Tell me this is real life.

"What, are you okay?" I hear Spencer say. Her words are coming out so fast, and I foolishly believe that maybe she hasnt changed all that much. She seems like she still cares about people, even if it’s not me. It didnt matter, I was just glad that her expression changed from anger to worry.

"Aiden’s here," the girl, who is still nameless, explains it to Spencer. She keeps saying stuff, but theres no point in telling you, because even I dont understand what shes talking about. I assume that Spencer does though, because she suddenly becomes angry again, and her hands are waving all over the place and shes shouting, cursing Aiden.

"…Yeah, and then I found him with," her friend pauses to point at me, "her." She says this after babbling for twenty minutes. Well, maybe not twenty, but the girl kept going on and on about all these things that this Aiden guy is doing, so I’m assuming that he must be pretty close to Spencer.

That kills.

When they both turn to stare at me, I suddenly come back to reality. Spencer looks like she just got slapped across the face or something. It’s dark outside, but I bet that if I could make out her face, it would be beat red. I’m surprised theres no heat fuming out of her.

"What," I am very taken aback, "No, look, I dont even know him. He practically forced himself on me."

"Oh yeah right, Ash, like anybodys gonna believe that. I mean, look at the way you’re dressed for fucks sake," she takes a break from yelling at me so that she can get closer. Her hand grabs at my skirt a little and she finishes, "You look like a slut, I can see you haven’t changed!"

I wish I could slap her sometimes, I really do. I have no idea in hell what I did to make this girl so hateful. Why does she hate me? I cannot comprehend why my sweet little innocent blonde is cursing and calling me a slut for no good reason. But, I guess she’d rather place her trust in some whore of a man, then an old friend, whos done her no wrong.