“And I told you I didn’t want to talk about it.” Ashley says with a stern look as she sits back in her chair and folds her arms.

“I thought that was the whole point of me coming over here tonight. The whole point of us hanging out last night was so I could hear the story about you and Aiden.” I say mocking her expression. Ashley notices I’m mocking her and unfolds her arms and gives me an angry look.

“Look, can you not just respect that that’s something I don’t want to talk about?”

What the fuck?! I’m growing really sick and tired of this whole hot-cold game she’s playing with me.

“What the fuck Ashley?!” I shout as I stand up causing my chair to flip over, startling Ashley. I lean on the table with my palms flat on the table holding me up, looking Ashley dead in the eye. “You were the one who wanted me to come over last night and you were the one who told me you wanted to talk to me about it.” I emphasize each ‘you’ as I point to her. “The whole point of us hanging out last night was so you could tell me what happened between you two because it’s obviously a big deal to you and I want to know about it. I want to know more about you, Ashley. So I come over in the hopes that I will know whatever the hell happened with Aiden, and happy that you’re opening up to me, just to be completely shut out. What game are you playing?”

Ashley rises from her chair to meet my glare, like a challenge. She leans on the table the same way I am to get in my face. “Game? I’m not playing any game with you, Spencer. I thought we could just have a fun night together, that’s all last night was. Did you hang out with me last night just so you could get some dirt on me? I should have known better.” She says shaking her head. “I’ve met so many of you in the past.” She looks me up and down with disgust when she says ‘you’, as if to degrade me. She moves away from the table with both of our plates in hand and drops them in the sink, almost causing them to break.