I’m still not sure if it was my fault or hers. All I know is that I’m not calling her and she won’t call me so in simple terms? We are both screwed. I can’t even believe how this came about; one minute we were fine then the next? God only knows.

I don’t even care about the fact that Aiden’s ‘feelings’ might get hurt. I just cared about the fact that she wouldn’t even make an excuse to not go with him.

I don’t answer Kyla’s call. It’s cute that she wants to know I’m okay and everything, but I just don’t want to talk. A second later I get a text from her. ‘Don’t ignore me bitch. Hope you’re feeling better x’. I love her.

I go to sit on my bed. I haven’t gotten around to changing the sheets since Spencer was here and I can still smell her. Everything that is her from the sweetness between her legs, to the vanilla of her shampoo to the DKNY perfume she wears.

I can’t help but take a deep breath in through my nose and smile into the pillow. I don’t want to breathe out but I know I have to, which doesn’t bother me when I realise I have to breath in again. I could fall asleep like this. In fact I passed out for about an hour but I an hour could have just past with me thinking.

I think back to a couple of days ago. So much has happened. I mean I use to be this pervy girl that watched her from our tree, staring at lunch and at the club, waiting for her to talk to me, to touch me and I never thought it would happen.

Now in the space of four days I’m this pervy girl who has the girl she’s obsessed with? It doesn’t make sense to me and I have a mind to pinch myself and see if I wake up because it just occurred to me how surreal this all is.

Spencer Carlin. Blonde hair, big, blue, puppy-dog eyes. Little bit taller than me, little bit younger. She was stunning. Her hair glowed in the sun, her features we perfect. A nice, slim body, perfect curves for my hands to caress.