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Two weeks later
Spencer (P.O.V)
"No! I refuse!" I yell at Toby.
"Come on, Spence! I thought you wanted this!" He yells back.
"You know I have never done this before, I'm just not ready. Can't you respect that?"
"I thought we felt the same way here!"
"Well, what if I'm just not good at it?"
"If you get too uncomfortable, just tell me and we'll stop. Spencer, you are eighteen years old! Don't you just want to get it over with?"
"I told you, I'm not ready!"
"Spencer, just do it for me! Just this one time and if you don't like it we will wait."
"You know what?! Fine!"
I proceed to get on the bike that Toby has been begging me to learn to ride for hours. I don't know how to ride a bike, and he wants to teach me. (A/N: Did I trick you?)
We are in Rosewood Park. Once I sit on the bike, he puts one of his hands on the handle bar over my hand, and his other one on the seat.
"Toby, I'm scared." I say. I feel ridiculous. Honestly, he was right, I'm eighteen years old, on the field hockey team, and I can't ride a bike.
"Spencer, trust me. I won't let you get hurt. I promise." He replies. I nod.
I put my feet on the pedals as he starts to roll the bike forward.
Once I gain speed, he lets go. I am riding around the park, and this is a lot easier than I expected. But how do I stop? I see the breaks but when is a good time to stop? Oh no! I am heading towards a bush!
I stop and fly forward.
"Oh my god, Spence! Are you okay?!" Toby yells, running towards me.
"I'm fine, but my wrist hurts. A lot."
"I think we should go to the hospital." He says. He helps me up and when I take a step, but then I almost end up crashing down. The pain is starting to become unbearable in my ankle.
Toby tries to help me walk but since we were being too slow he picks me up and carries me to his truck.
"I am so sorry, Spence!" He says.
"It's fine, Toby. Just get to the hospital quickly because my ankle hurts too much. My wrist is fine now." I say, clutching my ankle. I start tearing up, and Toby rubs my back.
When we are at the hospital, a nurse puts me in a ridiculous wheelchair, as if I need help. Okay, so maybe I do.
When they see how bad my foot is. This is annoying. I sent Toby home to sneak me some burgers or something. It turns out my foot will be fine and I can go home.
I am being released now, and while I am walking out, I see a certain doctor. Wren. I try to exit faster, but he already made eye contact with me. He walks over to me, and puts a hand on my arm. He makes it look like he is just doing his job, but when he is leading me to an empty room, so we could "discuss our relationship". I know better than to put up a fight. He will just makes things more difficult.
This time we are just in an empty hallway.
"I still think you should reconsider your decision." He says.
"I am not getting back together with you, Wren! Have you forgotten what you did to me? I am still having nightmares because of you!"
"Come on, Spencer! I told you, it will never happen again! I love you!"
"Well, I don't feel the same way."
"Yes you do, Spencer, I can see it in your eyes."
"Then you must be fucking blind."
"Don't talk to me like that!"
"I am with Toby right now, so just back off!" He slaps me. Now I'm scared. This hasn't happened in a while. He usually just yells at me, and my fear of him sort of wore off. But now, it is returning.
"Spencer, I'm sorry." He says, a little more calmed down.
I escape from him when a couple of nurses come by. I see Toby at the entrance. Thank god he can't see my cheek because of the angle he sees me in. However, he could when we got in the car.
"Spence, Why is your cheek red?" He asks.
"I got some food on my cheek and I washed it off." I automatically say. He nods and we drive.
A/N: Okay, warning: There will be a lot of drama next chapter, and it may or may not have to do with Wren. No, you don't find out the whole story. But you will probably hate me next chapter, but just trust me, Spoby will be fine. Please review!
