I wake up in next to the door of Spencer’s house. It’s 6:00 a.m. and very early. My back aches from the position I slept in and my body is sore. I hear snoring and walk towards the bedroom. I stop in my path when I see Spencer in bed…

6 hours earlier…

How can she do this to me? Ashley is never like this, denying our love for each other. Life is so messed up. I need a drink, I need to drink. I walk into one of my favorite clubs in hopes of finding something to make me feel better.

“Can I get a shot of tequila?” I said sitting on the stool emotionally and physically exhausted. The waiter nodded and gave me it. I took it in my hand and chugged it down. The tequila burned my throat, but it felt good. I placed my head down on the table and closed my eyes listening to the loud music.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

I lifted up my head seeing a very attractive woman.

“Hmm?”

“Spencer Carlin, right?”

“Yeupp!” I said loudly moving my head in circles.

“Straight tennis player?” She smirked cocking on eyebrow up.

“Yeah.”

“I’m getting the vibe you’re a lesbian.”

“Ding Ding Ding, we have a winner!” I yelled. A couple people stopped dancing and glanced my way. They shook their heads and proceeded on with their stupid ass perfect lives.

“So, can I buy you a drink?” She asked.

“Sure.”

“What do you like?”

“Surprise me.”

“All right, we got a frisky girl over here.” She told the waiter what we wanted and looked back at me.

“So, why are you here all alone, in an empty bar?”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“Cause you’re so damn hot. I bet you have everyone at your feet.”

“Yes and no. I am hot thank you, but I don’t have everyone at my feet. Especially…” I looked away a little dazed out remembering Ashley.

“Especially what?”

“Nevermind.”

“Your special.” The waiter said sliding a drink over to the girl. She smiled and gave it to me.