Okay, so this has been in my drafts for awhile, I was contemning on to finish it or not, and I decided I would. So tell me what you think. It's AU, and there was no A. So Toby is obviously not A.

Also for any of those readers who read "Destined to be" I am now motivated to continue, so expect some updates on that :) Well, tell me what you think...

Chapter One

Bar Lights Upon Me

The brunette with the name of Spencer, could hardly count how many drinks she was rotting her liver with. The week wasn't her best, actually it was one of her worsts in a while. To start the week off, she had dinner with her family. Now, to most that doesn't sound too bad. But, a Hastings family dinner, isn't like most family dinner. It isn't really comforting or warm at all. More like, dysfunctional and judgmental. Of course her sister, and long time rivalry, Melissa, had gotten to her parent's house before hand to help prepare for the huge meal. Melissa was accompanied by her hot shot brain sergeant fiance. So after Melissa's big announcement, that she was getting married, Spencer's intern ship to a big law firm, was complete chop liver to her parents. Next, Melissa sprang the idea on her that she should be her maid-of-honor, acting as if the two actually got along. Spencer didn't even understand her sister's logic in asking her to be her maid-of-honor. It's not like they were close. Ever. Although, with her parents, Melissa, and her fiance Brian Gene, starring at her eagerly. She couldn't just say no. She was sucked into this wedding, not just any bridezilla's wedding but, Melissa's wedding. How perfect it would have to be, and Spencer knew if she made one mistake, it would all be on her. All be her fault. This just made her life more stressful.

But, that was just Sunday. Just the starter of her wonderful week. On Monday, she had a huge test, that she got a B on. To most that was good, but to Spencer that was awful. Midterms were next week, and she could hardly study because her close friend, and roommate; Rebecca, had been balling all week since her and her long time boyfriend's broke up. Yes sure, she could escape it by going to the library, but then she was labeled as an awful friend. But, this was law school. She had too study or she mind as well be working in some cheep fast food place as a cashier until she was too old to know the difference between a five and nine. Her friend's constant crying streamed through the week, and didn't stop. It was almost impossible to concentrate, her friend would either come in her room occasionally, saying she couldn't sleep, and keep Spencer up all night with her sobs or make Spencer stay up all night with her watching sappy romance movies. Spencer cared about her friend, she really did, and she knew she was being selfish, but she really wished that her other roommate Hanna would come home from New York already, so she too could help comfort the very broken friend. Then maybe Spencer could get some alone time.

On Tuesday, her single day with no classes, she started her internship. Her boss was awful, and was probably the most arrogant man Spencer had ever met. Although, Spencer didn't have to put up with him for long, because on Thursday they took her off the internship. Saying 'We already have enough people, sorry'. They weren't sorry. Spencer, was sure it was because of her terrible boss, who seemed to hate her from the minute he saw her.

Then, on Wednesday, she had her first lunch date with Melissa, about the wedding. Melissa was defiantly a bridezilla, worse even, and the next four months were going to the longest four months of her life. Melissa practically piled things for Spencer to do, and she needed it to be done by next week. Spencer was already swamped in her on homework from school, and swamped in shifts at the local coffee shop. She didn't have time for Melissa, although she was a Hastings. She wasn't going to admit defeat, even though she could tell this was a game of torture for Melissa. And Melissa, was enjoying every second of it.

So by the time Friday night rolled in, Spencer desperately needed a trip to the bar. Usually, she wouldn't go alone. But, Rebecca was too depressed to go anywhere , Her other bestfriend Aria Montgomery was having quality time with her boyfriend Ezra Fitz. Hanna, was in New York still, and Emily; her last best friend was most likely sleeping after working all day, and training all day. She wasn't about to wake her, because Spencer needed someone to talk too. No Spencer was fine, she was a Hastings. She didn't need any one.

As Spencer stirred her vodka soda's ice cubes with her red skinny straw, awaiting her next drink, a blond man sat beside her. "Hello," He said a charming smile arising on his face.

"Hi," She said not even looking at the man now sitting beside her.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a bar, alone, on a Friday night?" He asked, his voice flirtatious.

"I'm not alone." She snapped. "Not, anymore anyways." She muttered shooting him a hard glare. Hoping he would go away, Spencer wasn't in the mood to chat with some random guy, who was mostly likely just looking for the golden ticket to her pants.

"Well, you're a ray of sunshine aren't you?" He chuckled softly. Spencer, dryly let out a unenthusiastic scoff. "How about I buy you a drink?" he asked.

"I'm good." She mumbled shifting her body uncomfortably.

"That's what they all say." He said with a smug smile. "Bartender!" He whipped his head to the bartender, snapping his fingers.

"I can pay for my own damn drink." She shot at him bitterly, locking eyes with the brown eyed man.

"Well, I insist."

"And I insist, you don't." She said firmly.

"You're a feisty one aren't you?" He smirked. "I like them feisty," He whispered huskily. Spencer rolled her eyes, couldn't these guys take a hint. She didn't want to sleep with them, or have anything with them whatsoever. She knew she should have just bought a bottle of liquor, and gotten drunk in her room. Although, then Rebecca would probably get drunk too. That would just make matters worse and it would be a mess. "What's wrong sugarplum?" He asked after she didn't reply, Spencer snapped out of her thoughts and rolled her eyes nastily, at the blond man.

"Can you take a hint? Just go away." She demanded.

"What do you not play on this team? Because, baby I'm in to that, and it wouldn't be the first time. We could even maybe get another girl in on this if that's what you'd like." he winked suggestively, as he leaned closer. Spencer scoffed in disgust, eyeing him up and down. Before she could say anything, she heard a familiar voice.

"Spencer," He greeted, shifting his blue eyes between the pair. He shot her a flustered look, and she pursed her lips annoyed. He moved his eyes over to the man, his eyes becoming hard.

"What?" The blond man said, shifting his eyes dazzled between the two. The man leaned away from Spencer slowly. "Is this your boyfriend?"

"No," She growled. "But that doesn't change-"

"Then there's no problem." He smirked.

"Actually, there is." The man standing up said. "You."

"Now, Now, Now," The man said putting his hands up in defense. "I don't want any trouble, and this is really none of your business." He said standing up in front of the blue eyed man.

"She wants you to leave," He gritted through his teeth his eyes shooting out daggers. "So I suggest you do so, before someone gets hurt." He threatened. The man shifted his eyes between the very annoyed brunette, and the man before him. As if he was pondering what he should do next. The blond man threw his hands down, and mumbled something before stomping away.

"You didn't have to do that, Toby." She rolled her head to the man standing above her. "I was fine."

"I'm sure you were," His voice trailed as he sat next to her. This was weird, it was the first time she saw him since the huge break up ordeal. Was she suppose to not talk to him? I mean, Rebecca was her best friend. Toby, was just a friend through Rebecca, Emily and Ezra. She ordered a new drink, not knowing what to say to Toby.

"So, how's becca?" He asked apprehensively.

"Bad." She slurred, gulping on her tequila. He gulped, and then too ordered a tequila shot.

"Are you not talking to me?" he asked hesitantly.

"What do you expect," She shrugged glancing at him.

"Not this. It was a mutual break up, and suddenly Emily seems to hate me." He rambled. Emily and him had become best friends over the years. Spencer swore that if Emily wasn't gay, that he and Emily would be the couple. Instead of the once Rebecca and Toby.

"That's what happens." She winced from the alcohol stinging her throat. "People pick sides."

"It sucks." He muttered.

"It really does." She mumbled. "So what's your side of the story?" She asked looking at him.

"Isn't it all the same story?"

She shook her head. "There's always a side, of to every story." She fumbled on her words slightly. "What's yours?" She challenged. "And why are you here on a Friday night. Alone."

"Why are you?" He counter acted narrowing his sapphire eyes on her.

"I asked you first," She said locking eyes with the man next to her, a smirk taking hold of her face. With another round of drinks, the night just began.

I need to stop writing stories...