Ashley had Spent all of Sunday trying to get a hold of Summer, but she wasn’t answering. She had even gone to her house to check to make sure she was okay, but when the door opened, Ashley caught a glimpse of Summer’s Mom’s face, and the door was quickly slammed in her face. She spent the next hour sitting on her front stoop hoping someone would eventually open the door. When no one did, she decided to just head home.

She was over Summer, she knew that, and that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she was over Summer, Summer wasn’t over her, and all she could think about was Spencer, and how their relationship would probably never work. She hated that all of her thoughts revolved around this new girl, and that she had been so wrapped up in her that she drove her self away from the one real family member she had ever know, out into the unknown. Ashley was not a stranger to loneliness, but somehow this time it felt different. When her Mom would leave her for long periods of times, she could stay at home in loneliness, or call Summer. When she missed her Dad, she could stay at home and be depressed, or she could call Summer. When she had Aiden broke up, she could call Summer. Even when her and Summer fought, she could always call Summer. But now, she had no one to call. No one to talk to, and for once, being alone scared her.

She didn’t know why she didn’t just call the blonde who was haunting her thoughts, but part of her didn’t think it was right to hop right into a relationship after all she had been through. That’s why she found herself racing to her first period class Monday morning hoping to avoid Spencer as long as she could, knowing that eventually they would have to communicate in some way. They did have all but two classes together…yeah, but not first period! Thank god for that…She found her normal seat in the back of the class and put her head down, already contemplating her situation and what the hell to do with it. I am so fucked…