Spencer’s POV:

            “Get up,” Erica commanded, making me groan and turn over in my bed, ignoring her. “You’ve been lying in this bed for a week and I’m tired of it. So get the hell out of bed and be in the living room in one hour or so help me God I will –“

            “Okay!” I said, sitting up before forcefully ripping the heavy comforter off of my body and jumping out of bed. I knew that I looked terrible but I really didn’t care. I’d been crying nonstop for the past week and I had stopped doing anything other than sleeping and eating whenever Erica forced me.

            “Get in the shower and wash yourself, you smell bad. Then I want you to put on a cute outfit that’s comfortable because we are going somewhere and I won’t be having you looking like shit.” I groaned as she pushed me towards the shower. I got in grudgingly and I have to admit that the hot water felt amazing against my skin. I took my time in washing my hair, making sure that I got all the grease out before I washed myself two times over. When I got out I dried my hair and I had to admit that I felt a lot better now that I was clean and fresh. Erica had laid out an outfit on my bed. A pair of skinny jeans and a band t-shirt that was about a size too small so that it often rode up to show off my flat stomach. I pulled on the pair of flip flops that she had laid out before walking into the living room.

            Hugh was there and he and Erica were talking in low voices. When they noticed me they stopped talking and Hugh handed me a hoodie wordlessly. He and I had become really good friends after our break up; seeing as he was always over at my house. Watching him and Erica together was a bit weird at first but I eventually got over it and realized how amazingly cute they were. She was wild and crazy and kept him on his toes which I knew that he loved. He and I had always been comfortable but we had lacked the passion that every relationship needs.