A/N: So lately I've been re-editing all of the things I've posted and adding A LOT to them. I think that they have drastically improved. So I thought, why not take a shot at this one? It was only, like, barely two words before. But I really liked the plot so I just wanted to actually make this story happen. Sorry for the long Author's Note. I'm also really sorry for all of the italics. It's like half the story. I just imagine Jenna being so snide and sardonic about things in her head. I'm not really good at knowing how characters would think and this is the best I could do so I just stuck with it. For a little clarification, the italics are said sarcastically (not necessarily in the 'nooo, reeeally?' way, more like the 'well, we wouldn't want that, would we?' completely Jenna way where it's all kind of twisted and it would sound totally sincere if she weren't evil) and the bold print is the stuff that would be italicized for emphasis (like that) but I don't want to confuse you too much. Also remember this is in seasons one and two so obviously a lot has changed since then.
You're sitting in the school courtyard waiting for Toby. It's a relatively pleasant day, so you don't mind too much that he's late. Unless your parents ask, of course, then it was such a traumatic experience, you were so scared, and you had no idea what to do because Toby wasn't there like he was supposed to be and "Where were you Toby? Why'd you leave poor Jenna all by herself?"
When he does show up-only a few minutes late, but two seconds is enough for you to ensure he gets in trouble later-he smells different. It's girly. Perfume. Not too many people interact with him nowadays, especially girls, and the ones that do, rarely get near enough to him were their perfume would rub off. That seriously narrows down the possibilities, not that you wouldn't have figured out anyway, but now you can guarantee where it's from. He has a new lab partner. You already know who it is, too (because, come on, you know everything before everyone in this town. Even if you are poor, blind Jenna.). It's Emily Fields. The goody two-shoes. The swimmer. There's nothing not to like about her, really. Except, oh yeah, little Miss Perfect was one of the girls that blinded you.
As much as you would love for the world to know how evil those girls are, you can still hold the guilt and truth over their heads to get what you want for a while. Telling the truth would mean you had no control over them, and a lot less control over Toby. Being in charge of five people is much better than being barely in charge of one. So you warn Toby. You put it in his head that if she were to somehow find out about how much more of a monster he really is then not only would he lose her as a friend, or anything more, she would never even want to be near him again.
You're sitting in your bedroom one day when there's a knock at the door. You make no move to get it because you're you and that's not how things work. Someone opens the door and closes it a few times then all is quiet. After a while you realize you haven't heard Toby moving around lately. You go to see what's going on-whilst smirking at your own joke-and hear soft voices flowing through the family room window. It's easy to identify the first one, Toby. The second one is much softer which makes it harder to identify, not only from not being able to hear it as well but because she usually speaks so clearly and boldly. Spencer. One of them. You realize nothing good can come from those two talking. You slam the window shut before you realize that you could be casually listening to the conversation.
It's less than a minute later that Toby is back in the house. Before he can run off to his room you ask him what she wanted and why he bothered to answer. He tells you that she's tutoring him in French. You scoff and debate whether it being a cover or the truth is more ridiculous. You make a joke about how French is only one thing he could be doing with his tongue. He immediately shoves past you and you catch a whif of perfume that now rests on his clothing. It smells so incredibly Spencer-although it lacks that piece of devil you know lives inside her-that you could've identified it even without having known who was outside with him.
He came home smelling of her perfume more and more. Eventually, you were surprised when he didn't reek of it. As time went on, not only her scent rubbed off on him. He became more confident and stubborn. One day he even went as far as to outright defy you. The most interesting part, however, was how much stronger the scent got over time. The strength of the stench also affected his mood. The more pungent the smell, the happier he was. You could actually hear his dopey smiles. It seemed they were getting closer in every aspect of the word.
You could hear them talking from outside the door. Toby and a voice that's too quiet to identify. You opened the door and Toby immediately assisted you. As you walked past you sensed someone move out of the way for you. That's when you smelt it, that perfume.
"Spencer, is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me."
You smirk, she sounds upset and you know it's because Toby hasn't forgiven her. She deserves it for the way she treated him.
"Thought so."