Ashley’s POV

    I opened Spener’s door to find her meditating on her bed. I go over and stand in front of her. She looks so beautiful. I climb on the bed and sit next to her. Either she’s ignoring me or doesn’t know I’m here. I run one hand up her thigh and use the other one to put her bangs in her face. She shows no signs of acknowlegement.

"Spencer if you don’t pay attention to me you can’t have any pound cake."

"Is there really cake Ashley?" she says startling me. I can’t believe that still gets her.

"No, but now that I have your attention, I have to ask you something." I say smiling at her.

"Fine but there better be cake in my future." she says grumpily.

"Do you know what’s in 2 days?" I ask excitedly.

"Um… let’s see, a solar eclipse, a labor day parade, 50% off fireworks, the Olive Garden’s grand opening." She ticks them off on her fingers.

"No! Well, yes, but something way more important!"

"I don’t know babe. I can’t think of anything else."

"It’s my 18th Birthday! How could you forget?" I say feigning hurt feelings as I tackle her to the bed. She looks at me like ‘Oh shit! I totally forgot!’

"I’m so so sorry babe. You know September is when early admission apps. go out. I’ll make it up to you." she flips us over. I thought she was just playing, she really forgot. I try to push her off me but she won’t budge.

"Spencer I’m really not in the mood."

"But it’s been like since the middle of summer. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out." she pleads.

"Well, if you hadn’t forgotten my birthday the situation might be a bit more flexible."

"Please sweetheart, I said I was sorry." she whines kissing my neck.

"No." kiss.

"Please." suck.

"No" bite.

"Please" kiss.

"No, I’m mad at you."

"Good, cause the sex is so much better when you’re mad at me." She whispers in my ear, qutoing Get Stoned by Hinder. I start to say no but her lips kidnapp mine. I give in kissing her back. She pulls away gently.

"How else am I supposed to make it up to you?" she purrs. I try once more to puch her away but it doesn’t work. She just moves my hands to her breasts. I glare up at her. She thinks she can just fuck all our problems away, fuck me into forgiving her. She slides her knee between my legs and takes off her shirt. I try to resist but she goes straight for my collar bone and hits my sweet spot.