I had trouble looking up all throughout lunch. Everytime I did, I just saw Spencer staring at me, kind of inquisitively. She really was beautiful. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and she kinda had these pink, red lips, naturally. She even had a white flower in her hair today too.

"Ashley?"

"What?" I asked coming out of my daze, seeing Spencer smirk out of the corner of my eye. Shut up, bitch.

"Coby asked if you had a boyfriend."

"Oh," and I think my oh lingered too long.

"Is that no?" Coby asked, somewhat hopefully. I thought he had a girlfriend.

"No. I don't. Single me. Single and ready to mingle. Free free free," so I ramble when I get nervous.

"Why have you guys not fucked yet?" Spencer asked rather bluntly and I actually did choke on my ice tea.

Aiden looked at me, not really knowing what to say and Coby looked at me which left Spencer staring at me fully intent on knowing why, "Who says we haven't?" I asked her, playing her game.

"It's obvious. You have the we've been friends for a while and nothing has ever happened between us look."

"There's a look for that?" I try to change the subject, poorly, I might add.

"Anyway, why haven't you guys?"

"Aiden's like my brother."

"Ouch! The line every guy hates to hear," Coby hoots.

Aiden flicks his hand but in a very ungaylike way, "Nah, it's good this way." Aiden's so convincing.

"So, why don't you have a boyfriend?" Coby asks me.

"Why doesn't Aiden have a girlfriend?"

"I did...for like...16 months. How could you forget Madison?"

"Oh...right. Time flies when you're having fun."

"She was a bitch, bro," Coby reminds him.

"It's still fresh. A month isn't that long," he pouts.

Spencer focuses it back on me, "So why don't you have a boyfriend?" she grills.

"I don't...I have to pee," I squeak out as I hurry to the bathroom.

As I'm sitting in the stall, not really peeing because my pants are on, the door opens and by her heels I know it's her.

"Ashley, I know you're in here so eventually you have to come out…no pun intended."

I groan, knowing she's got me corned so I come out...of the stall. Shut up, "Hey," I avoid her stare and go to wash my hands.

"You can't hide from it."

"From what?" I ask knowing fully well what she's talking about.

"We had sex, Ashley. Really hot, amazing sex."

I wince at the words, "Uh, if you say so."

She laughs sincerely, "Hun, you can't change what happened."

"I know. I just don't see why you and everyone else insists upon talking about it," I throw back as I continue to wash my hands and look down at said hands.

I can feel her walking towards me. Plus, I can hear the sound of her red Mary Janes as she stops. She turns the faucet off and grabs a paper towel and then grabs my wrists, trying to dry my hands, "Ashley, look at me."

I force my head to look up, "It doesn't have to mean any more than what you make it...I guess," she smiles sincerely.

"I was really drunk. And we had sex. That's all it was."

"All right, then. That's all it was," she turned around to leave and then stopped, "Except, for the record, I wasn't the one who initiated it. Just so you know. I actually tried to stop it."

"And what happened?" I ask curiously.

"We won beer pong, as you might remember. We decided to go celebrate and so we had some more shots and then you were all, 'You know what the ultimate celebration is?' and I was all 'What is it, Ashley?' and you were all, 'Celebratory Sex,' and then you totally began to make out with me and I tried to tell you you were drunk and you kept telling me that if you didn't want to do it you wouldn't be doing this."

I think I turned a whole new shade of red, "Well isn't that nice."

She laughed, "And then you said something like, 'I know it must turn you on that all I'm wearing are skimpy lacey underwear so lets just do it,'."

"And did it?"

"Did what?" she asked confused.

"Did it turn you on?"

"Nothing I haven't seen before," she shrugged. She's so full of shit.

"Why, Miss Carlin I think it turned you on," I quipped and then walked out the door, Spencer quickly following.

"So did you ladies have fun in there?" Coby asked with too much intrigue.

"I had to wash my hands," I piped.

"And I helped," Spencer challenged.

Aiden looked confused, "So are you guys saying you did or did not have sex again?"

There it was. In the open. Blinds pulled up. First one to say it out loud...while we were all together. And it couldn't be taken back and that's what I hated. It pained me to hear it because now people were going to thing I was some lesbian and nothing against lesbians because I've been friends with lesbians but I'm not one.

"We didn't have sex," I don't even know why I'm trying to deny it. It's kind of a fact we did that I'd like to change. Like, I want to build a time machine and go back in time to that night and prevent the shots.

"Uh, yeah, we did," she pointed out very matter-of-factly.

"Prove it!" I stuck my tongue out, very pleased with my child like manner because she couldn't.

She smirked and I knew I just made the biggest mistake of my life, other than last night, "Well, I can tell you that when Ashley orgasms her toes clench really hard and it's kinda cute and I actually have a scratch on my back from where you gripped me so tight. I mean, babe, I knew I was good, but I must have been really good. I can also tell you that if you suck on Ashley's-"

"We get it!" I yell, irritated that she'd go there. So much for classy.

"That could have been a lucky guess," Aiden suggested, and I can't decide whether he's trying to be a good friend by saving me or trying to make excuses, willing what happened last night to not be true.

Coby rolled his eyes, "No. It happened. I'm pretty sure I heard it."

And now I reached a whole new level of mortification, "You...you h-heard it?"

"I guess Spencer's pretty good, huh?"

I blink a few times, "I don't remember."

"Maybe you're going to have to reenact it, then," Coby winked.

"I'm not gay," I tell him. Gotta be straight up with people sometimes.

"Of course you're not."

~*~

"I can't believe you had to come with me," I groaned as I pushed the basket to the baking aisle.

"Well, I do consume half the food in the house so I should be able to pick out half the food you buy."

"But, I'm buying this for me."

"Ash, I buy you things all the time. If I want a couple things, I don't think it'd be too much for me to ask."

I gave him my best glare and squinted, "You make more than me a month. No. Fucking. Way."

"We make practically the same amount of money."

"You work at the market!" I tried to convince him that he had it better in the food department.

"The discounts aren't that good," he lied as she sheepishly looked at his feet.

"I'm not buying your groceries, bitch."

"Then I'm never buying you coffee."

"Huh?"

"You work at Starbucks. No more coffee for you."

"Aiden, you pay with my work card so you always get discounts, even for yourself."

"Whoa, are we having a couples quarrel over here?" Billy asked as he came upon Aiden and I arguing. Hey, Billy!

"No. Ashley's just being selfish."

He took a good look at me, really sizing me up, now that he was pretty sober, I'd assume. He gave me this weird look, "Apparently she's not too selfish," he laughed and would you look who came up behind him.

"Billy, I think we should get some- Oh, hey Aiden! Ashley," she said a little more cold.

"I was just getting reaquainted with, Ashley here since we were both a little under the influence last time we met," Billy informed her, eyes not leaving me. Oh, jesus, I know that look. He's imagining something...something sick, "But uh, not as aquainted as you've gotten, I'm sure."

Spencer's horrified look matched mine, "W-w-what?"

Billy looked at Aiden, "You know about this dude?" and pointed the finger between us two.

Aiden rolled his eyes, "It was a one time thing. They were both really drunk."

"I think Ashley was a bit more gone than Spencer. Might want to learn how to handle your liquor, babe," he informed me because you know, he's really good at handling his liquor...obviously.

"You were disgusting when you were drunk," I spat out, "At least I don't drool on people."

"I don't know. Spencer, does Ashley drool when she's drunk?"

Still in shock she barely even comes to focus, "What?"

"Did she drool on you while she was inside of you?"

"Dude, you're being really inappropriate," Aiden told him, clearly pissed off.

"Whatever. Forget about it. Already forgotten. Wala! Anyways, I'm having another party this Saturday night. You guys should come...and pace yourselves."

Aiden eyed him more than a little irritated, "We'll see what we've got going on, yeah?" he turned and looked at me, his eyes telling me that if I didn't want to go we didn't need to go.

"I'll think about it."

We waved goodbye and continued on our merry way when Spencer called out after me, "Ashley!"

"What?" I turned around waiting for her to say something.

"Check your contacts list. You'll find a little surprise," she smiled sweetly, and then kept walking with Billy.

As we walked away I shuffled through all the names and landed on Spencer:) and it made me chuckle.

"The old fuck and leave your number in their phone routine," Aiden sighed, fondly remembering some good times he's had.

"What is this routine exactly?"

"It means they were hot and you wanted to do them so you did but you realized in the course of doing that that they'd be good to get to know so you decided you wouldn't mind it being more than a one night stand therefore giving them your number, hoping they'll call you or text you."

"Wow. Maybe that's just what it means when you do it."

"Yeah, because you know, people like to leave their numbers in peoples' phones just to never be called by them," he replied sarcastically. Ass.

"Well, I like making new friends."

"Ash, you do realize she's a lesbian, right?"

"She is? I thought she was just a drunk straight girl like me," I laughed at how ridiculous that sounded as soon as it left my mouth.

"No. She's uh...very gay," he cautioned.

"Yay! A lesbian friend."

"Just...be careful okay?"

"Why? It's not like Spencer's going to rape me Aiden, god."

"No, I just mean. Watch out. For her. For her feelings I mean. If she likes you, you wouldn't want to lead her on."

"No no no no no. She knows we're just friends. We talked in the bathroom. It's all good," I smiled at him confidently.

"If you say so."