Ashley’s POV

We got Spencer out of my car with only hitting her head once, Aiden lifted her up into his arms and followed me and Kyla up to my room. He laid her down on my bed before sighing and running his fingers thru his hair. Aiden was such a great friend, he all ways had the backs of his friends.

"Kyla can you help me get her out of those cloths?" I asked walking to my dresser and pulling out pajama bottoms and a nice loose shirt that Aiden left here the last time he slept over.

"Sure," Kyla smiled. Walking over to Spencer and lifting the sleeping girl up to a slight sitting postion. I began to pull her shirt off until I realized Aiden was still in the room.

"Huh Aide?"

"Yeah…oh got you!" He turned and walked out. Me and Kyla rushed to get the dirty cloths off and clean ones on.

"Did you see the way her and Kelly…"

"Yes," I cut her off. The images still replayed over and over in my mind, the way Spencer ran her fingers over Kelly’s back, the look in her eyes when Kelly moved between her legs all most made my stomach drop. I had never seen my girlfriend express nothing in her eyes, which usually tell me everything. She told me once how she hated to look at me because I could all ways tell if she was happy, sad, angry or just turned on. But tonight, there was nothing, I had no clue if she felt anything while dancing with that bitch, I kept telling my self it was because of the drink she had but who was I kidding it was much bigger than that.

"Cool to come back in?" Aiden asked from the door way, his back facing us.

"Yeah," He walked in and we all stared at my girlfriend in the bed.

"Do you know what’s up with her?" Aiden asked again only this time he wanted an answer.

"I really have no clue." I sat on the bed next to her rubbing her stomach when I noticed her begin to whine and toss over, the minute my hand touched her she quieted down.

"Well, your not letting her get away with what went down tonight are you?" He asked leaning against the couch.