“So?” She looked at me nervously, “What do you think?”  She gave a little twirl, and though the dress was simple, it fit her like a glove and she paired the gold zipper with a pair of gold strap sandals perfectly.  Her hair was swept up into a high bun, wisp of baby hairs framing her face.  Delicate makeup only enhanced her beauty, making her look goddess like.

            “Um, you look amazing.”

            “Really?” she asked, smiling at me. 

            I nodded, literally at a lost for words as I stared at her.

“That means a lot to me, Ash.”  She glided over to me, kissing me on my cheek before walking over to the closet again and grabbing a shawl.  She gave me once last look and smile, waving to me before walking out the door.

So now it was just me sitting in this room, alone with my thoughts.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealously.  This Taylor chick really didn’t deserve Spencer, from what I knew.  She should be getting dressed up so I could take her to dinner.  But I didn’t deserve her either, did I?  I would only eventually hurt her as well. 

I didn’t know if I thought that there would be any girl that could change me or if I could even change myself.  Even when this semester started, I was certain that I would eventually hurt Jessica, because that’s just how shit goes.  But if I cheated and told Jessica she wouldn’t leave and that was enough for me to never want to cheat on her.  Any girl that flirted with me could never measure up to Jessica so it never seemed worth it to cheat, when I would end up with the better women anyway.

            But this was different.  When I looked at Spencer, I didn’t want to just sleep with her.  In-fact, sleeping with her was usually the furthest thing from my mind.  When I looked at Spencer, I wanted to show her something better than this Taylor world she was lost in.  But did I think I was that better person?  Would I just eventually hurt her like all the rest?

            Yes, the little voice told me.

            Spencer didn’t deserve that.  Not that Jessica did.  However, Jessica knew me before all of this; she knew what I was about and she took that chance. She would always bounce back.  Spencer only saw the Ashley now.  She never knew the girl that screwed any and every pretty girl she could get my hands on.  She never knew me when I partied hard and what the tabloids had to say about it.  She didn’t watch as I broke every last girl’s heart.  To Spencer, I wasn’t Ashley Davies, the daughter of a rock star, I was just Ashley.

            I made up my mind, then and there to keep my distance from Spencer from that moment on.