch," he pointed again, "and then we both passed out."

Spencer threw her hand on her hip and pressed her lips together in anger, "That still doesn't count for how I am dressed like this and how I was in your bed!"

Aiden held up his hands in defensive, "Whoa, just chill. So you woke up and puked all over me and you, because I guess you can't hold your liquor too well on an empty stomach. So then I cleaned up and I took off your clothes, because you passed out again and as I was trying to put a shirt on you...you woke up attacking me. So I left you in my room alone all night, and I slept on the couch," He pointed to the couch again.

Spencer looked around the room and thought to herself. His story seems plausible, but she wasn't sure if she was done being pissed off yet. He was still ogling at her half naked body. Spencer walked up to Aiden and stood right before him, staring directly into his eyes. She smiled sweetly and cupped his face. She gave him a sweet, innocent peck on his lips, "That was for taking care of me." Spencer smiled sweetly again, but this time it was more of a mischievous smile. She waited for him to open his eyes, and she slapped him clear across the face. "And that was for leaving me half naked without putting a blanket on me all night and for staring at my breasts the entire time you told me your story."

Aiden laughed and rubbed the red spot forming on his face. Spencer didn't bother covering up, she walked over to the couch and sat. "Aiden, what am I going to do?" Spencer rested her hands in her face.

Aiden sat next to Spencer, but not too close, "Beats me, but from every thing you told me last night--"

Spencer's head popped up, "What, wait, what?"

Aiden looked at her confused, "From everything you told me last night--"

Spencer held up her hand, "No, no, no...what exactly did I tell you last night?"

Aiden smirked, "Well, enough. You told me that you and Ashley weren't really a couple and you faked being gay to get rid of me, but you said something about how you regretted that because I was such a decent guy."

Spencer rolled her eyes, she couldn't imagine saying the last part, but shit...her secret is out? Spencer tried to figure out a way to cover her tracks, "Well, I didn't lie about the being gay part...I lied about the being with Ashley part. She was just my best friend/roommate until a couple days ago. But now, I want more...now that I have had more I fucking want it all. Is that so wrong?" Spencer felt unshed tears building up.

Aiden shook his head and placed a comforting hand on her back, "Shh, of course it isn't wrong. You want what your heart desires, but only this time it's not that easy to achieve. Have you told her how you felt?"

Spencer sighed and thought about it, "I thought I did. I know we both feel the same, I just think she's too scared to admit it. And once we finally have sex, I don't want her to just fucking use and abuse me like the rest of her conquests, ya know? I want more."

Spencer slumped into Aiden's chest and he was full out holding her as she quietly sobbed, "I say, you always have to take a chance in love. You know what you want, I say fucking go for it--balls to the wall go all out, go for it. 'Cause what if you don't, would you regret it?"

Spencer looked up at Aiden from his chest, "You're such a guy, balls to the wall? Typical guy, response. But I would regret it, you're right." Spencer sighed and just sat in Aiden's arms for a bit in silence.

"Glad I can help." He ran his fingers through her hair.

Spencer suddenly felt completely awkward lying in his arms, so she decided it was a great time to go back home. "Hey, well, great talk--thanks for the fun last night that I can't remember and the --just thanks." Spencer smiled and got back up. She was still somewhat crying, but they were just subtle tears.

She walked over to the mirror and looked how much of a mess she was, she laughed at the sight of her face. There was running mascara and her hair--well that was just another issue.

"Hey, you wanna put on a shirt of something before you leave?" Aiden smiled as he walked towards the door.

Spencer looked down at herself, "Man, I am in need of a very, very long, hot shower." Spencer mumbled to herself.

"Oh, but no I'm just like a door over--I think I'm safe." Spencer smiled and Aiden opened the door for her.

Spencer walked out and Aiden stood in the door way watching her walk away. Spencer turned back, "Wait, I forgot my shoes and purse, please tell me there is a purse somewhere."

Aiden snapped his fingers and ran back into his apartment, "Here ya go, beautiful. Almost forgot."

Spencer took it out of his hands and smiled sweetly. "Thanks." She again walked to the front of her door and looked over her shoulder at Aiden. She couldn't believe how nice and sincere he had been, all morning and throughout the night. But if she found out that he at all took advantage of her, she was going to definitely kick his ass.

Before Spencer put her key in the door, it opened for her. Ashley stood there before her, "I was fucking worried all night about you--what's wrong? Were you crying? Where the fuck are your clothes?" Ashley looked at her and then back at Aiden, everything imaginable went through her head, especially the worst.

Before Spencer could get a word out, Ashley brushed past her and leapt on top of Aiden. "You mother fucker!" Ashley yelled at Aiden as she continuously punched Aiden in the face. She kept yelling the same thing over and over again, "You fucking touched her! Your ass is dead!"

It took all of her might, but Spencer pried Ashley off, "Ash! Ash! Stop! Okay, just stop! Before you attack him again, go back into our fucking apartment and let me explain."

"Fuck." Aiden said as he sat on the floor, blood everywhere.

"Say another word and--"

"Ash! Just please, for me? Go back inside, I'll be right there." Spencer pushed Ashley back a bit.

Ashley whispered, "If I hear yelling, I'm coming back out and finishing what I started. Just say the word."

Spencer smiled and walked over to Aiden, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Aiden stood up and wiped some of the blood off his lip, "I think I'll live. You better get back inside there, I'll be good." Aiden smiled as he stepped back inside his apartment.

"We're okay, right?" Spencer didn't want him to be all upset or angry, or press charges against Ashley for brutally assaulting the poor guy.

"Yeah, we're cool. I'll be fine." He smiled and then shut the door.

Spencer walked back into the apartment and Ashley was in the kitchen cleaning the blood off her hands. Spencer walked up behind her and made she wasn't seriously hurt, "Hey, are you okay? I mean, are you hurt?"

Ashley turned off the water and reached for the towel and started to dry her hands, without saying a word. She just completely ignored Spencer, and continued to clean off her hands.

"Okay, fine, don't talk. Fucking, why did I even bother?" Spencer threw her hands up in the air and started to walk away.

Ashley threw the dish towel across the kitchen and stomped after Spencer, "Spencer! You had me worried sick all night long, what was I supposed to think! You show up, crying, half-naked and Aiden is there? Sorry, for caring."

Spencer scoffed and smiled she was so angry, "Shit Ash, you were worried all night, huh? Well, good! You should be worried about me!" Spencer walked away and slammed the door to her bedroom. Spencer threw on the shower in her room and decided it was time for that long, hot steamy shower.

It wasn't long before Ashley busted on into the room, "We are so not leaving it at that! We need to fucking talk."

Spencer sat down on her bed, crossed her legs, and folded her arms, "Fine talk away."

Ashley paced around the room, "What the fuck happened to you last night? For one, you punched Christy, not so mad about that now since I found you half naked with Aiden! What the fuck, I thought we had something going on Spencer. And you go and sleep with Aiden?!" Ashley was so enraged she almost had tears falling.

"Okay first of all, you have room to talk. But anyways, nothing happened with Aiden and me. You can believe me or not, but it didn't I swear to you. I went back to his place last night, got totally wasted, puked all over my clothes, therefore the nakedness. But nothing happened, I can swear that. But for you and Christy, I'm sure something did happen." Spencer rolled her eyes at the thought of Christy.

"Nothing happened. Look at us, before we even begin...we're already fighting."

"I just--" Spencer stopped talking because she heard thought she heard a knock on her apartment door. She walked up and looked out her door. Spencer's face grew red with anger, she became so un-godly frustrated, and hurt, "Nothing fucking happened huh?" Spencer pointed to Christy walking through their apartment wearing Ashley's shirt.

Ashley opened her mouth and scratched her head, "Spencer--it wasn't like that...I mean it's not what it looks like."

Spencer let tears fall, she was full out crying. She was extremely hurt, "I don't know what's worse. That you lied to me or I caught you lying--or that Christy is looking smug walking through our kitchen half-naked. Fuck!" Spencer was just so upset, she didn't know what to do or say.

Ashley came up to Spencer and tried to wipe away the tears that she caused. "Okay, I was scared and you were--"

Spencer brushed Ashley off, "Just go."

"Spencer--"

"No, just get out of my room." Spencer sniffled her tears, "I know we aren't like official or anything, but this hurts. I just--please leave. I need some time to think." Spencer tried not to make eye contact with Ashley as she sat there crying.

"I--" Ashley was going to start explaining why she did it, or what happened. But she knew it wasn't the time or place. She wanted to tell Spencer that Christy meant nothing to her anymore, and she didn't know why she did what she did last night. But she did it anyways. She wanted to tell her that she felt horrible the entire time she had sex with Christy, that she completely felt disgusted with herself. But, she knew she had to walk out of Spencer's room with her head low. She knew she had completely fucked everything up this time, and she fucked it up bad.