Right Where You Left Me
Summary: Spencer goes to apologize to Josslyn with hopes that his plan is working out.
Josslyn scoffed as she stood in the gym, body angled toward the doorway and dressed in a pair of workout shorts and a tanktop. "What the hell are you doing here?" She spat out, as she met Spencer's eyes.
Spencer breathed out and moved into the room. "I've been looking for you." He answered carefully. "Cam told me that you might be here."
The blonde rolled her eyes at that. "Of course he did." She mumbled, sounding annoyed. Then, she asked out loud, "Why were you trying to find me anyway? Have more awful things to say about me being PCU's Porn Queen?" A bitter, ugly laugh escaped her lips as she said that.
Bile rose in his throat of the memory of the things he'd said to her and he shook his head emphatically. "No!" He exclaimed. "Do you really think that Cameron would've told me where you were if that's what I planned on doing?"
Josslyn reached over to grab her teal colored water bottle, taking a swig from it. "I mean, I don't know, Spencer. Sometimes it seems as if Cam has things that he's not telling Trina or I. Sometimes he acts really suspiciously and defends you too hard."
The boy frowned at that,brow furrowing as he heard the tone of Josslyn's voice. "It sounds as if you don't trust him." He observed, feeling guilt fill him. 'Have I caused this?' He wondered.
"Maybe that's because he's obviously keeping something from Trina and I. And whenever we try and ask questions, he uses his mother as some sort of an excuse." She bit out, hands on her hips.
"He isn't keeping anything bad." Spencer answered, feeling the need to defend his friend. After all, he'd gotten him mixed up in all of this in the first place.
Josslyn raised an eyebrow at that. "You sound rather sure about that."
The boy swallowed hard, apologizing to the Cam in his mind, hoping that he'd forgive him. "Because I am." Finally, he stepped farther into the gym, no longer blocking the doorway. "I came to apologize to you for how I've been treating you and to explain myself. Joss, I didn't mean what I said to you. Not any of it. It was all a part of a plan of mine." He looked up to see the girl in question watching him silently, giving no indication that she's going to try to leave. "It was after Trina was arrested for the tape of you and Cam that I couldn't ignore the things you'd been saying about Esme anymore. I couldn't ignore the things that Trina clearly wanted to say, but didn't."
Realization lit up her face and she remained standing, studying him with wide, blue eyes.
Spencer nodded at that. "I came up with the plan to make Esme believe that I really found Trina guilty. All the while, I was trying to figure out a way to prove her guilty. It's why I acted as if I believed the worst of Trina in that interrogation room at the police station. It's why I suggested that you'd had Trina film the video of you and Cam for attenton. I needed Esme to think that I trusted her and that I was on bad terms with the two of you, because you were so against her."
Josslyn, who had been quiet for most of his explanation licked her lips and asked, "What about what you said to a couple of days ago? When I shoved you in the pool?"
He sighed. "I had figured out a way to get Esme to admit all that she'd done. She'd always wondered about her birth mother. So I had to get close enough to get some of your hair, while Cam got your mother's. I knew that what I said to you would piss you off." A grimace crossed his face as he said those words. "I knew that I needed a mother and daughter match on a DNA test to make Esme believe that I knew who her mother was and where she was."
Josslyn was quiet for some tense minutes, facing away from Spencer as she processed the information that he'd given her. "And did it work?"
Spencer bit his lip as he thought it over. "No." He replied quietly. "Not at all. As soon as she realized what I was up to, she threatened me and left." He looked towards Josslyn who was still facing away from him, fiddling with her duffle bag. "You know, I never meant any of the awful stuff I said to you. It just seemed the best way to help put Esme away."
A sigh escaped her lips, hands squeezing the bench where her bag set for a moment before she got to her feet and turned toward her childhood friend. "You could've just confessed to Scotty, to the cops, or to your grandmother that you were with Trina when the video was sent out. You could've told she and I what you were up to. I mean, Esme hurt us both. We'd have done whatever we could to try to prove her guilt."
Dark eyes widened in shock. "Trina told you that I'm her alibi?" He breathed out in disbelief.
Blue eyes locked with his and Josslyn nodded. "The day before the beginning of the trial." She told him. "She'd apparently already told Ava that she had one, though I don't think she'd mentioned that it was you. I asked Trina who her alibi was and she said it was you. It made me so angry, Spencer. Because even facing the fact that she could go to prison and that her life could be ruined, she still worried about what could happen to you and that you could get in trouble. I told her that you didn't seem to care for her or what could happen to her. She still didn't want to say anything. So I told her I'd keep quiet unless I thought things were going bad."
Spencer swallowed hard, guilty look flickering upon his face. "And...how are things going?" He wondered timidly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants.
Josslyn shrugged a slim, tanned shoulder. "Not very good. It doesn't matter how much I say that I know Trina and I know she wouldn't do it, the ADA continues to throw out those accusations. She really pissed me off when she kept referring to Trina as the "defendant", as if she didn't have a name. It felt so dehumanizing."
"I'm sorry. God, I wish I'd been honest from the beginning and told the cops that I was her alibi." He ran one of his hands through his dark hair, avoiding the gaze of the girl before him. All of his plans, all the ugly and mean things he'd said and did had been for nothing. He'd been so foolish, thinking he could blackmail Esme. The girl had been playing him for a fiddle since he'd discovered that his father was still alive. She'd had him wrapped around her finger since she'd offered to help him get revenge on his father and Ava.
"You know, you still could." His former friend answered, crossing her arms under her chest. "I mean, the trial is still going on. I know it would go a long way to making it up to Trina." She uncrossed her arms and grabbed her duffle bag, shouldering it. She headed towards the showers, freezing in her spot for a moment, not facing him.
He waited for a moment, wondering what she had to say.
"It would go a long way with making it up to me too." She uttered it fast before hurrying to her destination, leaving Spencer alone with his thoughts, hoping against hope that maybe he'd finally do the right thing.
The End