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Chapter Nine: Story of a Girl

I've never believed in second chances. My father always said, "You only get one shot to do things right in life. And if you screw it up the first time… well, then you're fucked." It was one of the few things my dad taught me before he died.

In high school, when I royally fucked up the only relationship I ever would have stayed in, I figured I wouldn't get a second shot with it. With her.

But when Spencer Carlin walked back into my life, my strong belief that second chances didn't exist decreased some. It kept decreasing the more I spent time with her. And it completely erased from my mind the night she told me she still loved me.

Now, don't think I never thought about the fact that she lived five hours away from me, or that she had a girlfriend, or that maybe, I wouldn't be able to handle being with her again. Because I did. And let me tell you, I told myself that whatever happened, I would never hurt her another time. But that night, when she was so nicely wrapped in my arms, all I could think about was her.

Before that night, I had kept trying to tell Spencer I still had feelings for her, still loved her. But each time I got interrupted. The second time it happened was because of her girlfriend, Sam. That time I couldn't take it. I was sitting there, trying to tell this girl that I loved her, but then couldn't because she got a call from the girl she loved.

I went to Lauren after that, and I know what you're thinking. Why was I ever associated with this girl in the first place? Well, I'll tell you. After Spencer moved, all I did was sleep around. Most recently though: Lauren. She was the only girl that I ever fucked who pursued me so much after that I just gave in. It also didn't suck that she was smoking hot and great in bed.

So when I left Spencer's that day, Lauren was the only one around so I went to her. We had sex, but after, I just felt horrible. And the next day, I decided it was time, once and for all, to tell Spencer how I felt. Oh, and I dumped Lauren too. You have no idea how good that felt.

The morning after spending the night with Spencer, my joy was short lived, because I got called into work. I wrote songs and produced at a label downtown, and I loved what I did, but at that moment all I wanted to do was spend time with Spencer. When I got home, I was expecting a talk, but she decided against it and we went back to her brother's.

Time seemed to stand still for awhile, but when the doorbell rang, and Samantha Bradley walked through the threshold, everything was sent into motion again.

When I watched them hug, my belief that second chances didn't exist slowly made its way back to me.

Apparently, Sam had been planning this little trip the minute Spencer left. She knew she couldn't get the two weeks off of work, but could get at least one, and so she decided to surprise Spencer by coming to LA. It was all so disgustingly sweet, if you ask me. I wanted to puke.

Actually, I wanted to puke a lot. Especially from seeing Spencer and Sam act all lovey dovey towards each other. They hugged, kissed, and held hands like every other couple, but occasionally Spencer's eyes glanced to mine. I tried my best not to look hurt.

It didn't work.

I tried to leave once, but Spencer looked at me with her sad, blue eyes and said, "You're leaving?"

Sam was talking to Glen, so she couldn't hear us, but I still spoke in a low voice. "Yeah, Spencer. You expect me to sit here with you and your girlfriend? I don't think so." I tried to step away, but she grabbed my wrist. Damn her and her soft hands.

She frowned, and I could tell she felt guilty. She glanced over her shoulder to the kitchen where Sam and Glen were, then back to me. "Look, I'm sorry that she's here, but… there's nothing I can do right now. We have to talk later though."

"And we will, I just… need to leave. I can't watch you with her, Spencer."

She nodded, and let go of my wrist.

"I love you," I whispered so quietly that I don't think she even heard.

I got in my car and saw a new message on my phone.

I love you too.

As I drove away, a single tear made its way down my cheek.

"What happened?" Aiden asked as closed my front door. He knew about last night with Spencer, but I texted him asking him to come over. He knew something was up.

"Spencer's girlfriend is here." I looked down at my hands that were resting on my legs as I sat cross legged on my couch.

"In LA?" He sat down next to me.

"No, Aiden, in Sacramento. Of course, LA, you idiot." I rolled my eyes.

He held up his hands. "Woah, calm down. Why is she here?"

"Came to surprise Spencer, I guess. She's staying here for the rest of Spencer's visit."

"Oh. Did you meet her?"

I nodded.

"Well?"

I sighed. "She's great. I spent twenty minutes trying to find some flaw in her, but I couldn't find anything."

Aiden chuckled. This was not a funny matter.

"And Spencer acted so different around her, it made me sick."

"So what's going to happen with you and Spencer?"

I sighed and let my head fall back on the couch. "I don't know… I mean, I would literally give up anything to be with her right now. You have no idea."

"…I actually have some idea."

I didn't lift my head up, but I let my eyes roll to his. "Aiden."

"What?"

"You're talking about my sister right?"

He shrugged and didn't say anything.

I lifted my head up this time. "You two need to seriously get it together."

"I've been trying to get her to be my girlfriend again, but she just won't say yes!"

"Come on, you know she loves you."

"Then why won't she be with me?"

It was my turn to shrug.

"Ashley, you do know! I know she tells you stuff," He got off the couch and onto one knee, putting his hands together in front of his face. "Please, just tell me what she told you. It would help so much."

"Aiden, I can't."

"Please, Ash, you're my best friend."

"Don't pull the best friend card okay? Because sometimes the sister card trumps it, like right now."

He sighed, and sat back on the couch.

"Now, can we please get back to my dilemma? It's worse than yours."

"There's nothing to talk about though. You know it's all up to Spencer now."

He was right. Unusual for him, because he's so stupid, that he's usually always wrong. I hated it.

"In the mean time, we could go prowlin' tonight."

"First of all, it's Tuesday and you have work in the morning, and second of all… I don't do that anymore."

"First of all," He was mocking me. "Since when does having to work in the morning really affect me going out? Never. And second of all... what do you mean, 'you don't do that anymore'? You did it last week!"

"Doesn't matter. I'm stopping. If I have any chance whatsoever at getting Spencer back, the fucking random girls each night has to stop."

Aiden shook his head in disbelief. Was it really that unbelievable that I was changing? I sure didn't think so.

"Maybe you should consider doing what I'm doing…" I said as I got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Why do you say that?"

"I'm not saying anything, but uh, K-Y-L-A."

He ran into the kitchen. "So that's what it is? Does she want me to stop going out all the time?"

"I don't know, Aiden." I opened the fridge and smiled. This boy was so stupid, I swear.