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Chapter Nine: He's mine to play

Toby's POV

Nobody's pushing me around anymore - "Hey Noel! Look whose here?" Noel pushes me to the locker before entering the art class. Well, maybe not as much when I was red tagged. You know what I mean right?

Anyways I walked into my class completely surprise by the presence of the F4's leader Spencer Hastings.

Oh no! Not again?

"Toby Cavanaugh! I know you'd be here." Spencer smirked; I hate it when she smirked.

"Spencer what are you doing here?" I put my bag in the armrest. I wouldn't let her get into me. No, not when I was not in my mood.

"Oh, wouldn't you love to be seatmates with the F4 leader in an art class?"

"Whatever you say Spencer." We are told to draw anything or anyone we liked. Spencer, who clearly should not be in this class, was clueless on what she was supposed to do. "So what are you going to draw F4's leader Spencer Hastings?"

She looked intimidated. "Are you questioning my artistic skills, new boy Toby Cavanaugh?"

"No. I just wanted to ask what your motives in joining this class are. I am so sure it's not me-"

"Of course Toby Cavanaugh! How dare you to think that I joined this class because of you?" Ouch! I wasn't expecting her to be that harsh on me.

"I know Spencer. That's why I am asking you." I picked up the pencil and stared at my empty canvas. I started to draw a circle, well maybe not a circle but a blank face, then start on working with the hair. I know exactly who I was going to draw.

I never got a chance to hear what Spencer was saying so I was completely surprised when she shouts at me.

"You are not listening to any words that came out of my mouth Toby Cavanaugh!" She stands up; the whole class looked at her. "Mind your very own businesses people!"

I tugged her dress to make her sit. "Stop making a scene Spencer. Sit down."

She looked hesitant before she sits down. I watched her, waiting for what she is about to say. She opened and closed her mouth, I saw her looked at my canvas, maybe that's what make her shut up. "Who are you drawing?"

"It's none of your business."

"Well, since I asked you, it becomes my business now." She arched her eyebrow.

"Hmm, it's nothing, just a blank face and curly hair." I lied, and I know that she knows that I lied to her.

"Oh my gosh! You are making a portrait of Emily Fields!" Her loud voice made a several heads turned. Noel Kahn is clearly giving me a death glare now, what? Is he like, have a thing for Emily?

"Why the hell do you care?" She was taken aback on what I had said. It wasn't mean to be in that tone, but I get nervous. And when I get nervous, I shout.

She sits back and starts on working with her drawing.

I can sense her over negative energy in the room. I know she's mad me and that's why she is not talking to me.

The rest of class goes on without a single word from her.

Spencer's POV

"Why the hell do you care?" He practically shouts the whole thing in my face. I want to answer back, but I can't think of any reason why I actually care.

Maybe because I'm Emily's best friend.

Maybe because I wasn't a very fan of the fact that he has a crush on my best friend.

Maybe because I don't know why I care.

I slouched back to my sit. I started to work on my canvas, though I haven't really doing any progress as the time goes by.

I still can't figure out why the hell I cared! I freaking hate it!

Spencer Hastings always figures things out!

Toby's POV

It's a Thursday night, so I was in charge to go grocery. It wasn't that much, just a few canned foods, noodles and beers and sodas for our little fridge. I was walking in the sidewalk heading home when I hear some people talking while passing me.

"What is that girl doing kissing the poster?"

"Maybe she's crazy. She's super pretty and hot though." The boy said to the other boy.

I saw her.

Standing in that very alley not too far from where I am standing.

Kissing a poster ad of a guy.

I walked to her.

"Emily…." She pulls back but still keeps a hand in the poster. "What are you doing?" I asked her ridiculously.

"It's not your business, just because I was talking to you doesn't mean we are already friends."

And by that she walked away.

What is her problem anyway?

I finished my portrait that night. I bring it at school because I wanted to give it to her.

She's in the rooftop as I expected.

She smiles genuinely when she sees me. "Do you know the time difference between US and Europe?"

"No. Why?"

"Nothing!" She stands up and beams at me before leaving.

It's so weird; I thought she hated me last night and I never got a chance to give the portrait, DAMN!

I saw Noel and Sean, oh-ow this is not going to be so good.

"So you have a little crush on Em." Sean, drag my collar to the stairs.

"We warned you, didn't we?" Noel said, kicking my fit.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, still wincing from the kick he gave me. We've arrived at the school's parking lot when the first punch land on my face.

"She's not into you, you idiot! She loves Chace! And he is gonna come back here next week."

Then it clicked in me. That must be the guy in the poster.

Chace? Isn't he the model of one of those clothing line in France?

"She'll never gonna like you." Sean practically spit in my face.

"Who gives you the permission to treat him this way?" Shout a feminine voice in my back. I turned around.

"Spencer, this guy's been crushing on Emily. Emily of all people!"

"Leave him alone!" She walks straight to Noel and push him in the arms.

"But Spencer-"

"No Buts! He's mine to play. Only mine!" The guys walked away scared of Spencer's tone of voice. "I'll put red tag on your lockers tomorrow, you dumbass!"

Spencer's POV

"I don't need you to do it!" Toby shouts wiping the blood in his mouth. "I can handle them all by myself."

"You know what Toby? I simple 'thank you' will do." I crossed my arms. What? Aren't I his life saver?

"And why would I thank you? You started all of this. It all started when you put that stupid red tag in my locker! So what exactly is the reason for thanking you? I hate you!"

"Excuse me?" I widened my eye. Nobody ever, as in ever said that they hated me in my entire life. "You hate me?"

"Yeah! I hate that you didn't wear the schools uniform! I hate your lizard like eyes! I hate that you didn't let your hair down! I hate everything about you!"

He storms out after he said everything.

I wanted to scream that I owned this school and that the F4 didn't have to wear uniforms.

I wanted to scream that my eyes were beautiful and that guys would kill to have a chance to actually stare at them for five seconds.

I wanted to scream that I didn't let my hair down, because I didn't want it to get in the way.

I wanted to scream that I'll make his life a living hell after he said that.

But I can't.

I saw a paper crumple in the ground.

I picked it up and un-crumple it to see what is in there.

It is a portrait of Emily.

This is Toby's drawing.

The footnote says: let's be friends?

I throw the paper in ground with anger.

Why does Emily always getting what I want?!