The air was refreshing as it caressed her lightly perspired skin. She closed her eyes and ran a hand through her blonde hair, wanting to leave but not having a ride. Blue eyes hidden behind closed lids fought hard not to cry. She felt humiliated, used, dirty- and she didn’t know why. Ashley Davies. Everyone at school saw her as a sex symbol by the way she dressed and partied. Spencer hardly ever paid attention to the sexuality that oozed off her friend, but it was hard when she directed that sexual energy towards her. To Ashley it was simple fun, but to Spencer – it seemed to be more painful. 

But Ashley couldn’t help it. She was most likely drunk or high during their dance. It didn’t mean anything, the brunette wouldn’t remember it in the morning, and the blonde hated the reality that was Ashley. How naïve she felt thinking her friend was ever in her right mind when they interacted. That was hardly ever the case anymore. 
 
“Phoenix!” She opened her eyes and regarded the woman standing beside her. Madison’s brown eyes were hooded, her lips turned in a lazy smile. Spencer looked at the small shot glass in her hand. She watched the clear liquid reach her mouth and followed it down the Latina’s throat. “You look so sad!” Her wrist was grabbed. “I know what you need.” The blonde followed the head cheerleader around the house to the backyard. She was led to a group of 25 huddled around a bon fire. “Phoenix needs a shot!! Give her a shot!!!” 

“Madison,” The blonde started to protest not liking hard liquor. 

The latina faced her and began shaking her head. 

“You need this.” She insisted handing her the small glass. 

“I-“ Spencer stopped talking and brought the glass up to her lips. The alcohol burned as it ran down her throat, her insides warmed as it settled in her stomach. She handed the glass back to Madison, blushing as everyone continued to chant ‘Phoenix.’ They hollered, clapped, and whistled as she took a seat on the grass, staring into the fire. She would occasionally make small talk with her peers, laughing at their drunken blabber until they left. 

The blonde watched Nathan, a fellow team mate, get up and stagger away. She turned her head and gazed into the warm flames. 

Blue eyes fluttered awake. Spencer sat up in bed, wiping the grogginess from her eyes, she watched a girl her age climb through the open window. “Ashley?” The young brunette’s back was to her as she stood with her forehead against the cold glass. The younger girl got out of bed and walked over to her. “Ashley?” She placed a hand on the small of her friend’s back.