AN- Thanks for reviewing guys! Also, updates are between 1-2 weeks depending on how my muse is and if my brain isn't melted. Also, each chapter rotates between Povs between Spencer and Mona. Since last chapter was Mona's Pov, this chapter is Spencer's Pov. And it rotates every chapter unless I write it from someone else's Pov. Also, some spoby happens in this chapter! (Squee!) So I hope you enjoy this chapter! As always, reviews are appreciated! -M

Chapter 6: Heartfelt Tingles

" Hey Mona?" I said, sipping a black medium coffee from The Brew.

" Yeah?" She spoke, eating a mint macaroon at the same time.

" How long till we kill him?" I asked, wanting to get him out of the way. " He's just so naïve and it just kills me just to look at his poor, innocent-looking face."

" Soon Spencer. He needs to trust you before we take the next step. Also, on Homecoming day, you and I are going to attend." Mona spoke, breezing through each word like rain trickling down on a window sill at night.

" Wait, didn't you say we weren't attending last night?" I asked, feeling very confused.

" We are attending, just not as guests." Mona vaguely said, leaving me still very confused about whether or not we were actually attending Homecoming or not.

" What do you mean not as guests?"

" I mean we are attending as spies, you idiot!" Mona lashed out at me, which resulted in me coughing from gulping my black coffee too quickly.

" Sorry." She sincerely apologised, pausing to rub my arm before speaking again.

" We are attending Homecoming to spy on those stupid idiots over there." She then proceeded to point at Ali, Aria, Emily and Hanna who were currently eating strawberry ice-cream together whilst gossiping about the boys in this town.

" So, what do I need to bring?"

" Just wear something you can cover up and hide in, Lucas has everything we need." Mona answered, sipping her medium white chocolate frappé as well.

" Okay. I need to go, I've got assignment results in Mr Fitz class and you know how much an A+ makes me really happy, so bye!" I quickly said to Mona before heading out the secret exit, walking back to school and passing people through the hallway before I finally reached A.P English with 5 Minutes to spare.

I decided to quickly read over my notes as the school announced on Monday that every A.P class has tests this week that will make up 35% of our grade for this semester.

As I skimmed through my notes, I noticed Aria, Emily and Hanna walk by and casually sit right behind me in the second row. Why are they sitting behind me?

" Hello students. As you may have heard, we are going to be doing tests today, so I highly suggest you quickly read over your notes from the last week or so as I hand out your assignment results that was due last Friday." Everyone had groaned when Mr Fitz announced we were doing tests today. Don't they listen to morning announcements?

As Mr Fitz placed my result on my desk, my heart skipped a beat as I read it.

'A++' It said. Never in my whole entire life that I've received two pluses next to my 'A' before. Even Melissa hasn't ever received this before. Finally, something I can actually boast about!

After my loud squealing inside of my brain, I noticed a small, yet noticeable if you look closely—a patch of red writing in the corner of my paper.

' Spencer, this is a request from your A.P French teacher since she couldn't be here to ask, will you tutor Toby Cavanaugh please? More information in the front office. -Mr Fitz'

I was shocked and surprised that Miss Baker asked me to tutor Toby since Andrew Campbell always somehow scores 0.5 higher in exams every single year since high school started. Though then again, I am a lot more fluent in French, just not as good for memorising stuff for exams. I usually have a brain meltdown right before the exams for the semester start. I hate it.

Once Mr Fitz had handed out the assignment results and the test, he motioned to the clock and knocked on his wooden brown desk behind him to signify to start the test now. (He emailed the gestures he would be doing in class sometime last week)

As I carefully answered the questions on the paper, I noticed a pair of hazel round eyes quickly dart towards my direction before settling back towards her own paper. Is she cheating?

When I'd finally completed the test paper, I grabbed my notebooks for A.P English and started to skim and read all of the notes about Shakespeare's life and Journey since tomorrow, I have a test in here to write a 1000-1500 word biography about Shakespeare and I would love to be prepared and organised for it. Hastings are always prepared, I reminded myself as I read my notes.

*Ring* *Ring*

" That's time!" As soon as Mr Fitz announced that to the class, everyone groaned, but me probably because of everyone here in this class except for Courtney (She isn't smart, but isn't dumb like the 'Popular' kids are) who are too dumb to decipher an 'anagram' or a definition for 'commensurate'.

" Now class, the assignment for the next two weeks is to create a presentation about what you've recently learnt about Shakespeare. You can present on anything except A4 paper. You may all be dismissed." Of course, when Mr Fitz said that, everyone just had to run out of the classroom, shoving and pushing people out of their way as well. Of course they do.

Once A.P Russian History had finally ended, I rushed towards the front office, eager to know what I need to tutor Toby for.

When I got there, I went straight to the 'Help' desk for students and asked the lady who wore a grey blouse and a maroon pencil skirt with a bun about information on tutoring Toby Cavanaugh.

" Let's see... Toby Cavanaugh's father has requested a straight A student in A.P French to teach him phrases, verbs and nouns for this semester." The lady had kindly checked for me the areas in French I would be teaching Toby.

" What time will I be tutoring him?" I asked, not wanting tutoring Toby to ruin my already busy schedule.

" Well, you can tutor him on Tuesdays at 5:30pm-6:30pm or on Wednesdays at 4pm-5pm." The lady helpfully informed me in which I replied,

" I can tutor him on Wednesdays."

" Sure, I'll send his father an email about the times and you can start tutoring him this afternoon. He'll meet you in the tutoring section of the library."

" Thank you." I said to the sweet lady who responded a 'Your Welcome' just as I headed out the front office and went towards my locker since I ended up having to hold my notebooks since the office hours close at 3:30pm and I didn't know how long it would take to obtain the information about tutoring Toby.

Once I reached my locker, I noticed a familiar blonde and a brunette hastily whispering and bickering about what they should do tonight.

As I closed my blue locker door quietly, I carefully slid near one of the cream-coloured walls closet to my locker and stood there whilst eavesdropping on their wonderful conversation.

" Aria, I don't think that's a good idea!" The blonde annoyingly answered to Aria's idea.

" Well, I think it's a fantastic idea!" Aria retaliated to Hanna's response to her idea.

" Ali wouldn't agree! Same with Em!" She rebutted back, clearly very annoyed at Aria.

" So, We don't need their permission to do this?! They wouldn't ever do anything anyway!" The tiny brunette angrily yelled at Hanna, who took a step back from the sudden outburst.

" Aria, I still don't think it's a good idea." Hanna calmly said to Aria who softened her expression for a little bit until she scowled and said in a firm tone of voice,

" Well, I'm doing it myself then!" before strutting off towards the school doors and opening them to walk outside to her car I think as I know her mother is definitely not in town at the moment from Lucas' multiple spying on the Montgomerys last week. (Aka on a date with the 'Pedophile' from Philly named Zack)

" Hey, wait up!" Hanna called out before proceeding to run after the tiny brunette with 6-inch stilettos which from what I can see, it clearly isn't working as the blonde ended up walking while pulling her phone from her Louis Vuitton bag and strolled through her tremendous amount of apps before finally pressing on an app called Finder. Whats that app?

As she strolled out the school's perimeter, I made a mental note to myself to ask Mona or Lucas tomorrow night about it.

Once I scoped the area to make sure nobody saw where I was right now, I sneakily walked towards the library's wooden brown entrance and went towards the tutoring section.

When I arrived, I saw Toby—who appeared to be looking around for someone whilst reading his A.P French textbook.

I walked towards him and greeted,

" Hi," before settling down onto the tan-coloured seat next to him.

" So you're my tutor, I'm guessing or are you here because I'm sitting here reading a French textbook?" He asked with uncertainty and nervousness from his hand reaching up and scratching his neck. He's cute.

" Yes and no. I am your tutor for this semester, so your answer to your second question is no." I responded while smiling as he plucked out a plain notebook, a pen, a pencil and a rubber before proceeding to open to the page about phrases in his A.P French textbook

" So, shall we begin?" He asked in a mocking kind of voice for a posh King.

"Sure." I answered back, smiling as he started to say his strengths and weaknesses about French for this semester.

As time flew by, Toby learnt more than what he usually learnt in class. He learnt how to say 'Bonjour, mon nom est Toby. Quel est ton?', 'Je suis une amie' and other various French phrases without stuttering or saying a word in an American accent.

" Well done!" I congratulated him with a pat on his shoulder for completing more than a chapter's worth of phrases in an hour of learning.

" Well, thanks to you, of course." Toby smiled and grabbed my hand that lingered on his shoulder a bit too long for 'Friends' to my lap.

" So, are you doing anything after this?" I asked, feeling tingly from his smooth, warm hand touching mine.

" No, do you want to head to the Brew?" He asked, smiling a little as he began to pack up his things.

" Sure." I responded and headed out the library with him beside me as we walked towards the Brew.

When we arrived there, I decided to order a medium black coffee and a strawberry macaroon while Toby ordered a white chocolate mocha with one scoop of sugar.

Next, I made Toby follow me to the secret place where I showed Mona sometime last week.

" So, this is where you and Mona went off to last week and this morning." Toby announced in amusement which gave me a shock as I sat down.

" Wait, you were here last week?" I asked, still shocked and surprised he was here last week. Doesn't he eat at the Apple Rose Grille?

" Yes, I eat here every morning and lunch." He answered, annoyed from his eyes rolling as he sips his white chocolate mocha.

" Sorry. So what's your favourite colour?" I apologised and asked, hoping to start a conversation.

" Green, yours?"

" Wait, your mother suicided?" I asked, still shocked whilst planting my hand on his as he started to tear up.

" Yeah, the staff found her body lying on the concrete with dried blood around her head and in her hair. They also discovered a note on the rooftop stating that she didn't want to live anymore." Tears started to spill from his crystal, blue eyes as he began to speak again.

" I was only fourteen when it happened. I cried for days. Then, my dad just had to re-marry someone even though my mother had died less than four months ago." Tears were now trickling down his face as I sat beside him and hugged his muscular body. It was a few seconds before Toby started to reciprocate my action and well, we hugged. This feels nice.

It was a good few minutes before he took his arms off my waist and started to talk.

" I better go now. My dad wouldn't be too happy if I came home before 6:30pm." He stated, standing up while grabbing his backpack.

" Why?" I asked, still shaken from the information he just told me a few minutes ago.

" I—lets just say he becomes mad if I don't come home before 6:30pm." Toby answered, looking at me with his now icy, blue eyes once he spoke.

" Oh. Well, see you tomorrow?" I asked, nervous that he will just take off without an answer.

" Sure." I replied. Once I lead him through the secret exit, we smiled at each other before departing in opposite directions. I still have a car to drive.

The sky gave a cold chill in the air as the stars shone in the cloudless, navy blue sky. The glimmering, white moon shined brightly at the greenery in the Dilaurentis' backyard as if catching the Dilaurentis' in a very big lie. How that's soon to be true...

As I wrote the last word to my A.P Russian History paper, I noticed the time on my laptop.

11:56pm

*Yawn* Well, I should get to bed.

Once I finished my bedroom routine, I plopped myself on my double bed and started to doze to sleep. As I did, I kept thinking about what's going to happen to him once we do it, though my thoughts started to cloud about a certain blue-eyed boy before reaching to a point where I entered a peaceful, deep slumber.

*Beep* *Beep*

Huh? I groggily grabbed my phone to see what the text I received was for as it was currently 2:43am in the morning and nobody ever contacts me in that period of time.

' Tomorrow night, don't come to mine. Held at Lucas' instead. -Mona'

Who do you think he is? Why are they killing him? Does Spencer have a crush on Toby? Will they ever Kiss or is it just a friendship? Still September, so...*Hint* *Hint* Why did Mona text Spencer at 2 in the morning? Why is it held at Lucas' now? Who was the girl that looked at Spencer's paper in A.P English? Is it someone we know or just a random person? Also, once I reach 15 reviews, those who have fan accounts will be given a sneak peek of the next chapter. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you next time! -M