She was late.  Beyond late.  It was noon and she'd missed most of the school day.  Spencer Carlin was never late, and she certainly didn't skip class altogether.  Well, that one time, but did that even count because they hadn't actually had class? 

But now she had missed English, Calculus, Physics, and Spanish.  And without a good reason.  Without any real reason at all.  Ok, that wasn't true, but she certainly couldn't tell her teachers that she'd missed class because she was up until 5:00 with her...what?

Girlfriend?  No, they weren't back together...were they?  Ex?  She cringed at that thought.   She hadn't just spent the night with her ex.  It was more than that.  But what?

Shaking her head, Spencer refocused on her more immediate problem.  What was she going to tell her parents?  What was she going to tell her teachers? 

Halfway to school, she was starting to think that leaving Ashley's had been a very stupid idea.  After all, she had already missed most of the day.  What point was there in trying to salvage the last bit?

Salvage, was that what she was attempting to do with Ashley?  Was that what last night had been about, salvaging something of their relationship, of them?

Spencer sighed and bit her lip, fighting against a smile.  No, last night certainly hadn't been about salvaging anything.  It had been about starting over, starting again.  And as she turned the car around, heading back toward Ashley's, she realized that's exactly what this whole thing was.  It was starting over.  It was starting again.