SORRY I'M JUST SO MAD THAT ANDREW FUCKING CAMPBELL IS BACK. I HATE HIM. CAN HE JUST BACK OFF OF SPOBY? THIS SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED. SOMEONE NEEDED TO SET HIM STRAIGHT WHEN HE SAID HIS DICKISH LINE "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DONE WITH THAT CARPENTER" OR WHATEVER CRAP. SHE WILL NEVER BE DONE WITH TOBY! SPOBY IS ENDGAME. AND THEN HE GOES AND GIVES SPENCER DRUGS. WHY WOULD YOU GIVE HER DRUGS? HE KNOWS HOW CRAZY SHE CAN GET!
Whoa... Just sorry. I just needed to get this out of my system.
"I thought you were done with that carpenter."
She glances up at him awkwardly. Did he really just say that?
"Why would you think that?" she asks.
"Last time I checked, we were stripping in your living room," Andrew says, eying her cautiously. "I thought that things were done with him. I thought that maybe I had a chance, but now I don't know what's going on. I thought that you inviting me here was an opportunity."
She stares at the floor.
"Thanks," she says quietly, "for the study aid."
He nods his head, and then cocks it to the side.
"Why are you ignoring what I just said?" Andrew asks.
"Because I don't know what to say," Spencer almost snaps. "What do you want me to say? The full truth."
"Being truthful is always good," Andrew says, nodding his head. "If you want to say what's on your mind, say it. I can handle it, even if it's bad."
"Well okay. Here's the truth, Andrew," Spencer says, shoving the pills off in her old prescription bottle. "No, no, I'm not done with him, and he's not 'that carpenter', he has a name, and it's Toby. I don't know what opportunity you were looking for. To finish our stripping game? Because that's not going to happen. I was kidding when I made the side boob joke, alright? I was in a dark place when we played that game, so I don't see why it hasn't been forgotten yet. It didn't mean anything!"
Andrew swallows hard at her words. He feels really rejected
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm not interested," she concludes, a lot less harsh than before.
He sighs, and picks his notebook up. He sees a blue shirt on her bed as he approaches the door.
"Is that the carpenter's?" Andrew asks, nearly choking on his words.
"God, his name is Toby," Spencer corrects. "Do we need to say it together multiple times? Toby. Toby. Toby. Got it? Good." Then she realizes he's pointing at Toby's blue shirt, the one she stole from him. Heat rises to her cheeks. "Uh... um... yeah, it's his."
Andrew looks disappointed.
"Oh. Okay," he says, nodding his head. "I'm sorry... for assuming that you were done with Toby."
"Oh. Um, it's fine. I'm sorry for raising my voice," Spencer apologizes.
"Friends?" Andrew asks.
"Friends," Spencer agreed, smiling.