Spencer's POV

I looked down at my hands, at the spaces between my fingers, remembering how Toby's fingers had fit those spaces perfectly.

I wanted to hate him. I was expected to hate him. I should hate him. But how could I?

I remembered the way he looked at me, as if I was the only person in the world. The way he put up with my admittedly insane quirks as if they didn't matter at all, as if they were completely normal, as if he would be insane if they bothered him.

But it had all been an act, a carefully constructed façade for the sake of revenge.

I couldn't believe that he was a part of the A team. I didn't want to believe it. I wasn't naïve though. As much as I wished it wasn't, I knew it was true. It didn't take him long to pack up and skip town after he was found out either. I suppose it was for the best. One less member of the A team around, and Toby would still be safe.

I wasn't happy, though nobody expected me to be. How can you be happy when somebody you loved, somebody you trusted, turns out to be a total fraud, right? As much as that should bother me, and it does, a little, it wasn't why I was unhappy. I just wanted him back.

I remembered the day I had caught him, with the black hoodie on, the black gloves, the black everything.

He saw me and for a moment looked like a deer in the headlights, but then his lips had curved up into what can only be described as a sinister looking smile. His eyes pierced me from across the street, peering devilishly from underneath the black hood. I should have felt afraid. I should have been furious. I should have been heartbroken. But at the moment, all I could think of was how incredibly sexy he looked with that menacing grin plastered on his face.

I wanted to hate him, but I found it impossible. I loved him. I was in love with him.

Sure, I hated that he was on the A team. I hated everything that he may or may not have done as A. I hated that he had lied to me. I hated that he could do such horrible things to me and my friends. I hated a lot of things, just not him.

I stared at my phone, as if I were waiting for something. Waiting for a message. From him. One I knew wasn't coming.

I thought of texting him. I knew I shouldn't, that it was a bad idea. I didn't even know what I would say. I had so many questions. Why? Was any of it real? Are you ever coming back? Who else is there (Not that he would have answered that one)?

My fingers nimbly typed out a message, one that would undoubtedly be my downfall, and pressed send. It was done. There was no going back now.

Toby's POV

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and saw that the message was from Spencer. She knew now. I guessed she probably wanted to know why or how long, but I wasn't prepared for the words that she had sent.

I still love you.

It's short, and admittedly not my best work, but what do you think? Please review!

Inspired by and titled after Kate Voegele's song "Wish You Were" (not based off of though)