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Flashback, Spencer's POV

*Knock Knock*

I walk up to my front door and open it. Ashley is standing there with a box in her arms.

"I'm here to drop off your stuff." All I can do is nod. We haven't talked in three days, since our big fight. I've been so depressed and haven't talked to anybody.

Ashley looks down at my hand, which is wrapped in an Ace bandage. "What did you hit this time, another wall?"

"No. Punching bag." She rolls her eyes and walks into my house.

" I have your sweatshirts and cds and movies and other things." Again, I nod, avoiding looking at her.

"I need to tell you something, too." I slowly look up at her, my eyes narrowing. "I, um, Daniel and I...we had sex last week."

I stare at her. That familiar numbness spreading from my mind to the rest of my body. I turn away from her. Anger slowly takes over and all I can see is red.

"Spence..." She tries to turn me around but I yank my arm away. I don't want her to see the hurt and tears.

"You're a bitch."

"Spencer, I'm-"

"Don't. You're not fucking sorry. You cheated on me again. Good to know I don't actually mean anything to you."

"That's not true! I love you."

"Yeah, that's obvious." I walk over to my window. I'm shaking so hard right now, trying to control the impulse to start punching things. Ashley grabs me hard and turns me around. She hesitates, seeing the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"It was a mistake, Spencer. I messed up, but I felt so alone because all we've been doing is fighting."

"That's not a fucking excuse, Ashley. I've been lonely too, but I haven't gone out and fucked anybody." I glare at her, trying to convey with my eyes how much hatred I felt at that moment. She doesn't respond and looks down at the floor.

"This was your last chance. I'm done with you, Ashley. Fuck you. Hope he was worth it because I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Get out my house."

That was the last conversation I had with Ashley. For a few weeks after that incident, my friends and brother, all of whom I had been avoiding, came over and held an intervention of sorts.

"Sweetheart, I know it hurts, but you can't shut everyone out." Chelsea said, grabbing my hand.

"Yeah Spence, Mom and Dad told us that you don't leave the house unless it's to work or go to school. This isn't healthy. Even your boss over at the paper has said your sales have been lower than ever." Glen says, sympathetic look.

When Glen, Chelsea, Aiden, Kyla, and Sean came over, I walked past them all without saying a word and locked myself into my room. Unfortunately, Glen knows how to pick locks and the next thing I knew, the five of the them were standing in my room, blocking the doorway so I couldn't escape. I decided then to just sit on my bed and hope they'd all leave. I haven't talked to any of them, preferring to be by myself. The hurt and shock haven't quite worn off yet.

"Spence," Aiden crouches down in front of me, putting his thumb under my chin and lifting it up, forcing me to look at him. "I've missed my best friend, please don't ignore me anymore," he pleads. I look into his eyes and see the worry smoldering there. Aiden has always been great to me, always willing to listen and be there for me whenever I fought with Ashley and couldn't go to her.

Kyla clears her throat and I briefly look at her. It was kind of hard seeing her here, because she's Ashley's sister. I know Kyla has always been a good friend and had nothing to do with Ashley's actions, but it didn't make it any easier for me. "I know you probably don't care or even want to hear this, but Ashley's miserable too. She doesn't go out either, she...she hasn't even seen Daniel in the last few weeks. He's come over, but she refuses to see him or anyone else."

I clench and unclench my jaw, biting back my retort. Hearing Daniel's name is like a knife being thrust into my heart.

"Oh come on Spencer, talk to us!" Sean steps forward and sits down next to me. "You need to do something, get out off the house, take up a hobby!" He throws his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him.

"Yeah, Spence!" Glen exclaims, and everyone else nods and murmurs their agreement.

I look around at them and see the pleading on all their faces. Finally, I speak up. "I appreciate that you guys care but I'm hurting. A lot. I loved her. I still love her. I know I wasn't the greatest to her but she betrayed my trust again and treated me badly. I just, I just don't feel like doing anything."

"Spencer," Aiden stands up and crosses his arms. "As your best friend, I am making you leave this house this weekend and do something. I am taking you surfing; you always said you liked it when you tried it in Santa Cruz. So we are going to pick out a board for you and try it. That's final." I look up and see how serious he is and can't help but slightly smile. He grins back and pulls me off the bed, giving me a huge hug.

We went that weekend and stayed at the beach all day. It turned out that I was pretty good at it. Aiden and I went out to the beach four times a week and after a month, he surprised me by saying he signed me up for a competition. What was an even bigger surprise was that I won first place and entered more tournaments. I immediately fell in love with the sport because not only was it a mental and physical challenge, it made me happy and was the only thing that could take my mind off of Ashley.

And that's how I got into surfing.

Present, Spencer's POV

Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I heard, "I love you, Spencer."