This chapter might not seem to great, but don't skip it. You're getting information on Spencer's past. R&R

Thirteen. It's a big number for people. At thirteen you are officially a teenager. Typically that means you have a little bit more freedom than when you were a kid. At that age, you're getting ready to enter the eighth grade. If you skipped a year or two, you're ready for high school. A lot can change between turning from twelve to thirteen. It's the age where most girls get their ears pierced. It's the age where girls start to form crushes. They're also entering a drama-filled world. One they may not have realized when they were a child.

At age thirteen, Spencer's facing a lot of new changes. Since she got pulled out of her father's home, she currently lives in a foster home with two sisters and four brothers. There's Lucas, Nigel, Duncan, Tyler, and this one guy who refers to himself as Gary Reynolds. Then the two girls who live there are, Mona and Jenna. Not all foster homes are terrible to live in, but this one is. The parents who run the place are hardly ever home so they leave the oldest boy in charge. Most of the time, Gary, is left in charge. He's seventeen-years-old and has been in this place for the longest time. After Gary, it's Nigel who is six months younger. Duncan is sixteen. Mona is the same age as Spencer, only a month younger. Jenna is twelve, so she's the youngest girl. Then there's Tyler who is the youngest. He's ten-years-old.

Ever since Spencer moved into her foster home, she hasn't been able to see Toby as much. The parents have very strict rules about being out of the house. If you're not in school or at work, you must be in the house by 4 pm. During the weekends, it's 5 pm. Spencer no longer walks home with Toby anymore because her foster parents make her take the bus. Honestly, living here Isn't any better than living with her father. The three older boys are such perverts. Especially Gary. Every time Spencer's taking a shower, or changing her clothes, or working out in her room, Gary would be peeking around a corner trying to get a good glimpse of her. When she reported it to her parents, they brushed her off and claimed she was lying. They only believe Gary because he's their favorite.

One afternoon, Spencer escaped her home and ended back in the woods behind the Cavanaugh's house. She came out here to get away from her home. It's pretty quiet out here. A few minutes ago, she texted Toby to meet her. Now, she's just sitting around waiting for him to show. Coming up behind her, somebody snapped a twig making her jump.

"Relax," Toby said. "It's just me."

Spencer sighed, "you know you should really announce yourself before sneaking up on a person,"

"I didn't sneak up behind you, I was walking up behind you."

Toby sat down on the rock beside her. He noticed how jumpy she's been lately. Has her father been trying to contact her at all? Maybe she's having bad dreams about her past. When Toby finally got a good look at her face, he noticed something different about her.

"Spencer, what's all over your face?"

"It's called makeup, Toby."

That explains why she looks different. The shade around her eyes are a dark gray color and her eyelids have a light shade of blue shadow. Her lips are coated with peach lip boom. Where did she learn to do makeup? It looks good, but it's different.

"When did you start wearing makeup?" He asked curiously.

"Since I saw how pretty the girls in my school are. Those girls are so pretty and I thought that if I wore makeup, I would look pretty too."

"Spencer you're already pretty. You don't need to wear makeup."

She gave him a look, "you literally just looked at me like I'm some angel when you noticed how glamorous my eyes look with mascara."

"In case you haven't noticed, I always look at you like that."

She smirked, "is that any way to talk to a friend?"

"I'm allowed to tell my friends that they're pretty and as your friend, I'm telling you, you're beautiful."

She smiled and her cheeks turned red. And it wasn't just from the blush she applied on her cheek bones. Toby smiled back at her. Spencer really misses moments like these. This is their first meeting together in almost two weeks.

"Toby."

"Yeah?"

She looked away, "nothing. I just miss you."

He shared a half smile and wrapped her up, "I miss you too."

Secrets are like being trapped in an ocean of water. Each passing wave is another secret crashing into you. Some waves are bigger than others. The really big waves come along unexpectedly and we find ourselves struggling to keep our head above the water. Wave after wave comes in until finally, we can't fight anymore. We're into deep and now, we're drowning.

We all hate keeping secrets, but sometimes, we don't have much of a choose. Secrets aren't just secrets. They're weapons. We keep them in our pockets until we need them. We tend to get weighed down by all the secrets we hide from others. It can hurt like hell. Spencer is known for keeping things to herself. Whether it is to protect the people around her or just to protect herself. Most of the time people find keeping things a secret to be a very selfish deed. Is it really that selfish if the reason you're keeping a low profile is because you're trying to keep everybody that you've ever cared about safe? If that is what selfish is then, guess you could say that's who Spencer is.

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

Paige and Samara are sitting across from Spencer at her table. Whenever they have the same meal time, they'd form a small group. From across the room, Toby is leaning against the wall keeping a close eye on the ladies. If this was anyone else, Spencer would've been creeped out. If any of the other inmates was being watched by Toby, they'd complain.

"A little," Spencer said.

She took the crust off of her bread and took off the bologna. Why do people consider bologna lunch meat? It's a slimy piece of animal fat. They used to try to feed her this at the Foster home she stayed at for a year and a half. Staying in that place was almost as bad as living with her father.

"If you're not going to eat that," Paige took the bologna off her tray.

Spencer made a face, "you don't actually enjoy this crap do you?"

"Oh, no, I'm thinking about throwing it at that guard over there who won't stop looking at us."

Spencer glanced behind her and spotted Toby watching them. Well, those two probably think he's watching all three of them, but she knows better. He's been all up in her case since she got here. She really wishes he would just let it go.

"Don't throw it," she said.

"Why not?" Paige.

"Because he's on the other side of the room and you can't throw that far."

"How do you know?" Paige asked.

"You can't even throw a grape to the end of our table."

"She's right," Samara agreed.

"That guard would probably be upset that I ruined his precious inform," Paige said smiling.

"He does look good in it," Samara said while checking him out.

"Samara," I warned.

"What?" She smirked. "I'm just saying that if I wasn't gay, I would totally want to jump his bone."

"Okay, ew!" Paige exclaimed. "I'm eating over here."

"Prison food will make you throw up either way," Samara laughed.

"What are you thinking?" Paige asked.

"Who?" Spencer asked.

"You. What are you thinking? From what I can tell you're not gay, so have you ever thought about getting with that guard. What's his name?"

"Officer Cavanaugh," Samara said.

Paige nodded, "right. Have you ever thought about getting with Officer Cavanaugh?"

"Um, well…" Spencer trailed off.

Samara smiled, "oh, you so totally have thought about it! Do you like have a crush on him or something?"

"No," she quickly shook her head. "He's an annoying guard who won't stop looking at me. He's annoying, rude, and he's acting like such an asshole. Why on earth would I like him?"

"Because he's hot."

"He's not that hot," she mumbled.

"You are a horrible liar," Paige said.

"What you're saying is, you've never thought about getting with him? Not even just kissing him?" Samara asked.

Spencer bit down on her lip and looked down at the floor. Right now, she's wishing they would stop talking about Toby. Part of her feels like he paid them to mention him in their conversation. Why can't he take a hint?

"Toby!" Spencer screeched while running down his street.

It's very rare where Spencer has a good day at school. Today just happened to be one of those days. Coming up this weekend, the middle school is having their annual fall dance. A boy from her school asked her to accompany him. Spencer's never been to a school dance before and got excited when he asked her, so of course, she said yes.

"Toby! Toby. Toby. Toby."

Spencer ran up his front porch steps and started pounding on his parents front door. She kept pounding on the door and calling his name until he answered. Finally, the door came open and Toby stood behind it.

"Geez, calm down, Spencer. If you knock on the door any harder, you'll punch a hole through the wood."

"Well, next time don't move like a grandpa when coming to answer the door."

Spencer bounced past him and came inside without asking. It's strange seeing her this happy. Never in his entire life has he ever seen her like this. It's nice seeing her look so happy for once and not sad like she always seems to be. They walked up to his bedroom and sat down on his bed.

"You want to tell me why you're filled with so much overjoyed with emotions."

Spencer gave him a mysterious smile, "you'll never guess what happened to be today."

"I'm guessing this has to do with why you're so happy."

"Yes," she nodded. "This weekend my school is having this dance thing. I wasn't really planning on going, but this really cute boy named Alex asked me."

"Somebody asked you to the dance."

"I know!" She exclaimed. "I couldn't believe it either. Alex just came up to me during lunch today and asked me. He's so cute and he asked me to the dance. Me. Out of all the other girls in school."

"Spencer," he grabbed her hands. "Slow down and breathe."

She stopped rambling and took a breath like he told her too. Once she was calm, they talked about it some more. It's kind of nerve wrecking. Spencer's never gone out before with anyone. She's never had friends before. Well, besides Toby. Who knew that some guy would be interested in her? After feeling pumped about going to the dance, something worried her.

"Toby?"

"What?"

She bit her lip, "have you ever kissed a girl? Your mom doesn't count."

"Um, no," he shook his head. "I haven't. Why do you ask?"

"Today at school I overheard this group of girls talking about the dance. They mentioned the boys that asked them. Two of those girls said that they're going to the dance with their boyfriends. Not only that but they talked about what great kissers they are. Now, all the girls in my school keep going on and on about how great their first kiss was. That's when I realized, I've never been kissed before. I don't know what it's like. I don't even know how to kiss or the right way to. What is the big deal about kissing and why does everybody like it?"

"Well, maybe because kissing is something people do when they really like each other. It's a way of showing passion and for some people it's fun."

"What makes somebody a good kisser or a bad one? That's another thing everybody seems to talk about. Who's the best kisser? I don't know what kissing is like. What if Alex kisses me at the dance and I'm horrible?"

"You won't be horrible."

"How do you know?"

Toby smiled and said, "because you're a Hastings."

"I feel really weird asking you this but," she twiddled her thumbs. "Toby, will you kiss me?"

"What?" He sounded shocked.

"It's not what you think. I just want to know what the big deal is."

"Spencer, wouldn't you rather wait to have your first kiss with Alex?"

"This doesn't have to count as my first kiss. It's a practice kiss. Practice for the real thing. I just want to know what it's like and if I'll be good at it. Please, it's not like I'm asking you to show me what sex is like. All I'm asking is that you kiss me one time."

"A first kiss is your first kiss. If I kiss you it counts as your first kiss."

"Well, then so be it!" She exclaimed. "What if Alex does kiss me and it's horrible. Then I'll remember how horrible my first kiss was."

"What if I'm horrible?"

"You're my best friend. If you suck, I can tell you that. I wouldn't be able to tell you if you were a guy I was dating. Plus, you're sixteen and you haven't kissed a girl yet. Aren't you curious to know what it's like too?"

He thought about it for a minute then answered, "alright, but we're only doing this once."

She nodded in agreement. Toby had to take a moment. Is he seriously about to kiss his best friend? It might seem a little weird. She's thirteen and he's sixteen. That's only a three-year difference. And it's not like anything romantic will happen between the two of them. They're just friends. They're just two friends that are going to kiss once. No big deal. Nothing will change between them. When Toby wasn't looking, Spencer applied some chapstick. By the time he turned back around, she was facing him ready for him to make his move. Toby got a little closer and leaned in. Not knowing what to do, Spencer leaned in too. Spencer heard from girls at school that you're supposed to close your eyes.

When his mouth came closer to hers, she felt her eyelids flutter shut. It's weird and almost seemed like her eyes closed on their own. Almost on instinct. Before she had time to give much thought, she felt something warm and soft touch her mouth. It took her a second to realize those are Toby's lips touching hers. Toby captured her bottom lip between his lips and kissed her. Something inside her made her heart speed up and her blood seemed to be pumping way too fast. Her cheeks are turning red and her whole body feels warm.

The kiss lasted no longer than three seconds. Toby peeled his lips away from hers and opened his eyes. Her eyes remained shut for an extra second before finally opening them. They stared at one another wishing one of them would say something to break the silence. It's way too quiet right now. They just kissed and now, they're not talking.

"Toby!" Marion called while entering through the front door. "Are you home?"

Toby swallowed and called back, "yeah, mom! We're up here."

"Who's we?"

"Spencer. She's...She's here too."

"Oh, good! I haven't seen her in ages. Will she be joining us for dinner?"

Spencer just looked back at Toby speechless, so he answered for her, "uh, yeah, sure!"

"We better go," he said to her.

Toby got off the bed and walked out of his room leaving Spencer behind. She sat back staring off into space thinking. What just happened? She knows they kissed, but what was going on while he was kissing her? Why did her body feel strange? Why are her cheeks so hot? What the hell just happened?

Here in juvie the inmates don't just sit around in cages all day long. On some days, the guards will let out small groups of people at a time. Sometimes they let them go outside and shot hops. If they behave, they get up to two hours outside. They also have their own jobs to do. Some inmates do laundry, some pick up trash, and others help out in the dining area. Today, Spencer got a chance to sit outside. She gets to sit outside in the bright, boiling sun beaming down on her. Wearing a tan jumpsuit doesn't help much. A female guard said that she could just wear a tank top and the pants to keep her somewhat cool.

Right in the middle of writing a letter to Mona, somebody slapped a deck of cards down in front of her. She looked up and wasn't at all surprised at who it was. Of course, he's coming over here to bug her.

"You ever played poker?"

"What do you want, Toby?" She asked slightly annoyed.

He shrugged, "just wondering if you've ever played poker."

"Not very often."

"How about war? Do you know how to play that?"

"Everyone knows how to play war."

"Good," Toby sat across from her. "You see, my mom was a beast at this game. I'm pretty good at it too, but never good enough to beat her. Anybody else, I have no problem beating.

She rolled her eyes, "What's your point?"

"My point is, no one has ever beaten me at this game before. The only one who can is my mom."

"Well," Spencer started to smile. "I never back down from a challenge. I bet I could beat you."

"Let's put it to the test," he leaned forward.

She leaned in too, "fine."

Toby smirked and removed the rubber band that's holding the cards together. He took them in his hands and shuffled them neatly. After he finished shuffling out the cards, he dealt them out half and half. They went back and forth playing for a good hour almost. Just when you thought one of them was going to win, the other puts down a card that changes the game. Now, Toby is down to his last card and Spencer has the rest of them. If his card is the smaller value, Spencer will win, but if his is higher, there's a chance the game could still go on. Toby lays down his five of clubs and Spencer beats him with her seven of hearts.

"Ha!" She smiled. "I win."

"I knew you would," he said with a smile.

She tilted her head, "how?"

Toby stood up about halfway and leaned across the table to whisper in her ear, "my mother actually wasn't good at this game. When I said the only person I couldn't beat was my mother, I lied. You see, I had this friend I grew up with back in my hometown and I could never beat her. Anybody else in this world I can beat at War, but I could never beat my friend. You know something else? You play just like she did." Toby swung his leg over the table's bench and smiled. "See you later, Miss. Hastings."

Toby walked away with a smug look on his face. It may not seem like it, but Spencer definitely just let her guard down right there. One thing he never forgot about Spencer. One thing he knows about her really, really well. Spencer Hastings never says no to a challenge. Right now, Spencer just proved that. He knows it won't be long until she cracks. Once he finally shows her the pictures he has of them, there is no way she'll be able to lie her way out of her past.

Ugh! *Throws computer* I know. You guys are probably waiting for the moment where Spencer comes around. It's coming soon, I promise. The next two chapters will be in parts. Like chapter 10 will be part one of out of two. The reason I'm splitting that up into two chapters is because it's really long too explain. Even in the next chapter, Spencer's past won't all be explained.

Thanks for reading this chapter and please leave a review. I think if I can spend half a day writing this, you guys can find twenty seconds to leave a review. Stupid question, is Spencer crushing on Toby?