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Ashley's POV

I groan when Spencer's soft lips meet the flesh of my neck. I run my hands up and down her sides, and I feel hers slip in my shirt and go around my neck.

We never made it inside my house. We are now outside, in the driveway. And Spencer is straddling me in the passenger seat. I'm not sure how she got there. A goodnight hug turned into a goodnight kiss. And a goodnight kiss turned into a goodnight make-out session.

"You're amazing." Spencer says into my ear right before her tongue traces the outside edges of it.

I bring her mouth back to meet mine. My mouth needs her. I earn a moan from her when I suck gently on her delicious tongue. Her moan goes right through my mouth and right through my body. Therefore, my hands travel down her to her ass and I squeeze it gently, grinning into her mouth. Spencer's hands come to my chest.

"I should have done that so long ago." I breathe against her neck, and then kiss it forcefully.

"Mmhmm." Is all the noise she makes as I kiss the side of her neck.

A knock on my window interrupts me from Spencer's neck. I roll it down to find Robin standing right outside of it. Her eyebrows are scrunched up due to Spencer in my lap. Spencer doesn't even move off of me, which I am of course very happy about, as Robin starts to speak.

"Oh, sorry guys. I was just wondering if I could get a ride home?" She asks Spencer.

"Yeah sure. Give me a sec?" Spencer answers. Robin nods and goes to the other side of the car. I roll the window back up as Spencer goes back into the driver's seat.

"Are you okay to go home?" I turn to her, my voice laced with protection.

Spencer nods and smiles softly. "Yeah I think so. I have to sometime."

I nod. "Okay. Goodnight cutie." I smile at her as I peck her sweet lips.

I get out of the car and wink to her as I start towards the door. "'Night Robin." I yell over my shoulder.

And I feel like the biggest loser right now because I miss Spencer already. Geez, that girl seriously just turns me into a pile of mush. All the time.

Mush, mush, mush.

"How was your night?" I ask Kyla with a smile on my face as I walk into the kitchen. She's sitting on a stool, reading some kind of magazine.

Kyla doesn't look up when answering. "Why are you so chipper?"

I laugh at her, reaching across the counter to grab a poptart. They remind me of Spencer and I smile even more, like a stupid fool.

"No reason, just in a good mood I guess." I tell her when I sit down across from her.

"My night was pretty good." She says, flipping a page. "Me, Robin, and Glen watched like five million Lifetime movies. That's about it. How was your night?" She asks absentmindedly.

I shrug, biting into my poptart. "Good. I ate some stew. Bitched at Paula. Came home."

Kyla's head shoots up, her eyes giving me a wide look, one of disbelief. "You what?" she asks in an excited voice.

"Ate some stew." I repeat, grinning at her.

Kyla cocks her eyebrow at me. "What happened?"

I tell Kyla pretty much everything that happened tonight. About how much of a fucking bitch Spencer's mother is. How I told her to stop being mean to her daughter. I feel good that I did that. But that doesn't cross out the fact that I am still nervous. Me and Spencer are good, but I know she has a lot to deal with concerning her mother. I don't want Spencer to be hurt by that woman. I don't want Spencer to be hurt by anyone, really.

"Damn." Kyla says when I end my story. "What do you think is going to happen?"

I sigh. "I don't know. Will you help me kill Paula and then hide the body? I was thinking we could throw it in the ocean or something like that."

Kyla just looks at me and then puts her head back into her magazine, which I now know is Cosmopolitan. "No Ashley."

"Fine, be a party pooper." I say to her as I wipe the crumbs off the counter and onto the floor. "So seriously, you're not gunna go after Robin?"

Kyla sighs and closes that stupid magazine, finally. "Not right now. I like her a lot, but I just really like being her friend. Plus, if I'm her friend I can playfully flirt with her and stuff and not have it be all complicated and shit."

I roll my eyes. "Nice, Kyla."

"I think she still likes her ex anyway. She was texting her tonight."

I rack my brain, trying to remember the story Spencer told me about Robin and her ex-girlfriend. I know she told me, but the details are coming up fuzzy. We were at the beach when she told me it, and Spencer was wearing a very small, red bikini. I really don't remember much else besides that.

"Right, um, Greta, or something." I say, knowing her name starts with a G.

Kyla snorts and get up off the stool. "Grace." She says. "Grace is to Robin as Spencer is to you. Basically."

"Ah, I see." I say, thinking hard. I know that phrase she just used has a special name. Like when they say "this is to that as that is to this." You know what I'm talking about?

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"Why are we here, again?" I ask to no one in particular as I am squished up against a wall surrounded by people who I have no clue who they are.

"Because. To support Robin, she wanted her friends with her." Aiden says, taking a sip of his red Solo cup.

"We're Robin's friends?"

Spencer gives me a look. "Yes, Ash."

I shrug. "Right. We're Robin's friends."

We had found ourselves at some random party, in some random neighborhood, with a bunch of random people that I had never seen or met. Robin brought us here, and I swear she knew like every fucking person. I guess they were all from the previous high school she had attended. Supposedly, we came with her to meet this mystery girl Grace that she was suddenly talking to again. Spencer was excited to go. As was Aiden. I, on the other hand, was not. Don't get me wrong. I love parties and stuff. But I really just wanted to hang out with Spencer, alone. Over the past week I had unconsciously glued myself to her, not wanting to be without her for a minute. It was unnaturally clingy for me.

But whatever.

I felt like I shouldn't leave her side at all. In the meantime, Spencer had made no progress with her mother. Paula still blatantly ignored her and Spencer the same. We rarely spoke about it. I think her upset side was dissolving and all of a sudden she was just seriously angry about it. It was kind of scary, but also incredibly sexy at the same time. The only time we did talk about it would be when she went off on these long rambling tangents about how much of a bitch Paula is. Which I can totally agree with.

But the way she got all worked up just made me want to jump her. All the time.

"Fuck." I mumble as some flailing body knocks into me and sloshes my beer all over me.

Great party.

"I'll be right back." I tell Spencer as I make my way through the crap-load of people towards the kitchen. Hopefully there will be some napkins of paper-towels or something.

I am starting to think the only way to survive this party will be to get hammered. So this is what I will do.

I clean off my shirt with a sketchy looking hand rag and have just downed my second shot when I feel a presence behind me.

"Hey there." A voice says and I turn around to see some girl I have never seen before.

She's on the shorter side, with very short, very blonde, hair. If this were a different time, I would be finding this girl very attractive. But now, the first thing I do is compare her hair to Spencer's. Not as pretty. Compare her eyes to Spencer's. Not as bright or twinkly. Compare her smile to Spencer's. Not as wide or endearing.

"Uh, hi." I say. And I am surprised when I hear the slight slur in my voice.

How many shots did I just take?

"What's up, I haven't seen you before." She says, putting a hand in her pocket and giving me a smile.

"Yeah, I came with a friend, actually." I tell her.

She bobs her head. I steady myself against the counter. And I see red hair coming towards me and this weirdo girl.

"Hey." Robin says as she comes to the side of the short blonde. "You guys met already?"

I look at her in confusion. "What?"

"Ashley, this is Grace. Grace, Ashley, one of the friends I told you I brought." Robin says, looking between us. But mostly looking at Grace. Who I am now realizing is her ex-girlfriend thingy or whatever.

Grace flashes Robin a happy smile. And Robin gives one back.

Lame.

I don't enjoy cuteness like this unless it includes Spencer and I.

"Nice to meet you." I tell the short blonde, Grace.

"You too."

Robin interjects on the small-talk greetings, bullshit pleasantry. "Come on, meet everyone else. I think they're in the other room."

The three of us head out of the kitchen and into the room where there is a large mass of people. I feel a little dizzy but then that happy-drunk state comes over me. I haven't drank too much so this is a nice feeling.

When we find everybody else I see Aiden dancing slightly with Spencer, although they're mostly just laughing. They both look at me, Robin, and Grace when we near them.

"Spencer, Aiden, this is Grace." Robin smiles as she introduces them.

"Hi!" Aiden says cheerily. He gives her a hug and I know he's drunk. He only hugs people when he's drunk.

I leave Robin's side and go to Spencer. "You're so pretty." I speak slowly, grabbing her shirt towards me.

"You're drunk." Spencer laughs out, bringing a hand to push back my hair.

"Yes." I say into her neck. "And you're hot." Spencer laughs but then her laughter turns into a moan when I kiss her neck. Okay, lick her neck.

"Oh, are you two together?" A voice interrupts my time with Spencer's neck. I glare hard at Grace.

Spencer nods with a smile on her face. "Yeah, we are. Nice to meet you, Robin told me a lot about you."

Grace smiles slyly. "All good I hope." She chuckles.

"Of course." Spencer says, sneakily putting one of her hands in my back pocket. I almost let out a moan at such simple, simple contact.

Robin then comes next to Grace.

"I hope you guys are getting along." She says, with a trace of something in her voice. Something that tells me she wants us to like this girl.

Robin and Grace start to talk to each other blah blah blah. I'm not interesting in them, I'm more interested in looking at Spencer's tight shirt.

"You're prettier than her." I murmur to Spencer.

She smiles, but I see her turn red. "Ashley."

"What? It's truuuue. And she can't hear." I tell her as I push her lightly against the wall. "You smell so good." I tell her quietly as I kiss her cheek, setting my hands on her hips. "And you taste all citrus-y." I continue, moving my mouth along her jaw, to her ear. I hear her make a little sound and I smile. "And you're so soft." I whisper, moving my mouth to the other side of her face. "And hot." I say as I kiss down her neck.

"Jesus Ash." Spencer growls out quietly. Her hands go in my hair.

"And you're so fucking sexy." I mumble against her cheek before I kiss it softly.

Spencer's hands finally pull my head so that my mouth meets hers and she kisses me. Hard and wet. I groan in her mouth and press myself harder against her, wanting more contact. My hands are slowly inching up her shirt, feeling the warm skin along the way.

"Mmmm. I like when you're drunk." Spencer says into my mouth and I grin stupidly. I kiss her again until I decide that this just won't do. I grab her hand and pull her towards the stairs.

"Ash, seriously? We're in some random house." She laughs and just I smirk at her as I push her ahead of me on the stairs. So I can watch her butt move up them.

My hands are on her cute ass as she opens a door.

I see, through my drunken haze, two huddled bodies who jump up when the door comes open and the light shines through. Like a spotlight.

Spencer speaks in surprise. "Kyla?"

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