Aiden stopped abruptly, pulling me back hard. When I turned to face him, he didn’t look impressed.

"You aren’t seriously going to overreact like this, are you?" He asked, his voice impatient. "I thought you were smarter than this Ashley."

"But she… she thinks I slept with you!" I said loudly. "She can’t just jump to those sort of conclusions!"

"But you can regarding Rachel?"

"That’s completely different." Ok maybe not so different…

"You made a lot of assumptions about Spencer and Rachel. Don’t try to deny it." As Aiden continued to talk, he dragged me back through the parking lot of the diner. "And so what if Spencer thought something happened between us. We were awfully close that night, and we did disappear upstairs. Of course she’s going to think something happened. What I don’t understand is why you can’t just explain to her what happened without acting like a drama queen."

"I’m not a drama queen," I grumbled, arms folded. "You’re making me sound like Madison."

"Well if the shoe fits."

"Hey!" I sighed. "Fine. I overreacted. Happy?"

"Not yet. I will be when you go in there and apologise for your behaviour and let me finish the rest of my burger."

"I knew there was an ulterior motive. Do I really have to apologise now?"

Aiden nodded and pushed me through the door. He walked back over to his untouched meal, and I walked over

to the counter, where Spencer was standing. Arms folded.

"So… I kind of overreacted." I said sheepishly once I had reached the counter.

"Kind of?" Spencer raised one of her eyebrows in disbelief. "Understatement of the year Ashley."

"Whatever," I retorted weakly. I sat down on one of the stools and started playing with the salt container in front of me. "I just really don’t like the idea of people thinking I slept with Aiden… gross."

"I didn’t think you slept with him," Spencer replied quietly. "And I didn’t mean to upset you. It wasn’t my intention."