“SHHHIIIIIIIIIIITT!!”  Ashley screamed as her arm was being ripped out of her socket…and she took the words right out of my mouth.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing right now!?!?!?!?”  Madison looked like the devil herself.  “I can’t believe you would actually hook up with this little BITCH!!  You fucking left me waiting at the airport for over two hours!!!  I was humiliated and I had to call a cab…. You know how much I hate those nasty things.  And my feet are killing me from carrying my own luggage with these amazing  Manolo Blanco’s that could quite possible be ruined!!!” 

I was still in shock and tried to stand when I realized that I couldn’t….I’m thinking that the alcohol had something to do with, so I just stayed on the ground until my head stopped spinning the stars together…I could make out some of the words, but I was getting really tired, really fast…

Ashley’s POV:

“What the hell Madison?!?!?”  I’m pretty sure the fact that my arm is now broken in twelve places sobered me up really fast….that and I just had one of the best kisses of my life.

“What am I doing???  What the fuck do you think you’re doing??!!  Spencer isn’t a bitch….that title belongs to you, queen of ice mountain.  And I texted you to find another ride…I wanted to start my summer off with a party, not be bitched at by you for the whole fucking night….DAMN IT!!!”  I just was so frustrated with everything.  Everything just him me at once:  I was still technically dating Madison…even if she was a bitch, she was my girlfriend and a really close friend.  Spencer, my best friend and almost part of my family, and I were just making out.  I just cheated on Madison…she should be pissed.  I need to talk to her about this….later, when I’m actually sober…not just sober for the moment.  And why was Spencer not saying anything…did she leave?

As I turned my head to where Spencer and I were before…she was just laying there….fuck…she has to be passed out.  I turn back to Madison with pleading eyes, because I knew she was sober and could drive us home or had a limo out front waiting for her.  “Okay…look, I’m sorry.  I’m drunk, and she’s drunk….and passed out.  I know you’re still really pissed for more things than my head can really handle right now, but I promise I will talk with you tomorrow about everything if you just help me help her,” I plead looking over toward Spencer, “I know you hate me, and I hate me too…I know somewhere in your heart you would never not help your oldest friend out…” I cautiously step toward her, because I know she is a sweet girl somewhere on the inside, but she definitely is the most pissed off I’ve ever seen her and lately that’s hard to beat….