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Age 14

Spencer's POV

"Mmmmmm…. Spencer!" Jenna screeched; her face lighting up and her eyes sparking with mischief. This wouldn't be good. "Truth or dare?" She asked, giggling to herself at what she would ask/ have me do, depending on my answer.

I hesitated, trying to figure out which answer was safest. On one hand, she could ask me something really embarrassing, most likely including Toby. Lately, Jenna had been taking an interest in my relationship with Toby; how we were always together, and how we did everything together. It's not like we really had a choice. Jenna was starting to act freakishly close to Melissa; girly, high pitched fake laughs at guys un-funny jokes, flipping her hair and batting her eyes, even taking an hour to pick her outfit for the beach.

On the other hand, she would probably dare me to do something incredibly stupid, like tell me to run around the outside of the house three times butt naked.

"Truth," I stated, letting out a mental sigh, glad that I had picked the safer option. I knew this because Jenna's face collapsed a little bit when I said it.

"Saint Spencer strikes again," Jenna's new friend Mona muttered under my breath. I flushed a deep scarlet and looked down in shame. 'Always one step behind,' the voice in my head bitterly stated. I'd never really liked Mona. She was a beach regular, like us, and growing up she was always trying to hang out with us, chasing us like a creepy stalker chick.

"Shut up Mona," I snarled, intentionally calling her by her given name. When she started hanging with Jenna, she insisted that everyone called her 'A' for some unknown reason. I'd asked once, but she never gave me a straight answer.

"Don't. Call. Me. That." She spit out, her face turning pink in anger.

"I'll call you whatever the hell I want," I replied, leaning forward, ready to kick this chick's ass if need be.

"Look skank," she said, shifting forward onto her knees, "You really need to watch what you say around me. I will be your biggest night-"

"Shut the hell up Mona," Toby growled, defending me just like always. Mona looked over at him and seemed to deflate, the fight leaving her instantly. "Jenna, keep your friends on a tighter leash."

Jenna, who had been sitting there watching in amusement the whole time, ignored the leash comment and turned to me. "Spencer," She said, smirking as an idea hit her. "Is it true that Melissa's boyfriend Ian hit on you in April?" She asked, already knowing she had won. Melissa had told her that something had gone on that day, but she didn't know what- which is true, she doesn't know, and I plan to keep it that way. Ever since we got here, Jenna's been pestering me about it non-stop.

"Yes," I whispered, eyes cast down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone in the room.

"Slut," Mona muttered, just loud enough for everyone to hear. I flinched. It wasn't like Ian's attention was appreciated; it made me feel dirty, like I had done something wrong. I mean, what 19 year old boy would have any physical attraction to a 14 year old, underdeveloped, girl unless that girl did something?

"Shut your mouth!" Toby exploded, jumping out of his seat in the reclining chair beside me. He was inches away from Mona's face when he stopped, never wavering in his protective stance, as if he was going to throw himself in front of a bullet for me if Mona were to pull out a gun. "Who are you to judge her when you're sitting there in a skirt so short I can see your thong when you're walking and a shirt that wouldn't fit a five year old boy?" He spit out, the veins in his neck popping out and his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as if Mona were just another guy at school causing a problem, and he was going to take care of that problem the same way he always would, with his fists.

"Toby, calm the hell down, it was a mindless comment." Jenna said, seemingly unfazed by her step brother looming over her friend menacingly, "If I were Mona, I would have thought the same thing. Sit down Toby, it's your turn."

Toby whirled away from Mona and in the direction of Jenna in a blur of color and movement. He wore a look of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that Jenna had actually said something as repulsive and degrading as that.

"Toby," Jenna snapped, becoming irritated, "Sit down and play the damn game or I'll tell daddy."

'Classic Jenna', I thought. 'Always goes for the daddy card.' When we were little, Jenna got away with everything when it involved Toby, for the mere fact that Jenna had Toby's dad wrapped around her little finger. He gave her everything; purses, make up, money, clothes, anything. And whenever Toby did something that Jenna didn't like, she would call her daddy, and I would get a picture in September of the new bruises. Predictably, Toby obediently went back to his chair, but not after shooting a killing glance at Jenna that she blatantly ignored.

"Toby," She asked, smiling in anticipation, "truth or dare?"

Even as pissed off as he currently was, Toby never backed down from a challenge, and to them, that innocent question was like challenging Missy Franklin to a race in backstroke and telling her she was going to lose; it just wasn't done. War could be raged between these two any day, and no one would be surprised. Jenna hated how Toby refused to "accept" her; Toby just hated everything about Jenna, be it her laugh, her sense of humor, her friends, her methods of getting what she wanted. Everything. If I hadn't known them both since the beginning, back when Toby would kill anyone who dared hurt his sister, I would honestly believe that those two were sworn enemies.

"Dare," He stated, sitting up curiously at what Jenna was going to say.

Jenna smirked. That was never a good sign. When Jenna smirked, something always went wrong. When Jenna smirked, you got the hell out of there. Too bad now there was no escape.

Evil smirk still in place, Jenna answered with a calm collectiveness that only insane psycho bitches possessed. "I dare you to kiss Spencer." She said, the taunting tone in her voice severely pissing me off; as if this wasn't just a dare, but the most horrible of punishments.

I was frozen. I didn't know if I wanted Toby to kiss me or not, I was still trying to figure that kind of stuff out. I might want him to kiss me, but not in front of other people, and not because Jenna dared him to do it. I looked over at Toby, my jaw still trying to touch the floor. He looked as calm as ever; if anything, he was smirking a smirk to rival Jenna's. It was a smirk that said I know I just won, but I'm gonna play along for your sake.

"No prob," He stated casually, flinging his legs back over the armrest of his chair so that he was in a proper sitting position before hoisting himself out of the chair and striding over to me.

With every step he took towards me, my muscles tensed more and more. When he was two feet from me, I felt like I was going to hurl. My stomach was twisted up into knots, I couldn't breathe, and I felt hot and clammy. My palms started sweating, making my hands slick. I nervously wiped my hands on my shorts, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Toby. He smiled reassuringly as he sank gracefully to the ground in front of me.

Leaning in close, Toby moved his hand to cup my cheek. When he was close enough that I could feel his breath ghosting across my lips, he whispered, "You don't have to do this you know. You can always back out."

That's when I knew I wanted my first kiss to be with Toby. He was so sweet, and he was letting me chose, even if it would caused him shame for not completing one of Jenna's dares. If anyone else had dared him, it wouldn't matter, and he'd be considered a gentleman. Since its Jenna, she would call him a coward, and make sure everyone knew a different version of the story, a version that would embarrass the hell out of Toby. I felt touched that he would go through all of that for plain old me.

"It's okay," I whispered back, barely audible even to my own ears. He smiled softly, then he leaned in those last few centimeters until our lips touched.

When his lips found mine, I felt nothing short of a shock go through my body, and heat pooled up in my belly. I was in heaven. All too soon, Toby pulled away. I almost groaned at the loss of that feeling in my stomach, but I wouldn't show anyone that I was affected, just like Toby looked unaffected now. That made me frown. 'Was he really that unaffected by it?'

Toby's POV

'Wholly mother trucker. What was that felling in my stomach?'


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