Ashley’s POV

I rushed out of the building, looking for Spencer. I turned to the right and collided with a blond talking on the phone.

“Ooooofff,” the blond exclaimed. I guess I found her. I jumped up and helped her back up.

“I’m so sorry Spencer.”

“Its okay,” she said her eyes averted from mine. I guess she’s still upset about what Ethan said. What an ass.

“Do you need a ride or something? I don’t want to leave you here.” My limo was just pulling up to the curb.

“My brother was supposed to pick me up but he got stuck at work. I’ll just catch a cab or something. I’m sure you don’t live anywhere near me.”

“In that case we can go get something to eat or just hang out.” Please say yes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to save that for later?” What is she talking about?

“Huh?”

Spencer smirked and started taping away on her phone. “It says here that I have an appointment with you tonight at six. Didn’t you check your schedule?”

Yeah right. I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to listen to everything Ethan says you know.”

“He’s my manager. I think I should listen to what he says. Anyway, I’ll decline for lunch, but how about coffee?”

I smiled and so did she. I grabbed her hand and opened the door of the limo with the other. She stepped inside the limo and was instantly amazed. I slid in right next to her and told my driver, Robbie to head to one of my favorite coffee shops, Café Bonami.

Spencer was quiet for the first few minutes but it was a comfortable silence. Suddenly, she exclaimed, “So you’re pretty famous right?”

Where is she going with this? “Yeah,” I replied cautiously.

“Have you dated any celebrities?” I started to calculate my answer, but before I could reply she said, “No… Let me guess. Ummm, Stephen Coletti?”

I shook my head no.

“Shia LeBeouf?”

“No,” I replied quietly. Why was this so hard?

“Ummm, Jesse Metcalfe?”

“No, but I did meet him in re…I mean in a club once.” Man that was close. So many people know about my past but amazingly she doesn’t. I’m sure it wont’t be long though before someone informed her though.

“It’s okay Ashley, I know your secret.” Oh no, she knows I don’t like guys.

I might as well play dumb, “What do you mean?”

“My brother told me that you went to rehab last year.”

“Oh.” Wait that’s it? At least her brother failed to note what happened when Lindsay Lohan was in rehab at the same time…that was interesting. I smiled at the memory.

She saw that I was somewhat uncomfortable and decided to talk about something else. “So, which celebrities have you dated?”

Oh no. This was the time; I would have to tell her. I started to formulate my reply when suddenly the limo stopped. I was saved again. I was safe for now.

Robbie came around to open the door and Spencer and I stepped out and made our way to the door. I was just about to reach for the door when I was blinded by a flashing white light. A paparazzo.

I tried to get inside quickly. I was used to this but Spencer wasn’t. Plus, he could give me away at any second.

“Hey Ashley, who is this? How’s Mischa?” The officious photographer questioned.

I finally got in the door but that’s when the real questioning started.

“Mischa? As in Mischa Barton? Why would you know how she is?”

“Um, I was at her birthday party a few weeks ago.” I guess she hasn’t seen the news lately. Then she would know exactly what I gave to Mischa for her gift. What a closet case!

As if things couldn’t get any worse, a girl who looked about my age ran over to me. “Oh my God! You’re Ashley Davies! I love you.” She suddenly grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I couldn’t help but grab her and kiss back. This is what I’m known for.

I guess I’m out now. Well, at least to Spencer.