I sat at a cheaply made table glaring at my coffee. If she hadn't broken up with me then I wouldn't have been so distracted… If I- she would have been so self-centered I could have helped Kyla… What the hell is wrong with me? It isn't Spencer's fault. It's mine. Now she probably hates me. I blame myself… no I blame Kyla, but you can't just scream at the girl in the hospital and I don't want to be mad at myself. So I take it out on Spence. My poor baby. I need to talk to her. I pulled myself up and tossed the putridly strong coffee in the trash.
I prowled the floors of the hospital searching for Spencer. I found her on Kyla's floor sitting in a chair by the soda machine.
"Spence!" I walked quickly towards her. She looked up at me and rolled her beautiful blue eyes. I kneeled and placed my hands on her knees. "I'm sorry." Leaning in, I closed my eyes to kiss her. She stood up abruptly. This felt very daja vu. "Spencer?" Rising to my feet, the smile dropped from my face. She crossed her arms and glared at me. I reached out a hand to brush hair from her face, but she turned away.
"What is wrong with you Ashley? Maybe… maybe it would be best if we took things slower. You know dating?" No, no, no, no.
"Spencer, no! I screwed up. I know, but I have a really good reason. Don't break up with me just because we had a little fight." I begged.
"You always do this Ash. You let me just to push me back out. I'm getting tired of it." And she meant it.
"I'll do better."
"Good." She walked off. "I'm checking on Kyla, you coming?" I ran to catch up. She didn't fight it when my hand held hers.