"I’m still here for you though okay," she said as she cupped my face.

"Take care of her please. I hate seeing her cry. Especially because it is my fault." I mumbled. Olivia and Kyla are both my best friends, and Spencer’s, so this made the situation a little difficult. I needed my best friend right now and so did Spencer.

Olivia kissed my forehead before going to her room to gather some things before heading over to our condo. Kyla was still pacing the room and she looked very irritated. "We’re going to sue who ever it was that gave them this false story!" she shouted.  

"I don’t even remember that night, Ky. They could be making the whole thing up or it could be the truth," I said with my head hanging low as I walked over to the couch to sit down.

"Ash, don’t say that. I know you didn’t cheat on Spencer okay. We’ll go to the magazine company tomorrow and figure this all out."

"I’m supposed to get married in 5 months! Spencer is not going to want to marry me anymore."

"On June 23, Spencer is going to walk down that aisle in a beautiful white dress okay," she said cupping my face and forcing me to look at her. "I promise."

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I woke up with my head buried underneath the pillow and my eyes swollen from all of the crying. I stayed up until 5 in the morning crying and Kyla holding and comforting me. I told Kyla she could go to bed because I wasn’t, but she refused to, so I just decided to lie in bed so she could sleep.

I looked at the clock and it was almost 8:30. I turned to my side and saw Kyla sleeping, so I quietly got out of bed. I walked towards the kitchen, made myself some coffee and grabbed a cigarette. My first choice was a drink, but it was still super early and alcohol has ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me so I decided against it.

I haven’t had a cigarette since before I saw Spencer at the concert and I told myself I wasn’t going to pick it up again. Come to think of it, I don’t even know how I found one in the apartment.