I’m looking at the ceiling and just trying to look through it. To try and look God in the eye. Give a stare down to make Her feel bad for allowing this to happen.

Ashley: "Why do you hate me so much? I mean I’m a relatively good person or at least I really try to be. Isn’t it the effort that counts? I mean to put me in a room with my nemesis. Come on now. I mean I understand having a sense of humor, but I don’t find this funny at all. It’s kinda mean." I still am looking at the ceiling.

Spencer: "Who are you talking to? You know He doesn’t listen to dykes."

Ashley: "Apparently SHE likes to play practical jokes though." I say not letting what she said affect me. I think I’m going to have to get used to that. This totally blows. College is where you get past all the high school shit you took.

Travis: "You have got to be kidding me." Is there an echo in this room? "I can not allow you to stay in a room with this freak." He says looking me up and down. More like oggling me. GROSS! He keeps stopping at my chest. Don’t look at me sicko. "Come Spencer. You’re going to get out of this room. No if’s and’s or but’s about it." He gets up and heads to the door. "Now Spencer."

He snaps his fingers and Spencer jumps up and goes out the door with him. What an obedient little shiht…zu. I would never let someone treat me like that. It’s ridiculous.  And it’s ridiculous that I’m letting it bother me. So I’m not going to think about it anymore. Aiden walks in the room getting me out of my head.

Aiden: "Did I just see Spencer and Travis walk out of this room in a hurry. Is there a fire in here, maybe a smell?" He sniffs the air. "Nope. Oh I know what it is you walked into the room."

Ashley: "And?" I huff at him.

Aiden: "Oh no, that’s it. I remember in highschool listening to him talk about you. He truly hates you, but at the same time he… Well I want you to be careful not to be alone with him Ash-e. Please promise me you won’t be around him alone." He says giving me a hug. Wow whatever dousche-bag said to him must have hit a nerve. He’s never been openly protective of me. He usually is more subtle.