“What?”

“Go home with out me. Forget me. I will tell mom and dad that I was in the library and you thought Chelsea was giving me a ride.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” she countered.

“Fair enough.” he smiled and turned to open the car door, a step in and he looked over the hood, “If this is about Ashley than just be careful.”

“Are you not the one whose been pushing me to forgive her?”

“Yes…but I don’t want to find you in another pool house crying your eyes out.” Glen almost growled but kept it hidden. He will never forget stumbling into the small shack to see his little sister crying on the bed, curled up in the sheets. Blood smearing some of the white cotton linen. He was sure that the drugs helped make the memory worse but it still made his body tingle angrily.

“Glen!” Spencer snapped spinning around and storming off to upset to even look at him for bringing up a topic she, even in her subconscious, tried to forget.

She didn’t get far due to Ashley’s vehicle was parked in the same student parking lot as Glen so she hid under the awning waiting to see the brunette approach her car. It only took a few minutes before the girl was restlessly pacing in front of the black expensive metal contraption.

Figuring she’d put her out of her misery she began the trek over, “Hi.” she spoke while still a couple steps away this in turn scared Ashley who jumped and grabbed her heart in shock.

“Geez, Spencer. Give me a heart attack why don’t you.”

“Now why would I do that?” she fluttered her eyes innocently.

Ashley smiled wide, loving the flirty banter, “Maybe so you don’t have to make out with me.”

Spencer smiled back, “Naw…I’d just have Glen kill you if I wanted out.”

The comment made the brunette frown but it was erased when Spencer slipped into the passenger seat and she felt chills rush up her spine. Three years of waiting and wanting to taste those lips and it was about to happen and not just once, a few hundred times, this was more than a peck it was a make out.