"I feel so bad. Are you sure you don’t want me to tell Aiden I can’t go?"

"No, no, no. Absolutely not, Spencer. Go. Have fun. I’ll be fine."

"But Ashley…" I whine.

My love giggles. "No buts. I want you to go."

"Fine. Only if you really want me to."

"Yes, I do."

From my room, I hear the doorbell ringing. It’s Aiden.

"Ok, Ash. I have to go. He’s here."

"Bust a move, baby girl." We both let out a laugh.

"I will. For you."

"We’ll talk later."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Hanging up the phone, I sigh. Here goes nothing. I force myself down to the living room and am greeted by Aiden’s dufus smile. Why did I agree to this?

"Hey Sexy." Oh my God, ew.

"Hi, Aid."

"Ready to hit Grey?"

As ready as I’ll ever be without Ashley. "Yeah."

"Lets hit the road then!"

Never been fake ’cause all the girls love official
S.O.D cause bitches love initials
Im on another level
Im in my zone
Black car white rims
Can they both get along (Ay)

The music pounding from the speakers, Aiden’s body is suffocating me. His pelvis bumping into mine every so often. I know what he want to do, but I back up everytime he gets too close. I feel violated. He is practicly grinding on me. Or atleast trying. If he only knew that I’m with Ashley. It’s my last night in town and he wants to make every minute count. I can see it all in every look he gives me. Every word he says. So why am I still here? I’m never gonna give him what he wants tonight.

This is not the Matrix 
But i am the oricle
Do you wanna fuck me?
The question is rhetorical
Say the same lines
But the fans arent bored of me
75 thousand dollars if you wanna order me
Hold on

"Want a drink?" Aiden breaths out. We’ve been dancing for like, ten songs straight, he should be tired.

"Yeah." Grabing my hand, he leads us out from the dance floor.

His hand is ruff. I can’t stand it. It’s sandpaper compared to Ashley’s soft, supple hands. I pull my hand away from his grasp as soon as we’re out of the crowd. The jock looks back, thinking he lost me. To his suprise I’m still there. Confusing is written all over his face, but he lets it go and just reaches for my hand again, grinning.