Sorry for waiting so long to update! I have been having some serious computer troubles, but it is working now. In response to an anonymous comment, I will state that Toby, Hanna, and Emily will all EVENTUALLY find out that Eloise is Spencer, but it will not be just quite yet. Enjoy the next chapter!

"Hey, hey Eloise," a voice whispered. Eloise rubbed at her sleepy eyes and dizzily sat up. "You fell asleep," whispered Toby as he helped her to her feet. "It's nearly four AM."

"Really?" said Eloise dreamily. "I can't believe I slept so long." She really couldn't. She hadn't slept very well over the last few months- well, last few years. Who could blame her? But with Toby by her side, she had slept like a baby, and she had never felt more rejuvenated. "What were we even talking talking about?"

"Talking? Is that what we were doing?" Toby said with a smile. He leaned close to her kissed her gently on the lips. Eloise kissed back for a moment. It may have been Eloise calling the shots, but it was Spencer's body, and Spencer loved Toby. She loved his lips, his body, his beautiful face Spencer missed Toby. And when his hands flew over her body, all of last night came flooding back to her.

The two had sat down together on the cement floor of the closet, and Toby had told her an abridged version of everything that had happened to him. He told the tales of a nameless girl who had the body of Aphrodite but a mind and personality that made everyone melt in her hands like putty, a girl who had been flawless and graceful and pulled him out of his abject, miserable life with his father and step family, a girl whose photo he had shown her because he kept it in his wallet so that he would never forget the color of her hair, the arrangement of freckles on her face, the sharp angles of her cheekbones and sloping nose that were as familiar to him as his own hands. He described this nameless girl as the light of his life, the only good soul in a town full of phonies, fakes, and liars.

He told Eloise that he had betrayed her and befriended the person who had bullied the nameless girl, the person who had bullied her into depression. That just how he described it. Bullies. As if it were an after school special. As if they had put gum in her hair or a tack on their stool.

He admitted that when the girl found out that he was friends with the very group that had bullied her and that he had even helped prank her on occasion, she killed herself. He teared up while telling the story, looking away from Eloise while he swatted baby tears from his eyes, trying to be tough but failing miserably.

His voice turned from soft and dreamy as it had been when he described the girl to harsh and full of vengeance as his story continued. He told her that helping the bullies had been the worst decision of his life, and that he knew he was going to be blamed for the death of the girl, so he had to run. He said that sometimes he blamed himself, but he said he only kept helping the bullies because he knew that he needed to be in control of the torture, not watching it go on.

"It's all about control," he whispered to her, staring deep into Eloise's eyes. "It doesn't matter if you actually have control, but if people think that you do, you can make ANYTHING happen."

It gave Eloise chills to hear, but not as much as what she heard after: that he had come to avenge the nameless girl's death. He was on the run because the girl's loved ones blamed him, but he had been back to Rosewood because he wanted to make every single bully pay for what they did to her.

Eloise couldn't remember during what point during the night they began to kiss. He whispered that he hadn't felt such a connection to somebody since he had been with the nameless girl. Eloise kept feeling Spencer come back to her as she and Toby kissed, unable to control her emotions. But hearing Toby speak of Spencer like that- it made her feel loved, and missed. And when he kissed her, it had felt like the missing puzzle piece in her life had been filled. After a while, she fell asleep in his arms, feeling safe and complete for the first time in what felt like ever. She couldn't wait to tell Aria what had happened.

Aria. Shit. She was probably so, so pissed that Eloise never come home. Eloise pulled away from Toby and reached into her pocket for her cell phone, but it was gone. She groaned and knelt to the floor, feeling around for the phone.

"Something wrong?" asked Toby. "Did you lose something?"

"My phone. I was. . . . waiting for a text from a friend of mine. She will be quite frustrated with me if I don't respond promptly."

The sexy chuckle swirled in the closet around them. "Eloise, I don't think she is expecting a response this early in the morning. Is that it?" He pointed next to a sack of flour in the corner of the room.

"Yes, thank you," Eloise responded, grabbing the phone. She flipped it open; no new messages. That didn't make sense. Aria would have definitely texted her if she didn't return promptly. Aria SWORE she would be texting Eloise every minute! What could have possibly-

OH FUCK. Oh God, what if Aria was right? What if this girl had done something to her? What if something bad happened, and it was all her fault? She had promised Aria that she would be watching, and she promised herself that she would never, ever let anything bad happen to Aria again. She had already broken one of those promises; there was no way she could break another.

"Toby, I have to go," she said, reaching for the door.

"Wait," he whispered, and grabbed her close. He gently kissed her nose and said, "Can I see you again?" Eloise nodded, and he slipped a piece of paper into her pocket. "My number." He reached for the door and opened it for her. "After you, Nancy."

Eloise laughed. "See you soon, Toby."