“Just kill me now.” Ashley spoke in a low voice to Aiden as she leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. She had since changed out of that dress (proceeding to throw it directly into the trash), and was now wearing a pair of light colored jeans and a small T-shirt. Aiden only sighed, his eyes watching the miserable Ashley with sympathy and just a hint of jealousy, “What happened in there anyways? Is Spencer okay?” He questioned, his large arms folded across his chest. “She woke up, was fine at first, then she remembered what had happened and kicked me out.” She shot Aiden a pointed look, one that told him she was blaming him for this whole thing. “Look, I’m sorry Ash, I never meant for things to happen like that…”

Ashley shook her head, not wanting to hear any more of what he had to say. “I love her Aiden, and I just wanted to be with her.” She spoke, leaning back against the frame of her bed, her body feeling suddenly exhausted. “Please just go away, I want to be alone.” The boy nodded sullenly, rising to his feet and walking towards the door, “Call me okay?” He urged before exiting, his hands finding his pockets as he wandered back down her familiar hallway.

“Shh… She is still asleep Glen, don’t wake her up.” Urged a soft voiced Mrs. Carlin, scorning the blonde haired Glen as he was making his way over to Spencer’s side. As he opened his mouth to respond a soft sound emerged from Spencer’s lips as she yawned awake, “No I am not.” She spoke groggily, smiling ever so slightly at her brother, although she still felt awful. “Hey Glen.” Her eyes stared up at him, still a bit swollen from crying but much less bloodshot than before. Glen returned the smile, leaning over her a bit, “Hey Spence, how you feeling?” He seemed unusually sensitive, a rare trait for him, which made Spencer suspicious that her mother had told him what happened.

“I’ve been better.” Was her reply, her eyes shifting to look at her mother. She secretly wanted her to leave, she always seemed to leave this uncomfortable and awkward feeling in a room, ever since she had discovered her secret. Glen caught the glance and followed her gaze, his brain working quickly to catch the problem, “Hey mom, want to get us something to drink?” He questioned, smiling as she nodded and disappeared from the room.