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Taylor so wants to kill me.

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“Hey you.” I beamed at Spencer as she opened her front door. I grabbed her by her belt loops and pulled her into me, crashing my lips onto hers, “I missed you.” I whispered, my lips moving against hers.

Spencer blushed, “I missed you too, Ash.” She smiled, biting her lip.

“How was Kate doing?” I asked slightly curious. I wondered what they talked about.

“She’s doing alright. Taylor’s giving her crap about the whole ‘time of the month’ situation.” Spencer chuckled, resting her head on my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around her, “Haha, yeah, I kind of pissed Taylor off. I might’ve bragged, just a little bit.” I strained my voice.

Spencer looked at me, “You’re an ass, you know that?” She mentioned nonchalantly.

“I’ve been told that.” I smiled, “But are you okay with the fact that you are in love with an ass?”

Spencer looked as if she were really thinking on this.

I scoffed, “Well, thanks, I love you too.” I said sarcastically.

She laughed, “I was joking Ash. I love the fact that I am in love with you.” She pecked my lips.

“That’s better.” I grinned at her, “So, are you ready to get out of here?” I made dinner reservations at this one Italian restaurant, Spencer’s big on the Italian food.

Spencer nodded. We headed out to my car, and like the amazing girlfriend I am, I opened the car door for her. And then we were off to our romantic night on the town.

*************SC’s POV

“Davies? Ashley Davies?” Ashley was beginning to get annoyed at the maître d’.

“I am sorry, but there is no ‘Ashley Davies.’” The maître d’ said politely.

Ashley gritted her teeth, “You have got to be kidding me!”

The people behind us began to get restless, “Move it people!”

She turned around, “Shut up.” Ashley said dangerously.

“Ash, come on. It’s fine. Let’s go.” I soothed her, giving her hand a little squeeze.

Ashley rolled her eyes, and she led me out of the restaurant.

“What the hell is wrong with those people? I called them and made reservations two days ago!” She vented, opening the passenger side door for me.

She closed, or more like slammed my door shut.




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