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    Let’s Get A Little Definition Friendly – (Chapter: [1]Shame;An unfortunate emotion caused by an awareness of guilt or dishonor)

    ‘What the fuck Spencer?’ I questioned myself when I saw the yellow low-cut panties hanging on the top of Kyla’s ceiling fan. I got back onto the bed quietly and had to hop a little to get them,the sudden weight shift from my jump made Kyla stir. I prayed she wouldn’t wake up, I got off of the bed and put them on,my bra, now that thing was lost forever. Slipped on my jeans, and I even got my tank top on, it was when I started to put my hoodie on, that things went bad. I cursed out loud, causing and already bothered Kyla to wake up. “What are you doing?!” She yelled, as my head popped through the hole designed for it, her tone changed. With a horrified expresion coverting her face, she looked down at her nude body, then up at a shaken me.

    She didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t blame her though, look at how messed up I’d felt earlier, and though Ashley was my commited(On her end anyway)girlfriend, she was Kyla’s sister. I looked down at her on the bed and gave a shrug, she could tell I was scared, and so she didn’t get all freaked out like I’d expected.

    “Three questions…” She simply stated covering her body and turning away from me. “Shoot” I said, not knowing what the fuck to expect. “One,this morning when you woke up in here, were you naked too?” I let my head fall,”Yeh”. I watched her shake her head and lift the blanket a little higher, attempting to shield herself from awaiting humilation and shame. “Two, do you remember anything about last night, aside from what we both know obviously happened?” I was taken back at how elaborate these questions were starting to become,”No…”. Again, the cover was lifted some more. “Three,she turned around to face me, when ‘this’ she pointed to the bed and I, happened, were you and Ashley still together?” This time I had to turn away, the look on her face was a mixture of disguist and shock,”Yes”. This time she basically hid under the covers then moved back out to face my back, I felt her eyes on me.

     I started to slip on my flip flops and scramble to the door when she abruptly added ”Four, did you enjoy it?” Her head lifted up and she was propped on her elbows, giving me a dirty look. “You said three questions…” She gave me a pressuring “Oh C’mon” look,”I don’t remember…” I spat at her through gritted teeth and squinting eyes. I turned to the door frame,running from this girl,this truth, this whole damn situation I’d gotten myself into. ”That means yes…” she placed hersef under her shield,on the pillow, and away from me now,completley unphased by what had went down only a couple of hours prior to this very interrogation.Wait a minute, did she just ask me if I enjoyed fucking, I looked down at my sore area,scratch that, being fucked, by her?

    I wanted to turn around and tell her that she was a little slut who hadn’t done anything but mess up a perfectly functional relationship, that made her own sister happy. But I couldn’t, because I was that very slut who had messed up a perfectly functional relationship, one that made Ashley happy.Grief again,turning to anguish, I turned around to Kyla one last time “This shit” I pointed at her then to myself “Never fucking happened”. Kyla’s somewhat evil smirk had faded and she was back to being as terrified as me “Right…” she spoke softly. I moved one foot out of her room, but stopped, if I was seen by Ashley, I’m sure it would be apparent that Kyla and I had a little more then a friendly sleepover. I though about Kyla’s window, and whether I was willing to fall and break my neck,it was like deja vu, my pondering, like earlier, had been interupted by a disturbing notice.

    I froze dead in my tracks,looking across the hallway diagnollay to the right,Ashley slept there. However, it seemed I wasn’t the only one in the position of sneaking out. A tall,tan,brunette,similar to Ashley in a way, had just slipped on her converse, and was climbing out of Ashley’s window. I debated quietly in my head whether to follow the girl who had been in my girlfriend’s room, or whether to get out of this house that was beginning to resemble the pit of hell, more and more… 
     

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    1. Oh sh*t ummm i say don’t go see if Ashley cheated, cause she’ll look like an awful hypocrite… they can both have their secrets…PMS! This is great!

    2. Oh sh*t ummm i say don’t go see if Ashley cheated, cause she’ll look like an awful hypocrite… they can both have their secrets…PMS! This is great!

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