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"What makes her so much better than me? What makes you want her more?" Erin asks.
Weird, my mom asked the same thing. "It's not like that."
"What's it like then? You had sex with her already? She gave it up faster than I did? Well, of course you'd go for—"
I cut her off angrily, "No, I haven't. This is none of your goddamn business as a matter of fact. And you can pull a Madison and threaten to tell everyone; I don't even care." I shake my head from side to side without saying a word then I open my mouth, "This is stupid. Every time I talk to you I wind up getting super pissed off."
"And you know why that is." she says knowingly.
"Why?" I'm really interested in her answer, "Please, humor me. Tell me why you make my blood boil."
"Because you care. Only someone that you really love you can get such a rise out of you. Can get under your skin like no one else can. That's me."
I roll my eyes, "I'm done with this. This is getting nowhere and I'm tired of getting worked up over nothing." I sigh, "Just leave me alone."
"I can do that," she says smiling... evil, "But leaving Spencer alone is a different story. I'm gonna make her time as a cheerleader a lot more memorable."
I point my finger in her face, "You leave her alone. Don't you fucking mess with her. I'm being completely serious." I take my hand out of her face and shake my head, "You are such a bitch. I do not know why I was so sprung on you. It was seriously not worth it." and with that said directly to her face I swing the door open and walk out, leaving her angry and hot. Hot in the sense that she's not getting anything from me tonight.
I bombard through the crowd and find Kyla, "You still haven't seen Spencer around?" I ask.
Kyla never gets drunk to the point of stupidity so she comprehends me very well, "Yes!" she says with a little more enthusiasm than needed, "I have been looking for you everywhere."
"Why? What's up?" I ask worried.
"Take a look." she looks to her left which is my right.
My jaw drops. I finally found Spencer. She's gyrating all over some guy's junk. She's so wasted, you can see it in her eyes. "How long has she been like this?"
"Um, how about ever since she's been here." Kyla shakes her head then looks at me. I look at her, "I've never seen her like this. I mean she drinks at the party's we go to but not this much." she looks back to Spencer, "I thought you guys were going out, doesn't this pull on your heart strings a little bit?"
I look at Spencer. Watch her rub her body all over some disgusting scumbag. Smiling and laughing. I bet he's thinking he's getting laid tonight. No way in hell. Over my dead body, bub. "We're not together." I watch his hands, they're roaming all over her legs. I scowl and him, he can't see me but it's effective in my head.
"What are you gonna do about it?" she asks still staring at this... gross display of public affection.
I shrug, "Nothing I can do. I have no right to do anything really."
Kyla sighs impatiently, "Look, take her back to our house."
"And do wh--"
"Take care of her like she did for you the other night or this morning." she looks over at me, "OR would you rather her stay here until she gets herself into something with one of these guys?"
I look Kyla in the eye. She looks sober but I know better, "And how do you expect me to get her away from her fans?" I nod my head at the group of guys surrounding her, "And who's to say she doesn't like all the attention?"
She looks in Spencer's direction, "Don't worry, I can take care of that." she walks towards the group and I follow behind her. I wonder what she's gonna do.
I stop just 7 feet away from Spencer and this guy. Makes my stomach turn by the way.
I watch Kyla and Spencer intently, focusing my attention on one then the other. Kyla, by mistake, pours her beverage onto Spencer's top. Kyla should be an actress, I mean her expressions, her face, all of it is just so well put together. And she's acting like she's seriously wasted. They say the hardest thing to do as an actor is to act drunk. By looking at Kyla you couldn't tell.
Kyla's trying to help Spencer clean herself up by putting her hands all over her boobs. Trying to brush the wetness off, which makes all the guys laugh including the one Spencer was dancing with. Ass.
Kyla looks over at me and winks. I take that as my cue. I walk over to Spencer and Kyla. "Ashhhhh." Kyla says looking at me, "I think I spilled something on Spencer." She's swaying. Nice touch. I smell a Grammy.
"Think? No, you did. I seen you do it." Spencer says all slur-y. Seen, Spencer? I think it's saw but, hey, now is not the time.
"Sorree. Well, here," she grabs Spencer's hand then mine and laces them together, "Take her to go get… cleaned up!" she says the last part like a light bulb just went off in her head.
Spencer's too focused on our hands to notice anything Kyla just said. And I gotta say… me too. "Um, okay." I look at Spencer, "You want to go over to my house really quick to get cleaned up? I think your bathroom might be full of drunken sluts." I try to make a simple joke.
Spencer looks up at me smiling, "Is that why you went in there?"
"What?" I ask. I didn't go into the bathroom. Wait, did she see me walk in with—
"Nada." She drops my hand and wipes her face, "It's so hot in here."
I shake my head really quick just to snap back into reality, "C'mon, let's go across the street and get you somewhat cleaned up."
"I don't know. I'm the hostess of this little shindig. I can't just disappear." She says.
I roll my eyes but smile, "You won't be gone long. You'll be back before the party's over, okay?"
She scrunches up her face and thinks about it for a few seconds, "Alright."
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I walk Spencer over to my house. The whole time having her stumble all over me because she's so gone. She stepped on my feet like twenty times. I don't think I'm ever gonna ask her to dance if the opportunity ever comes up, I don't want my feet to fall off.
I sit her down on my bed, "Anything in particular that you wanna wear? Tank top? Big t-shirt?" I ask lingering between my closet door.
She looks at me and a smile graces her face, "How about..." she puts her hands at the bottom of her shirt and before I know it she's in her bra. It's Victoria's secret, I can tell from here. People call it a gift, what can I say? "This?"
I try my best to keep my eyes on her face but there's something about the way she's looking at me. Oh, and maybe it's the bra, "Um, I'll get you a tank. It's kinda hot tonight." I turn around quickly only to walk smack dab right into the corner of the doorway. "Shit." I say loudly rubbing the middle of my forehead.
Spencer snickers, "You might want to watch where you're going. There's a door there."
"Yep, I became aware of that." I say to myself. Spencer continues to giggle and snicker as I walk into my closet. I'll get her a tank top, being drunk makes you hot…in more ways than one.
I rummage through my closet, with my hand on my forehead, looking for a tank top, I forgot I haven't washed any of my clothes in like a week. But I manage to find a black shirt with the words "Juicy Couture" gracing the breast area. It is definitely Kyla's, I'm not juicy enough for "Juicy Couture". It's gonna have to do because my headache is starting to kill me.
I walk out of the closet and turn off the light with the lovely tank in my hand. "I found you a top. It should be able to fit you, you and Kyla should be about the same size."
I look over to Spencer. She's laying down, maybe she passed out from intoxication. That has it's pros and cons. Pro: no more odd talk from her. Cons: she could throw up in her sleep and drown in it. Um, I think I'd better make sure. I walk up to the bed and observe her. She's laying on her stomach with her face buried in her arms. I can see her body raise and fall so I don't believe she drowned yet. She's still alive. Good, I didn't want to practice being a necrophiliac… kidding, that's gross.
"Spen?" I say in a whisper. "Spen?" I repeat again, kinda sing-songy.
"Hm?" she says with her face buried into her arms still.
She looks up at me, her make-up's not perfect but she still looks perfect, "I got you a shirt, wanna put it on?" I ask talking down to her.
She sits up straight, "Only if it's the one off your back."
Whoa, Spencer's gutsy when she's intoxicated. I smirk and laugh to myself, "Well, if you don't put it on then you're gonna freeze, it's kinda chilly in here." I extend the shirt to her.
She looks from me to the shirt, "I bet you would give Erin the one off your back if she asked." she snatches the shirt from my hand.
"What does that mean?" I ask. And apparently a intoxicated Spencer's equals a jealous, gutsy girl.
"Nothi..." she mumbles as she puts on the shirt.
"Um, okay. Is there anything special you want? Something to drink?" she opens her mouth, "Something non-alcoholic."
She closes her mouth then smirks cutely. It's the kinda smirk where the corners of her mouth barely turn up, "I want something."
I walk closer to her, "What's that?"
She closes her eyes for a second then opens them real quick, "I want you to lay down with me." she grabs my right hand.
Oh. She is gutsy. Nice.
"Please?" she asks playing with my fingers.
"Okay." I say. How could I possibly say no? You tell me.
She smiles and scoots to the head of the bed while keeping a tight grip on my hand, meaning I'm going to the head of the bed along with her. I sit, upright, at the top of the head board. Spencer's still latched onto my right hand but you don't see me complaining.
She rests her head on my lap. My phone vibrates in my back pocket, "Don't get it."
"Well, at least let me see who it is, okay?" I ask and she nods her head into my lap. I smile as I reach, with my left hand, into my back pocket. I look at the screen. Erin. When the fuck will she ever learn.
"Who is it?" she asks.
"Um, Erin." I'm not lying to her this time even in her drunken state.
"Ew, nasty, nasty." Spencer says, "I don't ever wanna believe you even went out with her."
"Me, too," I smile, "I thought you said she was a good person. Cool, as I remember."
"Nah-uh," she yawns, "I said that you were cool. She's a bitch."
I laugh and place my phone to the left of me, "Why is that? What'd she do?"
"She's like... always around you. Always trying to be with you. She makes it hard for me."
That's really cute, Spencer-boo, "Hard for you to what?"
She looks up at me, "Hard for me to be around you. I cant if she's always trying to..." she pauses, "Weasel her way back into your life. Ugh, bitch."
I chuckle and start to rub her hair. Ooh, it's soft. Even though I don't really like babies... nasty, little, germy beasts if you ask me. But then again, they are just so darn cute. Sometimes.
The room goes silent and I have no problems with it. I like it. Spencer just resting on my legs, me petting her. It would be like this everyday if I get what I want.
"You know what?" Spencer says breaking the silence.
"What?" I ask.
She squeezes my hand, "I'm such a jealous person."
I sit and wait for her to continue.
"I hate how everyone is always all over you."
"When has anyone ever been all over me?" I ask and wishing I didn't. I mean, hello, Erin.
"Uh, tonight. First, Chrissy steps into the picture again and you get all smiley with her and then some girl she bought with her is smiley with you and then Erin drug you in the bathroom with her--"
"Before you say anything else, nothing happened between Erin and me. I told her there was someone else." I say pleading my case.
"Oh. Well that's good. But I just hated it." she sits up and still holds onto my hand, "Ashley."
"Spencer."
"I don't want anyone else to have you. I want you all for myself. I don't want to share you with anyone else. This is probably one of the first times I've ever been shellfish--"
"Selfish?" I interrupt her.
"That's what I said." she rolls her eyes but it looks like she's napping sitting up, "I want you. I want all of you. I want... you to be my girlfriend."
I smile.
"And if you don't want it then too bad because that's what I want. And if you won't then I cant be around you. But I hope you don't because... that would suck."
I snicker because I only understand half of what she said, "Spencer, I want you, too."
"Yeah?" she says getting the cutest, happiest impression on her face.
"Mhmm. I told Erin that there was someone else and it was you." I stare longingly into her eyes, "I meant it. I mean it."
Spencer leans in and kisses me. Single most sweetest kiss of the universe. I would probably think Spencer was a gift from god... if I was a holy roller or something. "And I mean that." she says with glossy eyes and a smile.
Kinda speechless, "I was hoping you did."
"I do. I don't care about anything else right now. You're all I think about. And I feel stupid that I waited until I was drunk to tell you all of this." she closes her eyes but continues to talk, "I want to be your friend."
"Friend?" I ask confused. She just said she wanted to be my--
"Girlfriend. Girlfriend, sorry. I want you to be mine. All mine."
"Are you asking me out?" I ask.
She nods, still with her eyes closed, "Yeah." she opens them and stares at me, in my eyes, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes, but wait, Spencer, I want you to be completely sure if this is what you want. Having a girlfriend and being a girl kinda causes..." I need to think about my words, "Some people really don't like it. A lot are very opinionated and--"
Spencer cuts me off, "I don't care. What matters to me most is yours and I's opinions. I like you. I don't care. And people that don't like that can shove it up their asssss." she says putting more S's on ass then necessary but I get the picture.
I smile, "Okay, Spencer. Okay. If you don't care then neither should I." I gulp then clear my throat, "I really want us to work. I'm completely ready to be in a relationship with you. You're all I think about. I feel like you're that something that I wake up for every morning. Because, let's face facts, I'm not in love with school." She giggles and I continue, "I feel deeply for you. I'm in like with you."
How was it?
xoxo