Spencer tutors Toby in this chapter. I wonder what's going to happen.
A drizzled rain splattered across the windshield. Spencer tried to keep up with Toby as he lead the way to his place. She assumed he lives in some big four story house with enough bedrooms to home to the whole neighborhood. He probably has a bathroom big enough to hold a swimming pool. A few minutes later, they pulled up into a two story sized parking garage. Spencer wondered why they stopped here. Toby parked in one of the spots and she parked right next to him. Toby got out of his truck and waited for Spencer to get out of her car. She finally did after a while.
"Let's go," he says
"Go where?" Spencer asks.
Toby just smiles and leads the way to the elevator. He presses a button and they wait patiently for the elevator to arrive. Soon enough, the double doors slide open, and Spencer and Toby step inside. She watches him press the number four then the doors close. The elevator shutters a bit as it goes up. A minute later the tin doors slide open to reveal an empty hallway leading the way to apartments. They step off the elevator and make a right. Toby leads the way and stops when they come to apartment 313. He unlocks the door and steps to the side allowing Spencer to walk in first. She's surprised by what she sees.
The apartment has two bedrooms, a bathroom, a closet area, a pleasant sized kitchen, and a family room. His main bedroom has one double bed, a three door dresser, two bedside tables, and fan circulation above their heads. Across the hall to his bedroom is the bathroom. There's only a shower, a toilet, a mirror cabinet, and one sink. Down the hall from the bathroom is where he records his songs. It's supposed to be the second bedroom, but Toby uses it as his recording studio. The kitchen has a fridge, three counter tops. One of the counter tops has a sink built in. The other two have wooden drawers and cabinets above. He has a mini sized fridge, a stove, and a microwave. His family room is a nice size. It has plenty of walk room. A recliner and a three person couch. He has a flat screen t.v. set up in the front of the room. Right beside his t.v are three bookcases. One of them contains his movie selection, the middle one contains his music selection, and the one by the window contains his book collection. All the furniture in his apartment looks like it was handcrafted and made out of fine wood.
"You live here?" Spencer asks.
"Yup."
"I-I thought you lived in a big house or something."
"Well, I used to, but when I moved back to Rosewood I decided on living in an apartment. Only one person lives here, so I figured I'd keep my living space small and simple."
"You're the only one who lives here?"
"Yup," he says. "Well, sometimes my manager, Ezra would crash on the couch, but most of the time it's just me."
"Where does your girlfriend live?"
"Oh, she lives in the medium sized White House located in Rosewood on 5ft/4th street," he says with a grin.
Spencer glares at him when she realized that he just pointed out where she lives.
"I'm not your girlfriend."
Toby shrugs, "Not yet. Well, in that case I don't have a girlfriend."
"Enough messing around, we got work to do," she says.
"Right," he nodded. "Sorry. I'm going to get something from the fridge, you want something?"
"Sure."
"What?"
She shrugs, "anything's fine."
He walks away and comes back with two fruits: a pear and an apple. He holds the two fruits out in front of her.
"Which one do you want?"
She tries not to smile while taking the apple from his hand. Toby smiles and sits next to her on the couch. They begin working on French. Spencer started by saying sentences in both English and French then having Toby repeat.
"Try saying this," Spencer says.
"Try saying this," Toby repeats.
She frowns, "I haven't said anything yet. Hello, ma'am. Bonjour, madame. Now, try saying that."
"Bonjour, madame."
"Good," she says. "Let's try something harder."
"How do you say, "she's beautiful," in French?" He asks.
"Elle est belle."
"Elle est belle," he repeats.
"Your accents getting better," she says. "Why don't we get started on your French homework?"
Spencer leans forward to retrieve his book off of his coffee table. When she leaned forward, Toby wrapped a strand of her hair around his fingers and tucked it behind her ear. She looked at him as he caressed the back of his hand down her face.
"Vous ete belle," he said.
Spencer swallowed hard and almost leaned into him, but she held herself back. Toby sat there debating on whether he should kiss her or not. Spencer cleared her throat and removed his hand from her cheek.
"We really need to get started on your homework."
"Spencer," he whispers. "How can you sit there and pretend like there's nothing between us."
"There is nothing between us."
"Yes, there is."
"The only thing going on between us is you, me, and these French books."
"We kissed Spencer. Do you remember that?"
"No, we didn't kiss, you kissed me."
"And you're going to pretend like you didn't feel anything?"
"It's not pretending if it's the truth."
Toby stood up, "how can you say that?"
"Because it's true!" She shoots while standing up.
"That kiss was definitely a two person thing. I may have kissed you, but you kissed back a little."
"Did not!"
"Oh, there was definitely some lip pucker in your part."
"You're delusional!" She yells.
"I am not! We kissed Spencer! Why can't you just accept that?
"Okay, fine! We kissed! There are you happy now?" "Maybe I did kiss back a little, but that doesn't mean anything. I don't feel anything towards you.,
"Just what the hell is your problem with me? The hell did I ever do to you?"
"For one, you're extremely cocky. In all of your interviews you act like you're some hot shot riding a motorcycle. You don't give a damn about the less fortunate. You turned down playing a concert for a charity event! And right now you have this idea in your head that you actually care about me."
"I do care about the less fortunate. Just last month I donated 7,000$ to that charity case. Next month I plan on donating more. I don't act like some hot shot, I'm reading off a script that my manager gives me."
"Wow, you think you're so amazing you can't even make up your own words."
"That's not true! And for the record I actually do care about you."
"Bull crap," she says while collecting her stuff. "Our session today is over. I'll see you Friday."
"Spencer, wait."
Spencer stops when she's facing the door. Toby walks up so he's standing a few feet behind her.
He sighs," you really didn't feel anything when I kissed you?"
"No," she turns around. "And I'll prove it."
Spencer walks up to him, cups his face, and presses their lips together in a semi fiery kiss. He wanted to grab her. Push her up against the wall and kiss her with much more force. Spencer pulled back after a few seconds. She looked at him for a second, turned around, opened the door, and walked out. Toby stood there breathless with his heart racing a million miles per second. Feeling a little light headed, he leans back against the door. He's pretty sure that if the door wasn't there, he would fall right to the ground. He took a few heavy breaths trying to settle himself.
"Wow," he breathes out.
"Wow," Spencer breathes out, who is now leaning against the other side of the door. Spencer collects herself and begins the walk to her car.
That Wednesday night, Spencer sat up in her room focusing on her own homework. Her friends would text her every now and then asking for an answer to one of their questions on their homework. There was a gentle knock on her door then Melissa poked her head in.
"I'm heading back home now," Melissa said.
"Okay, bye."
Melissa studied her expression. She steps inside the room and closes the door behind her. Lightly tip toeing over to the edge of her bed, she sits down beside Spencer.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, everything's fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little stressed out over this test I have on Friday."
"A test in what?"
"Calculus."
"Oh, I remember calculus. That was a hard class for me."
"I can't imagine anything being hard for you."
"Even a Hastings have their hard days," she says.
Spencer huffs a laugh, "Yeah. I guess we do."
"Is there anything else wrong?" She asks.
"We don't usually talk like this. Most of our conversations are arguments."
"Yeah well, I think now that I don't live at home anymore that helps."
"Melissa have you ever been confused about your feelings for someone?"
"Is this about Alex?" She asks.
"Sort of, but not really."
"Well, if the guy you like is someone who hurt you like Alex, then you need to forget him, but if the guy you like is nice to you and seems to care, I say give it a chance."
"This isn't about giving them the time," Spencer says. "There are times where I can't stand the guy and other times it's just I don't know."
"Sounds like a love hate relationship," She laughs. "Maybe you do like this guy, but because of the way Alex hurt you, you still have some of the anger built up and you're taking it out on the other guy."
"Maybe," Spencer mumbles.
"Well," Melissa stands up. "I should go."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. So long, Nerd Face."
Spencer laughed, "bye, Dork Wedge."
Spencer's confused about her feelings. Do you think Melissa's right about Spencer being afraid to get close to anyone again? Thanks for the reviews last chapter. Keep it up!
