I was in Kyla's room again. I had avoided everyone, surprisingly, the whole time… I mean, I guess they wouldn't look for me in a janitor's closet or outside by the dumpster, still I avoided them. I pulled a Sydne Bristow, kinda.
"Ashley," Kyla's apparently awake. "I'm sorry."
"Me too Ky… I was angry. You know I don't mean that right?"
"Yeah. You were just…" She searches for the right words.
"Crazy?" I fill in. We both smile.
"Why are you treating Spencer like shit? I mean, yeah her brother thinks with his ball, little I'm guessing, but that wasn't her fault… I wasn't Glen's-" I begin to contradict that statement. "No, I was the one that was high off my ass. He's a dick, but it wasn't completely his fault… completely."
"Whatever." She rolls her eyes.
"Now, tell me why you're acting like Spencer ran over your puppy."
"I'm not." I lie through my teeth. Denial, denial, denial, oh how I loath and love you denial.
"Bullshit." Very much so. "I think your manifesting your problems into something you can actually take it out on."
"I think the yoga's gone to your head… or the coke. I'm gonna get some coffee, want some?"
"Uhg, no. Not unless you want to wear it."
"Eww. No wonder you can only attract pervs like Jake." I walk down to the brightly painted cafeteria. Am I a horrible girlfriend? Because I don't think I blame Glen as much as I blame… Spencer…