Placing her arms at the top of the car, she wrapped them around each other and dropped hear head into the darkness they created. Idly, her fingertips tapped against the hard top and she became angry. Not long after the car was given to her, it was taken back and for awhile kept in a shop, returning home with major body changes. The soft top was replaced with a hard one, ‘It has a sun roof,’ her mother said responding to the pissed off expression on her face. She didn’t want a fucking sun roof.

Tears streaked down her face, the bitch even changed the color from a bright apple red to a dark silver. Replacing the bad ass tires with more simple ones, the Porsche wasn’t the same car her father purchased. It was transformed to look more average, boring- her father would never buy anything so quiet. His car had to be loud and outrageous. Not safe.

Her lips twitched in a smile hidden by the darkness of her arms remembering the night at Grey’s. Frustration from all around led her out the night club’s door, to her car where she had more cocaine inside the glove box. The keys wouldn’t cooperate, like everything else in her life they wanted to give her hell. Fuck them, she thought throwing them onto the ground. She’d get in another way in front of everyone in the fucking parking lot. Getting on top the car, she released the pent up anger in a crazed frenzy, stomping, her eyes fixated on the sun roof her Mother kindly added onto her father’s Porsche. She wanted it to shatter, it was all she could think about as the glass cracked, the cocaine stopped existing, she didn’t care for it anymore, she just wanted the car destroyed.

Spencer stopped her. Her frightened tear stained face enough to snap her out of the anger induced assault on the Porsche. She deflated beckoning the blonde to her, wrapping her in her arms, holding her heaving frame as she cried on her shoulder. She just wanted to make everything okay again. Ashley looked up from the darkness and gazed into the parking lot, her keys jingling in her hand from the movement. Why was she there, outside in the parking lot watching her. She should have been inside making out with the tall Rocker. That’s what she was doing as she was leaving the building, leaning in for a kiss. The dark haired girl must have shot her down, knowing she wouldn’t put out later. Maybe Spencer mentioned her virginal status and the egotistical bitch wanted nothing to do with her. Another surge of anger and she wanted to track the Rocker down and kick her ass.