The minute the bell rang I pulled Spencer into the bathroom, shifted in my back pack pulling out my water bottle.

"Here drink this," I said trying to hand her the bottle.

"Don’t need it," she checked herself in the mirror, "God I look horrible!"

"What’d you expect, drinking, staying up all night…I could have told you how bad it is in the morning."

"Yeah, I bet you could have…" Spencer shot, her eyes staring daggers at me, "And now I know with out your help." She ran out of the bathroom, by the time I shook her comment off and ran after her she was gone.

By lunch she seemed better, less…angry…less drunk. She sat with her head in her hands trying to shield her eyes from the sun. Aiden and I sat down with her, Kyla was with the drama class I think.

"Wild night huh Spence?" Aiden asked taking a bit of his hot dog from the school cafeteria.

"You have no idea," She said with out any emotion.

"Where’d you go last night?" I asked trying to slid closer to her, she quickly stood up to pace.

"Out, nowhere…another bar, nothing special." She babbled, rubbing the back of her neck.

"You let her leave last night?" Aiden asked with his mouth open, completely shocked that I let my drunk girlfriend go out.

"No, but my window did…" I glanced at Spencer who hid a slight smile.

"Yeah sorry bout that, just didn’t want to go home with that cop."

"You crawled out the second story window, while drunk….you trying to get yourself killed." Aiden piped up, he didn’t know why he cared, all of a sudden he felt the urge to protect the blonde in front of him. Like a sister, so maybe that was why he was so pissed seeing her dancing with Kelly instead of Ashley.

"Yes…" Both me and Aiden raised our eyebrows, "I mean yes I crawled out the window…no I’m not trying to kill myself."

"Hey it’s our very own lesbo mascot team," Madison sneered as her and her drones walked by.

I turned to face her, my anger building up inside. How many times did we have to go thru this stupid banter before she left us alone. So many comments ran thru my head, from cheerleading to how much of a slut I thought she was.