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I Would Never Do Such a Thing
"Ali, why are you dragging me?" Aria asks her blonde friend. She throws a glare towards the brunette, effectively shutting her up. She finally stops in the middle of the woods and turns to face Aria. Alison crosses her arms.
"What took you so long?" she demands. Emily, Hanna, and Spencer finally catch up to the other girls and look back and forth between them.
"The cabins aren't exactly close to the mess hall, Ali," she says, annoyed.
"Whatever," she snaps, "Toby Cavanaugh is here too." Hazel eyes widen.
"What is he doing here?" she questions, surprised.
"You really have to ask that, Aria? After what he was accused of with Jenna?" Spencer asks her best friend.
"He wasn't just accused, Spence," Ali smirks, "He was found guilty and I'm sure that's exactly why he's here. He's a creep."
"I don't believe it for a second. I think he was framed," she counters, being the only one of the group not afraid to stand up to Alison.
"Guys, can we, maybe, not fight?" Hanna whispers, "We need to stick together. I'm never going to see any of you again after this summer. Can we please just make the most of it?"
"You're not going anywhere, hefty Hanna," Alison says, "We're all coming away from this, innocent and popular as ever."
"I don't know, Ali," Emily adds in, "This is bad. Like really bad. She went blind."
"It was an accident, girls," the leader tells them, "And I already told you that I will take care of it."
"I swear to God, Alison, if you try to pin this on Toby, I will-" Spencer is cut off.
"You'll what? Break him out of jail so you can show all of Rosewood how in love you are with him?" There is obvious venom in Ali's voice and the tall, thin, brunette feels her face burn.
"I'm not in love with him!" she exclaims, "It's just not fair to pin something we did, on him."
"God, Spencer!" Alison practically shrieks.
"You know what guys, I'm going to go swimming in the lake, while we still have free time," Emily informs them, "I don't want to deal with this." She stalks off to get a bathing suit.
"You see, now you made Em run off, Spence. Nice going," Ali snarkily tells her. Spencer huffs and walks farther into the woods.
"I'm out, too, guys," Aria tells the two blondes, "I want to check the art room." She leaves without another word. Alison smiles at Hanna.
"Come on, Hanna," she tells her friend, "Let's go do something fun, together." Hanna smiles back and follows Ali out of the woods.
Toby
Toby hastily wipes the tears off his face and looks up at the dark-haired girl. A gust of wind blows through the woods, making her hair swirl around her face like a dark halo. Mocha eyes flash with an emotion he doesn't recognize and it's gone too quickly for him to figure it out.
"Spencer?" he states, but it comes out as a question, "How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long. Long enough to see you're hurting, though," she replies, lowering herself to sit next to him.
"Why do you care?" he snaps.
"Because it's not fair. You don't belong here. Everybody thinks they know who you are, but they don't." The bitter tone in her voice doesn't go unnoticed by Toby.
"You're not like the others. You actually understand that people aren't toys."
"Alison is the only one that thinks that. Emily, Aria and Hanna only go along with it because they know what she's capable of. Just like me," she whispers. Toby hesitates for a second and then places his hand lightly on Spencer's knee.
"You four, you don't belong here. Alison did it, not you. Why did you let yourself get sucked into her games?" he questions her. He only asks out of curiosity, nothing else, he tells himself. No, you ask because you're in love with her, his brain shouts at him.
"Ali's not a good person. Everyone knows that. But she does help us with a lot. If it wasn't for Alison, I would be alone, all the time. She doesn't do anything without a reason but nobody does. Not really. We all have motives and we all play games."
"Not everyone plays games, Spencer. Maybe you just read too much into people being nice to you," Toby tells her, studying her perfect face.
"Why were you crying before?" Spencer boldly asks her blue-eyed companion.
"There's a lot going on that you don't understand."
"Then explain it to me."
"Jenna isn't what she seems. You know that and I know that, but her mother and my father don't. They think she's sweet and innocent. She turned my own dad against me. I'm leaving Rosewood. For good. There's nothing there for me anymore," he explains. Except you, he mentally adds.
"There is something there for you, Toby," Spencer whispers, "There's me." His bright, blue eyes widen in shock and he thinks he's hearing things. That is until she leans forward and brushes her lips softly against his. She pulls back immediately, surprised with what she just did. Toby places his hand on the back of her neck and pulls her back. Their lips meet in a firey kiss. This time, Toby pulls away and rests his forehead against Spencer's.
"You have no clue how long I've wanted to do that," he whispers to her.
"Likewise," she grins widely at him.
"What will your friends think?" Spencer's smile falls and she moves away from Toby. Not far, but enough so that they are no longer touching.
"Toby, I really, really like you. I always have. But the thing is, I don't know how my friends will take it if I tell them."
"Your friends should support you no matter what. Think about it, Spencer. I have been in love with you since the day I met you, but I refuse to sneak around behind your friends' backs. I don't want a girlfriend who's ashamed of me." With that being said, he stands up and walks away. Spencer watches him go with a heavy heart. She doesn't know what to do.
Emily
The dark-haired girl swims quickly through the clear, blue lake. She stops at the end to catch her breath before swinging around and ripping back through the water. She climbs out onto the dock and sits, staring at the water.
"You're fast." Emily whips around and sees a girl. A beautiful, dark-skinned girl with black hair and dark eyes stands before her.
"I'm on the swim team at my school," she tells the mysterious girl.
"I can see that. You definitely have the body for it," she responds, "I'm Maya, by the way. Maya St. Germain."
"Emily Fields." Maya sits down next to Emily and they shake hands. Emily looks away, blushing.
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