Ashley stood stone still in the door frame of Spencer’s room. Staring shocked at first, but it turned to anger in a matter of seconds. You can’t really blame her. I mean what would you think if you saw your, strictly non dancing girlfriend slow dancing quite cosily with one of her gorgeous friends?

“Spencer? What the hell is going on” Ashley face was showing her upset, but her voice displayed her vulnerability and hurt. The small brunette hugged herself, giving little comfort to her. What’s a girl to do when the only person who can comfort her is the one causing the hurt? Ashley waited impatiently for her reply. Her misty eyes focused mainly on Spencer and only a few times did she look at Sara Bella.

Spencer looked down at her shaking fingers. “We were just dancing” she replied in a mere whisper. Her guilty stand and eyes do nothing to ease Ashley’s uncertaintancy.

Spencer looks up from the almond carpet to see Ashley staring down at her. Sparks fly like they do every time their eyes meet, but this time to sparks burn into her heart.

The tension in the room was quickly becoming unbearable for Sara Bella. “I’m just going to leave. I’m sorry if I caused any problems” She left the dead silent room at her quickest walking pace.

Ashley could hear the sincerity in Sara’s apology, but that did not excuse Spencer from the situation at hand. Slowly Ashley approached Spencer’s cowering form.

“Spencer I will ask this only once…Do you have feelings towards Sara Bella, other than friendly?” Ashley was looking the blonde square in the face, which made it impossible for Spencer to lie. The heat from the brunette’s gaze easily retracted the truth from the younger girl.

“Ashley I love her as…” Ashley interrupted as her tears threatened to fall down her fallen face.  “Then I hope your happy together” she quickly stated, before she bolted.

Spencer didn’t even have time to finish. She chased after Ashley, only missing her by seconds. Ashley had already sped away in her car.

Flipping out her phone, she ran back to the house and back to her room. Spencer dialled Ashley’s number. Just as she expected the call was sent straight to voicemail. “Fuck!” she screamed into her pillow as she cried harder than ever before.