Chapter 3 (Part A) “And the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick”

Two Months Prior

The brunette rubbed her eyes as she stared at the maths equation in front of her face, really who cared about quadratic equations? She leaned back, stretching out, satisfied when she heard her joints click and crunch. Yawning she let her mind wander, resting on her favourite subject; Spencer.

Things had been strange between them recently. They had gotten into another fight a couple of nights ago and it was killing them. Not the one fight though, it was one of many, and it was that, that was ripping them apart. The constant bickering. Neither girl needed it.

Spencer had come over the previous night and things seemed to be back on track. Although the blonde had seemed…“off”, was the only way Ashley could put it. Her girlfriend was off. She wasn’t her usual self; her mind seemed to be somewhere else. Ashley had made sure to ask Spencer if she was okay, the blonde girl would nod her head and mutter “fine”, but Ashley knew she wasn’t. But what could she do? Spencer wouldn’t talk to her about it; all she seemed to be interested in was ripping Ashley’s clothes off and throwing her onto the shorter girl’s plush bed.

The sex had been incredible, it always was. But it was purely physical; there was no form of emotion attached to it – not from the blonde at least. Spencer had given her another great night, but the blonde didn’t want her girlfriend touching her – not intimately, not like that. That was something else that seemed strange about Spencer that night – she never demanded sex from Ashley, but she was never as despondent as she had been the night before. Once she was sure she had gratified her lover and turned down her sexual advances, Spencer crawled into Ashley’s arms and held onto her girlfriend all night long – almost afraid to let her go.

Ashley would have been willing to attribute Spencer’s strange behaviour to her hormones or the order of the alignment of the planets or something, if, it weren’t for the fact that Spencer couldn’t meet her eyes. No matter how much she tried to hold her girlfriend’s gaze, Ashley couldn’t succeed; the blonde couldn’t look at her.