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    Lover Awakened

    Chapter Seven

    Spencer’s P.O.V.

    I was in my bedroom studying for midterms.  Midterms weren’t until a couple of weeks away, but I was breaking up my classes up into sections.  The only sound I was hearing was the traffic of the cars passing.  The doorbell rang and I had a strong feeling it was Ashley even though I was still mad at her, but I still felt somehow connected to her.  My Mom was the one who answered the door.  “Hello, Mrs. Carlin,” Ashley said.   “Is Spencer home?” 

    I was debating over whether or not to talk to Ashley while she was trying to persuade my Mom.  “I don’t think that’s a good idea for you to see her, Ashley,” pointed out Mom. She knew what Ashley had said to me, about never falling for a girl like me. Mom practically had to pull teeth to figure out what was wrong with me when I came home crying that day.  I eventually caved and told her about what Ashley said.  I was still devastated by what she said, but I was learning to live without her and trying to forget her hurtful words.  I crept out of my room and noticed a troubled looking Ashley.  The look wasn’t caused by being dumped or having trouble in a class, but that look was caused by something deeper than that.  I walked downstairs before my Mom would send Ashley to the lion’s den.

    “It’s alright, Mom,” I said with a tired sigh.  Mom looked at me in disbelief.  I was surprised, too that I wanted to talk to Ashley, but I had let things slide long enough.  “I need to get some things off my chest anyway.”  Mom went to the living room and left us alone to talk.  Well, more like me to talk since Ashley was the one who came here voluntarily. 

    “I didn’t mean what I said to you,” Ashley began.  I swear the girl is bipolar sometimes.  I like the girl, but I never knew what she was thinking.  It was like her own mind didn’t have control over her mouth no wonder she was as mixed up as she was. “Any girl would be lucky to be with you, Spencer.” 

    I wanted not to be angry anymore since anger didn’t resolve anything to begin with.  “Y-you really, really hurt me, Ashley,” I responded on the verge of tears.  Ashley noticed a few tears sliding down my cheeks.  I wanted to seem stronger and hold the tears in, but I had let too many things that she did to me slide.  I thought that had cried out all my tears over Ashley, but I haven’t.  “I t-thought you were different from everyone else who talked down to me, but you weren’t, you were worse.  You’re not the girl I thought you were and I regret the fact that I thought I wanted to be with you.  Consider me out of your life.”  I was surprised of the words I was saying about me being out of her life.  It was for the best though.  I saw a hurt look on her face, but I didn’t feel guilty for being the one who wounded her though.  I had a right to be selfish every now and then, well I think I did.  I opened the door so Ashley to get the hint and leave.  Ashley left my house and I closed the door.  “You could come out now.”  My Mom walked out of the kitchen and she looked surprised that I knew she was eavesdropping.

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    1. great update! spencer did the right thing with ashley. she needs to be okay with herself and learn to live without ashley since ashley isn’t at this time who she needs right now.pms!!

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