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Spencer's POV

"So after that, she broke up with me in a text message. A text message." Robin says with slight anger in her voice as she sips her coffee.

"A text message? Geez." I respond, cupping my Vanilla Latte in my hands. "What did you do?"

Robin starts to play with the cardboard of her own cup. "I went over to her house but she wouldn't talk to me. I know, I know I made a mistake. I apologized a million times, told her it would never happen again. I know I deserved to be dumped, but not in a text message."

"Man, I'm sorry Robin." I say with sincerity. "Honestly, if you cheated on me I would have killed you. But I would have liked to break up with you in person. Just to yell."

Robin chuckles lightly, her eyes glowing. "Fair point." She takes another sip of her coffee. "That was the biggest mistake I ever made." She says afterwards with regret lacing her even voice.

"Things happen." I tell her. "I'd still kill you though." I laugh, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

Robin smiles. "Yeah, I would never have cheated on you though."

I chuckle, meeting her eyes. "Thanks." I say sarcastically.

"So let me ask you a question Spencer." She says. I nod for her to continue. "If you weren't ridiculously in love with Ashley, would you have called me?"

My eyes search around the room, trying to find the answer to that question. Maybe the answer is in the comfy couches around the café. Or in the paintings on the walls. I saw it coming, I won't lie. It was easy to get along with Robin, and hanging out with her was nice.

"Probably, yeah." I say truthfully, finding her eyes. Robin nods a little bit and smiles slightly.

"Damn." Robin chuckles. "Oh well. The same thing happened to me, you know, with Grace. We spent all that time being friends, not knowing the other one felt more. But it was absolutely amazing while it lasted. I just wish I hadn't screwed it up so bad."

I nod. "Yeah, it really is amazing. I can't even remember how I managed without being with her." I grin to myself, thinking of Ashley.

Robin leans back in her chair. "How pissed is she that you're hanging out with me? I saw how protective of you she was the other day."

My heart thumps guiltily in my chest and a slight frown forms on my face. I didn't tell Ashley I was getting coffee with Robin. It's not like I purposely avoided it. When Robin called me I was already about to go out with my mom. So Robin's call was a welcome get-out-of-jail-free card from that likely disaster.

"Um, she doesn't know actually." I say and Robin raises her eyebrow. "I mean, I was already heading out when you called. But if Ashley comes after you with some kind of sharp weapon, I'm not holding myself responsible."

Robin laughs deeply. "Oh man. Let's hope that doesn't happen."

I take a sip of my coffee and smile at her. "Yeah, I hope for you."

"So, another question." Robin pauses. "Is Kyla gay?" She asks with some trepidation in her voice.

I cock my eyebrow up at her and smirk. "No, definitely not to my knowledge." Robin nods. "Why?" I ask her slowly.

Robin blushes just a tiny bit and I wait for her answer. "Cause she's hot, alright? And I know she plays those little word games and I like to think I do a pretty good job of keeping up. But sometimes I can't tell when she's lying." Robin rushes out and chuckles nervously when she's done.

"You- you think Kyla's hot?" I ask slowly, a smirk forming on my face once again.

"Yeah, have you seen the girl? It's kind of a shame." Robin says. "Don't you dare tell her I said that though, Spencer." She adds quickly.

I laugh hard. "I promise."

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When I get home a little later, Ashley is waiting outside my house. She's sitting on a bench calmly tapping her leg up and down. The slight breeze is blowing her hair around a little bit.

"Hey cutie." She says with a smile on her face as I walk up to her. "Where have you been? Paula said you went out, I thought you had to do your mother-daughter thing with her." Ashley smirks at the thought, probably glad she never has to do that.

"Oh, I, uh, went to get coffee with Robin." I tell her honestly.

Ashley's smirk fades. "What." She deadpans.

I search her face and I see anger slowly starting to creep through.

"I- she called me to hang out, so we got coffee, is that alright?" I ask her. She can't seriously get mad at me for hanging out with Robin, can she?

"No!" Ashley exclaims, throwing her hands in the air.

Apparently, she can.

"What do you mean, no?" I ask her, my voice a little sterner.

"Robin hit on you Spencer. She like, likes you. Why would you hang out with her?!" Ashley's face is all red now.

"I know she hit on me, Ashley. But she knows I'm with you. It's not like she was gunna do anything about it, she wouldn't." I say loudly, a little angry myself now. I should be able to hang out with who ever I want.

Ashley scoffs roughly. "Yeah, right. How naïve are you, Spencer."

"Hey!" I yell louder than I want to. "She knows how I feel about you and how I see her as onlya friend. I'm not naïve. I'm perfectly aware."

"You can't hang out with her." Ashley spits out quickly, disregarding everything I just said.

My heart starts to beat faster and I feel myself getting seriously pissed off. Adrenaline pumping in my ears. I was just about to tell her how Robin likes Kyla, but that thought is totally lost when she says I can't hang out with Robin.

"Excuse me?" I say roughly to her.

"You heard me." Ashley says slowly, her eyebrows scrunched together, eyes narrowed.

"I can hang out with whoever the hell I want to. You can't tell me not to hang out with her." I say loudly.

"I think I just did." Ashley says in a low voice. Obviously trying to control herself from yelling.

I glare hard at her. "Well, I don't care."

"You fuckin' should! I don't go around hanging out with girls who have hit on me or girls I have hit on, because if I remember correctly, Spencer, you didn't really push her away." Ashley yells angrily, her voice getting louder by the second.

"Like you could fit all those girls in one room." I yell back, my chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline coursing through me.

Ashley's eyes go wide and I think mine do too. I didn't mean to say that. I didn't think. That was bad.

"I can't believe you just fucking said that." Ashley says through gritted teeth. Her eyes have a mixture of anger and hurt in them. It's the hurt that makes me wish I had never said that.

"Ash, I'm sor-" I start.

"Whatever Spencer." Ashley says and walks away from me.

My nerves are too hyped up to go after her and then she's gone, driving fast down the street and away from me. Her car gets smaller and smaller in the distance and then she's gone. Leaving a trail of L.A. humidity and anger in her wake.

"Shit." I mutter to myself.

This is the first fight that me and Ashley have ever had as a couple. We've fought before as friends, but I can truthfully say this is way worse than every other fight combined. The thing that angers me is that it is such a stupid fight. Over Robin? I don't care about her. This fight is not even worth having, but here I am. Sitting in my room with my heart pounding painfully in my chest. I am trying to calm my breathing down but it's not working.

I know I shouldn't have said that, it was so out of line. Bringing up her past is something I vowed never to do, even when we weren't together. I feel like crap for saying those words. Because that Ashley is long gone, I know that for a fact.

I know that's not the real Ashley. Not the Ashley that I am in love with.

What I said was like a sucker-punch to the gut, totally unfair.

I don't like this whole fighting thing. As hard as I try to, I can't stop thinking about it. And I can't sleep. I went to bed at eleven and at four thirty in the morning I am still wide-awake. I never go to bed without talking to her. Ever.

I hate this I think to myself.

A half an hour later I decide to just sneak out and go to her house. I don't know what I'll say or what she'll say. But that is the only thing I can think of to do. And it's partially selfish, yes. Because I need to see her.

As I am unlatching my window and getting ready to climb out my body collides with something jumping through the same window.

I fall back hard onto my wood floor with a clumsy Ashley landing on top of me. I grab the back of my head and squeeze my eyes shut. That hurt.

"Shit, Spence, I'm sorry." Ashley mumbles as I open my eyes. For being mad at me, she still hasn't gotten off from on top of me. And even though I'm still mad at her too, I can't stop thinking about how insanely good her body feels on top of mine.

She finally gets up and I push myself up from the floor.

"What the hell Ashley? It's five o' clock in the morning." I say, my hand massaging my banged head.

Even though it's a little dark, I see her eyes narrow at me. "Yeah, well you were doing the same thing, correct?" She says, crossing her arms over her chest.

Stop thinking she looks sexy when she's mad.

"Whatever." I mumble.

We're both quiet for a minute or two. It's not awkward quiet. It's just plain quiet. Which in some way is kind of worse. I can't take this anymore, so I speak first, which I know she's waiting for.

"Look, I'm sorry Ash, that I said that. It was horrible, and you didn't deserve to have that thrown at you." I tell her honestly.

"No, I didn't. But it's okay, I know you didn't me-" She says but I cut her off, because I can hear that tone in her voice. The one that tells me that she thinks she has won this fight.

"But," I continue, surprising her by interrupting her, "I'm not sorry for anything else. Well, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was hanging out with Robin, okay? But you cannot tell me not to see a friend." I finish sternly.

Ashley takes a step closer to me so that she's right in front of me now. She slowly drags her eyes up and down my body. And I remember I'm only wearing a tight white tank top and short shorts. I see her swallow.

"Fine. But I don't like it." She says so low it's almost like a growl. And I'm mad at myself because I should still be mad at her but I'm too busy being turned on by her voice.

"Well, you're gunna have to get used to it." I say roughly and my breath catches as I feel her warm hand rub my stomach softly as it sneaks under my tank top. Her fingers are making shapes on my skin, and I am getting hotter by the second.

I fight to keep my eyes open and my breathing in check and steady. I bite my lip.

"I don't want her touching you." Ashley says in that growl again, a little more roughly and loudly. She is all over my personal space. Inches away from me. And her angry tone is so incredibly sexy I almost moan for no reason at all.

And then before I can speak she pushes me on my bed so I am pinned on my back, her hands holding my arms tight above my head, and her face dangerously close to mine.

You're angry, you're angry, you're angry.

I barely hold in the moan that threatens to escape me when Ashley sinks her teeth into my neck and slips her leg in between mine.

"She won't. You're the only one that I want touching me." I say slowly, breath jagged. I am losing my confidence quickly.

Ashley's eyes are heavily lidded and I hear her grunt lightly after I speak my words. She comes close to me, like she's going to kiss me but she just licks my upper lip sensually.

This time I can't hold back my distressed whimper as I try to move my arms, but she keeps them in place. All I can do is arch my lower body up to get more friction with her thigh. Every time I try, Ashley just pushes me back down. The feeling of being trapped underneath her is torture, ecstasy, and so sexy all at the same time.

And a dominant, animalistic Ashley is just plain sexy.

"You promise." Ashley says slowly, looking at me intently. Her chest is breathing heavily up and down, as is mine. It's not her asking me. It's her telling me to promise her that. And that is something I can do.

Because I would never want anyone but her.

"Promise." I whisper to her mouth. I can't take anymore, my whole entire body is aching for her. "Kiss me. Now." I pant and I see her smirk before she follows my demand.

I have never had such a sexy kiss.

And now I understand why make-up sex is the best kind.

Ashley's POV

I mumble slightly as I feel the soreness in my body take over.

My eyes flutter open from the blinding sunlight coming in through the window. I am momentarily confused as to where I am and why I'm not in my bed. And then I remember.

The fight. Me sneaking into Spencer's room. The make-up sex.

I feel Spencer's light breathing on the back of my neck as she pulls me further into her body. Her hand is half way up the front of my shirt and our legs are tangled together. I smile.

I look at her clock across the room and see that it's 7:30 AM. Even though I got to Spencer's house at five we only went to bed at six. Giving us an hour and a half of sleep. I want so badly to just go back to bed with her warm body pressed up against mine, but unfortunately we have to go to school.

I turn around in Spencer's embrace. "Spence." I whisper lightly.

"Mmm Ash." She mumbles sleepily. I stop myself from moaning at the sound of her groggy, deep voice.

"Spencer." I say, shaking her a tiny bit. "You have to get up."

Her eyes flutter open and she smiles when she sees my face right in front of hers. Then she looks past me at her clock and she's suddenly sitting up in bed, her hair all crazy and her face panicked. I can't help but notice that her shorts are very low down on her hips.

"Crap!" She says, getting out of bed. "We have school in half an hour! Crap!"

"Chill Spence, we'll be ready in fifteen." I say, slowly getting out of bed.

"My mother, Ashley. She's still home!" She hisses at me.

"Oh fuck." I say as I pull my jeans on. Spencer comes over to me and pulls on my arm towards her door.

"You have to get out of here. She always comes into my room."

I hop along, one leg still out of my pants. "Spence, let me put my pants on." I whine to her.

"You're such a slowpoke." She answers, going towards her door.

"That's not what you said last night." I mumble and Spencer glares hard at me. I guess my joke was not appreciated.

Spencer cracks her door open a little and sticks her head out. Then she steps out slowly, still looking around.

"Shit, what if she sees me? Do you think she heard us?" I ask nervously.

I do not want the wrath of Paula.

"Be quiet." Spencer hisses, her eyes wide.

She pulls me quickly down the hallway and to the stairs. I hope to whatever god there is that Paula is not awake, or not downstairs. Spencer grabs my hand and hurriedly drags me downstairs and to the door.

"I'll see you later." She whispers and gives me a quick peck on the lips. I smile at her as she opens the door for me and lightly pushes me through.

As I'm leaving, I hear Mr. C chuckle and say, "Have a good day, Ashley."