Spencer’s POV

“You know what, I’m going home.” Ashley says grabbing her purse off my nightstand and heading for my bedroom door.

“Come on Ash, it’s not that serious.” I say walking over and blocking the door so she can’t get out. We’ve been arguing for the about ten minutes now. She’s mad because I got drunk again last night. Or maybe she’s mad because I also got drunk the night before too. Either way it’s something I really don’t want to argue with her about. I’m old enough to make my own decisions, I don’t need her telling me what to do.

“Yes, it is Spencer. You’re on fucking probation! Not to mention all the shit that can happen to you while you’re so drunk, you can barely walk!” She yells and I’m surprised because I would think she wouldn’t want anyone to hear her, but I guess she’s to pissed  to take in account that my grandma and brother is downstairs. “So what you’re not coming over my house after, you go out and party? You still drinking… and fact I would feel much better if you did come over afterwards because at least then I’ll know you’re safe.” She says in her regular voice. “But I would really feel much better if you stop drinking and just talk to me. Tell me what’s going on Spencer.” She says grabbing my hand.

“There’s nothing going on. I’m just having some fun. Why is that so hard to understand?” I say and she just stares at me for a minute before trying to move me out of the way so she can leave.

“Move. I want to go home.” She says after struggling for a minute to move me, but not being successful.

“No. I’m sorry, ok.” I say running my hands threw my hair. “Can we please stop arguing and just watch a movie or something?”

“I’m really tired of hearing how sorry you are. I don’t want to even be the same room with you right now. So I’ll have to say no to the whole move thing. So, with that said move so I can go home.” She says looking me right in the eyes.

“Ash…” I start.

“Move.” She says. I move away from the door and let her leave.