Ashley’s POV:

            I pulled up to the club, leaving the valet the keys. Ugh. I hoped my car wasn’t too dirty- on the way here I drove straight into a vat of foul, murky water. I think some idiot actually got hit by the water once I sped by. Ha. Sucker. I wonder if the blonde next to him got slashed too…tears began to well up in my eyes. I can’t believe it; it’s been years and still whenever I see a blonde I can’t help but think of her. I wonder if she’s as lonely as I am. I remember when I was younger I was so naïve; I didn’t understand how some people could be in love with each other and NOT be together. Learning that firsthand was not something I enjoyed. I’d rather have remained ignorant than have learned at all. All these girls in my life right now- all of them are sluts. None of them can compare to her, and I doubt I’ll ever find someone that ever will make me feel the same way about them as I feel about her. I downed a shot of vodka at the bar. I swear, I can’t count to twenty without some ho putting her hands all over me. I know the smell of that perfume. “Hi, Kate.” I muttered. “Why so sad, Ashley?” Kate purred into my ear. She draped herself over me. “I know I can take that frown off and replace it with a smile.” She said in a sultry voice. I didn’t reply; I asked the bartender to refill my glass. “Not in the mood, Kate.” I replied. I whirled around and left as I downed another glass. “But thanks for the offer.” I said, walking away, leaving her there to pout and leave in an angry huff. Whatever. She’ll come back to me eventually. She always does. Or should I say, they always do. I attract these types of girls like sugar attracts ants. I plopped down on a couch in the VIP section, taking a cigarette from one of the boxes lying out. Spencer would kill me if she knew I was smoking. I didn’t do it often though; only once in a while when I’m feeling like shit. Tonight was one of those times. I got a girl going around giving drinks to all t he spoiled rich brats like me to light my cigarette. I wasn’t planning on even smoking the whole thing…only a few puffs to satisfy myself. I always hope that I’ll run into her someday; the thing is, I don’t know where to find her. Most certainly she’ll never turn up in a place like this. My eyes flickered over to the corner. There was a stunning blonde there, with a perfect tan and…beautiful, smooth, toned legs. I loved how her hips swayed; now that’s the girl I plan to spend my night with tonight. I put out my cigarette in the ashtray and walked up other. She had pale blue eyes. They were unnerving. They weren’t the beautiful cerulean blues that Spencer had. Nobody has the same shade of eyes as she. Try as I might, I’ve never found a girl that has. “Excuse me.” I said, clearing my voice a ;little. “Would you like to dance with me?” I said, my voice oozing with confidence. I never get turned down. Girls that say “no” only say so because their boyfriend or girlfriend is right next to hem; and they always come dance with me anyway once they can sneak off from their boyfriend/girlfriends. She smiled at me and complied. I grinned, leading her off from her friends onto the dance floor. “So what’s your name?” I asked, placing my hands on her waist. “Cameron.” She said shyly. “I’m Ashley.” I said, starting to get bolder and grind into her a little. “So…I haven’t seen you around here before.” I growled into her ear, squeezing her ass a little. She blushed and ran her hands up my back. I was well versed in the art of getting any girl I wanted into my bed every night. I’ll never admit it to anyone publicly, but I think I do this only to drown out my pain with empty pleasure. It’s been two years and I’m still not over her; I’m starting to wonder if I ever will be.