You Don't Feel Pretty, You Just Feel Used

A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first attempt at a Pretty Little Liars story because I just couldn't contain my Spoby feelings any longer! Lol, so I know this is short, but it's only a preview, so if you want me to continue, please review and let me know! Reviews seriously make my day! Enjoy guys!

P.S. I'm not sure how I feel about the title, hopefully its alright!

Spencer Hastings smiled as she walked down the stairs of her nearly vacant home. Her family was gone, leaving her on her own for the month. They were in Los Angeles, talking to some law friends about Melissa's future, even though she liked working in Philly. The brunette moved to the island in the kitchen with a bounce in her step, as she always did when it was almost time for her to see him. He was always the one that could make her happy, even on the darkest of days. Sure, Hanna, Emily, and Aria were great company and the best friends a girl could ask for, but they didn't compare to the butterflies she got every time he came near her.

Spencer sighed in contentment as she leaned her elbows on the granite countertop and gazed out the window in thought. Suddenly, her world went dark as she felt hands slide over her eyes. She instinctively reached up to claw at the person and hands, an automatic reaction since the A-Team started coming after them a little more than a year ago. Before she could do any real damage with her manicured nails, she was spun around quickly, her chocolate eyes meeting Tahitian blue ones. Her tense face relaxed into a warm smile that he returned.

"Toby, do you always have to scare me like that?" she joked before lightly pecking his cheek and grabbing his hand.

"Well, you make it so easy sometimes, Spence," he grinned, allowing her to pull him out the front door and towards his car.

"Well, maybe this won't scare you, but…" she trailed off and stopped before crashing her lips against his.

~~~PLL~~~

The Hastings girl will be ALL alone for a while now, won't she? What's stopping you from having a little fun? –Kisses.

His features were lit up by the bright glow of the cell phone screen under the dark shadows as he smirked. Whomever this blocked number belonged to, he sure owed them one. Even though he was married, he had always had a thing for her. However, she always made it a point to stay away from him, acting as though the kisses had meant nothing at all. Everything meant nothing to her. Well, he happened to know for a fact that her parents and Melissa would be across the country in California for the month, not at all like the short trips to Philly. This text was just the push he needed. He would seem like a lion stalking its prey.

No one would be there to help her. No one would hear her scream.