“Nope. Ashley’s the older one, even if she doesn’t act like it sometimes.”

“So what do you want to know about Alice?” Helena looked down into her drink.

“I don’t want to know anything about her. I want my name taken off the chart.”

Bette broke the obvious, “Impossible. The only way you end up on the chart is when people you’ve fucked have listed your name.”

“I just…I don’t want Spencer’s name to be on there.”

Jenny looked over at the taller blonde who was now talking to Shane at the bar, “She looks like she’s a big girl. It looks like she can handle it. The truth is, I think she’s more comfortable with her name being on there than you are.”

Ashley looked down at the table. Jenny was right. Ashley didn’t really know why she felt the way she did about Spencer’s name being on the chart but she just didn’t want to see it go up.

“What are you…afraid that all the hot, older lesbians in town will find her and see that number one on her list and start coming after her. Please.” Bette laughed.

“Well, Shane seems to like her.” Helena pointed towards the bar.

What Ashley saw when she turned around infuriated her. Spencer was conversing easily with the older, short haired butch. And they seemed to be having a good time, “Excuse me.” Ashley stood up from the table and practically charged at the bar, “Spence, we’re leaving.”

Spencer turned around after laughing at something Shane had said, “Already? Did you work everything out?”

“Yeah…come on…we’re going.” Ashley grabbed Spencer’s arm, practically pulling her off of the stool that she was sitting on as Shane watched in shock. The blonde and the brunette left the café and got into Ashley’s car.

Shane looked down at the bar where Spencer was just sitting. She noticed something sitting on top of the bar. She reached over and grabbed the silver object. It was her cell phone. She picked it up and walked back to the table, “Can you guy believe that girl?”

“She’s rock royalty Shane. What do you expect?” Jenny played with her straw.

“She just pulled Spencer off the stool she was sitting on and dragged her out the door.” Shane pointed to the door with Spencer’s cell phone.

Helena quickly realized the object in Shane’s hand, “Shane what is that?”

Shane pulled her hand back to try and conceal the phone, “What?”

Helena reached over the table and flipped over Shane’s hand, “That’s not your cell phone is it?”

Shane stared down at the phone and thought back to the blonde it belonged to, “Uh no. It’s Spencer’s.”

Bette scoffed in shock, “What? How the hell did you get her cell phone?”

“She left it on the bar.”

“I just got a great idea.” Jenny sat up with a huge smile on her face.

Ashley and Spencer had been driving for ten minutes in complete silence. Until Ashley just couldn’t take it anymore, “What were you doing with her?”

Spencer turned her head from the window she was looking out, “What?”

“That short haired butch chick…what were you doing with her.”

“We were just talking.”

“Yeah you smile that much when you were ‘just talking’.”

“We were seriously just talking Ash.”

“Whatever Spencer.” Suddenly Ashley’s phone began to ring, “Hello?”

“Ashley Davies?”

“Yeah. Who the hell is this?”

“Alice Pieszecki, The Chart.”

“What?! How’d you get this number?”

Spencer then realized who was on the other end of the phone. She frantically felt her pockets. She had forgotten her cell phone at the bar. Shit.

“You’re girlfriend left her cell phone in the hands of one of my friends. Which I’m glad she did because I’ve been wanting to talk to you since your name made its way to our chart.”

Ashley glanced over at Spencer in pure anger. She never should’ve brought Spencer with her to West Hollywood.