Two hours later and Spencer was regretting her promise.  Ashley had found a gay all ages club that wasn’t too far away from campus.  Spencer was standing in front of her closet mirror, looking at the outfit she had chose for the night.  She didn’t really own any club clothes, always borrowing from Ashley made actually buying them unnecessary, until now that is.  Spencer had nothing to wear but a worn pair of blue jeans and a white wife beater.  Sighing, she grabbed the black cropped military jacket Ashley had given her before she left and headed out the door.  “I can’t break a promise I made to Ashley.”

The first thing Spencer noticed as she exited her dorm was the rain pouring down in sheets around her and the fact that she didn’t own an umbrella.  Her wife beater was immediately drenched.  People were already staring by the time Spencer remembered she was wearing a white shirt.  She blushed deep red as she zipped up her jacket, covering what the rain had exposed.  “That’s what I get for wearing white after Labor Day,” Spencer muttered as she trudged across the road, trying to avoid puddles.  As soon as she sat down, the bus pulled up.  “Thank goodness for small miracles.”

Spencer boarded the campus shuttle bus and was able to relax a little.  The bus was warm and most of all, dry.  Spencer quickly pulled her wet hair back into a pony tail as she thought about her plans tonight.  The bus would drop her off a couple blocks away from the club.  Spencer prayed the streets would be well lit.  She palmed the small can of pepper spray on her keychain.  It helped her feel a little safer too, that and the fact she had just spent two years living in LA. 

“At least we don’t attend the University of Maryland.  Their crime rate is off the charts.”  Spencer turned and saw the girl who was turned around in his seat, facing her.  “I noticed you messing with that can on your keychain.  Pepper spray I presume?”  Spencer chuckled and nodded.  “Good idea.  You never know when you’ll need it.  Whitney Johnson.”

“Spencer Carlin.”

“I’ve never seen you on the shuttle bus before.  Not one for going out at night?”  Spencer shrugged and turned to face the window.  She didn’t really want to be rude, but just wasn’t in the mood to talk.  “Am I being too forward?”