"You’re stupid."

"God, you’ve been insulting me a lot more than usual ever since we came back to L.A." I groaned.

"Well, I guess I just forgot about the nerdy Ashley back in high school," she smirked. "So Spencer said she was going to call you right." I nodded my head. "How is she supposed to do that? She doesn’t even have your number." I shot up from my seat with wide eyes.

"Shit, I never thought about that. Shit shit shit," I started pacing. My thoughts were interrupted when Kyla’s phone started to ring. I looked towards Kyla and saw her pick up her phone from the table, but didn’t answer it. "Are you going to answer it?" I asked confused. Kyla half shook, and nodded her head. It looked almost as if she was spazzing out.

"Look who’s calling," she held her phone out towards me. My eyes squinted as I looked at the screen. My grip on her phone was firm as she tried to pry it out of my hands. "Ash, I gotta answer it."

"Oh, sorry," I said letting go of her phone. I moved back to the couch as Kyla answered the phone.

"Hey Spencer.  Yeah. I’ll text you it. Yeah, no problem. I’ll talk to you later, bye." I watched as Kyla got off the phone, and began texting something.

"What did she say?" I asked. Kyla didn’t respond. "Kyla," I said a little louder. She looked up from her phone and looked up at me with a blank expression. She looked down at her watch and then began counting with her fingers. "What are you doing?" She still didn’t respond. Once she counted to ten, my phone began ringing.

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So here I am, walking into a local coffee shop, and looking for Spencer. In case you were wondering how this came to be, Spencer called Kyla for my number, Kyla texted it to her, Spencer called me, and then Spencer asked me to meet her at the shop at exactly 8. She wouldn’t tell me why she needed me here, but I decided to let her take the reigns on this one. 

"Hey," I said with a warm smile as I sat down next to her.