So she went out on the date with Chris and it “wasn’t horrible”.  I’m not angry or anything.  I’m just pissed.  Pissed that she even went on the date.  Pissed that I care.  And extremely pissed that I don’t know the exact definition of the phrase “wasn’t horrible”.  It’s not in any of the dictionaries around my house.

But like I said…I’m not angry or anything. Not one bit.

“Earth to Ashley…”  Spencer says waving her hands wildly.  She’s been saying this a lot lately.  “God what are you like the newly crowned queen of spacing out?” she asks, flipping absently through her calculus textbook.

“I wasn’t spacing out,” I reply, burrowing further into my textbook.  She sitting on the floor, resting her back against my bed.  I’m on the other side of the room, sprawled across my sofa.

“Like hell you weren’t,” Spencer says shooting me a glare.  “You’ve been spacing out for the past few weeks.  What’s up with you?”

I just shrug my shoulders and begin the next problem.  I trace an angle onto my graph paper and try to ignore her staring.  It’s really hard though.  My pencil starts to shake in my hand.  I try to steady it but then the point breaks.  “Shit,” I mutter to myself and then I begin I grope on the ground around me for a pen, but there’s none there.  

“You left it on the bed,” Spencer says, still watching me.  I don’t respond.  I just stand and walk over to the bed.  She’s right.  My pencil is resting right behind her head.  I reach for it, but before I can grab it, Spencer grabs my wrist and pulls me to the floor.  Suddenly I’m on my back and she’s straddling me, looking right into my eyes.  My breath catches in my throat.

“Spence let me go,” I say, wriggling beneath her, but she doesn’t move.  She just keeps looking at me with those deep blue eyes.  I look away.  This is way too uncomfortable.  She’s my best friend and she’s on top of me and all that I can think about is how much I want to kiss her.  “Off Spence…” I say breathlessly and she just pushes my hands above my head, holding them there.