I hate Kyla. I really really do. She forced me to come to this stupid party with her and I couldn’t even bring Ashley! Then she abandons me for Aiden! I haven’t even seen her in two hours. Instead, I’ve been drinking which is never a good thing because honestly, I’m a lightweight.

                “Spencer, are you okay?” Chelsea asked me as she found me sitting on a porch swing on the front porch of whoever’s house we were at. I turned my head to look at her and frowned. I hadn’t been drinking much but it was enough.

                “I miss Ashley,” I groaned out, letting my head drop back to rest on the back of the swing. “But I don’t know where she is! Ashley!” I yelled out, as if she’d answer me. Chelsea chuckled and sat down beside me.

                “Why don’t you call her?” She asked, making me light up.

                “I have a cell phone!” I said, as if I’d found the cure for cancer. Chelsea barely contained her laugh as she nodded. I struggled to get the phone out of the pocket of my skinny jeans. That fucker was impossible to get my hand wrapped around. Finally Chelsea got it for me and she had it out of my pocket in like a second. The girl must be magical. I smiled gratefully at her as I stared at the illuminated screen quizzically before smiling and pushing in Ashley’s number. It rang about four times before Ashley finally answered.

                “Hello?” She asked, sounding as if she’d just woken up.

                “Asssshleeeeeey!” I squealed into the phone, overjoyed to hear her voice.

                “Spencer?” She asked, sounding confused.

                “Ashley, I miss you.” I pouted, as Chelsea shook her head next to me.

                “Spencer, are you drunk?” She asked, making me laugh hysterically. “Where are you babe?” She asked, causing me to look around.

                “I’m on a porch,”

                “Of what house?”

                “Uhm, it’s blue.” I said, turning to look at the house behind me. Ashley chuckled slightly before sighing and I heard her moving around.

                “Who are you with?”

                “Chelsea! Why? Are you jealous? Because you shouldn’t be babe, I have only eyes for you.” I assured her, winking at Chelsea who was smiling and shaking her head back and forth.