Spencers' P.O.V.
The squad thought it was a great idea to drag me with them to this night club. Night came and the girls had gone home to change and Emily helped Lola with her make up. Suddenly, Garcia, Emily, Morgan, Lola and I was standing outside a nightclub in a line, waiting to get to the door where Emily's friend had put us on the list. We were chatting, and I actually hoped we might have a good time. It was not a fantasmogoria or anything I thought was fun. But maybe we would have some fun. At least enough that I could forget about that annoying girl. She had stopped texting me, so I figured that Lola's trick had worked.
Suddenly out of nowhere up pops the girl from that bar, Margret, I wanted to avoid her, seeing as I was uncomfortable with our whole situation. Hopefully she had just spotted me, wanted to say thank you and then she would be on her way. This was not the case, was I not just a lucky fella. She had her red hair in a side ponytail and was smiling very widely at me, I felt a little uncomfortable.
"It was you, I am so glad. That is totally destiny, because you know, I didn't really get a chance to thank you properly." She said and I smiled a still very uncomfortable with this situation.
"It is good to see that you're okay, but I think you have thanked me enough in those text messages. Also there is no scientific evidence that destiny even exists. So far it is only a speculative concept." I said trying not to be rude to her.
"Do you like my hair?" She asked and I could feel my eyes widen. I had heard my mom tell me about something. When the seniors played a prank on me, and one of the girls was willing to go to prom with me. She told me that girls sometimes ask something and expect not necessarily the truth, but what they want to hear. I was trying to remember what she told me they wanted to hear.
"Its very, very red" I blurted out, that was not what my mother taught me. But then again I was panicking a little, and felt under pressure to answer quickly. Apparently she did not mind because she still smiled and put a hand on my arm.
"You're so sweet, giving me compliments." She said, smiling putting her other hand on the other arm, leaving me a little trapped in her grip.
I do not know why, but I had this bad feeling about her. I did not like the way she looked at me, and the way she touched me. She was very intrusive and I did not really feel like talking to her. I had hoped to forget about her tonight. That was one of the reasons I went out. That and my neighbour usually moved their loud sex till later in the evenings on friday. I really needed to find a new apartment. So it was a sigh of relief when Lola stepped in putting her hand in mine and casually pushing Margret's away. She casually hugged me, and put my arm around her. I had no idea what she was doing. I was just glad it was someone I trusted and not Margrete any more. She kissed my cheek and smiled, before turning her attention to Margrete. I had no idea what she was doing but trying to conceal it. I hoped she knew what she was doing.
"Hi, I'm Rose, Spencers girlfriend." She said extending her hand to shake Margret's, she looked at Lola surprised and a little angrily.
"I thought you were traveling." She said again sounding both surprised and angry. Ali just shrugged and smiled hugging me a little smiling.
"Well, I just missed Spence here too much, I had to come back." She said smiling, she squeezed my torso lightly, as a way of reassuring me that it was okay. I did not like lying, but I felt so much better having Ali hold my hand and touching me, than I did with Margret.
Morgan came to the full rescue sending Margret to the back of the line for cutting. The guard let us in shortly after, while Margret was on the other end of the line. I smiled it was like a burden was lifted off of my shoulders, Lola smiled looking up at me.
"You're welcome." She said letting go of me as we got inside.
"That was good thinking." I complimented her, and she just smirked and shrugged.
"I don't know what to tell you. I mean both good looks and that smart. What can't I do?" She said acting overconfident. I shook my head at her and laughed a little.
"A lot actually." I said but stopped myself before going all scientific about it.
She chuckled a little and shrugged, I smiled back at her before extending my hand to her. Her face did light up a little. As our fists met and we blew it up. I did not understand why it was cool doing the fist bump. But after doing this a few times, I can see the appeal. It felt like our little secret handshake. Which is usually not something you have when you are younger than everyone else in high school and college. I kind of felt like I was part of a secret club when we did it. So why it logically made no sense, I felt cool when we did it. Plus her face practically lit up when I initiated it. Which was just an added bonus.
We dropped our coats and went to the bar to have a drink. One turned to four and we were scattered all over the place, Garcia was talking to Emily at the bar, Morgan was chatting up some girl. I was impressing people with my genius skills, taking their money by proving that even tipsy I could remember everything. Lola was on the dance floor, she looked very happy, and nice swaying to the music. I liked her dancing, she was good at it, she looked nice when she did it. Suddenly I spotted Margret from across the room, who were also scanning the room for, what I can only assume was me. I wanted to hide, but when you are my height that is usually proven difficult. She smiled when she saw me and I quickly got up and went to the bathroom. I spent the next half hour avoiding her at every turn. On one of my escapes Lola stopped me on the dance floor and smiled at me. She took my hand and looked at me in insinuating that I should dance with her, I smiled but shook my head.
"I don't dance." I leaned in to tell her over the loud music. She shrugged and smirked.
"Well the way I see it you have two options, either sleep with Margret, or stay here and dance with me." She said shrugging it off like it was nothing.
We had had a lot to drink and I could see it on her that she was intoxicated. I could feel it myself, so I contemplated the two choices and stayed there dancing with her. I was not very good at it, but it was fun. She seemed to like it at least, and that made me loosen up and have a little more fun. She laughed a me as I had expected, but seemed to dance a little worse so I would not feel so out of place. It was actually fun, not that she could look bad, even if she tried she had a very good rhythm, something I did not.
After a while I felt someone rub them self up against me. Stopped what I was doing because I was uncomfortable, but she danced around and kept rubbing up against me. I did not like that Margret did that. It gave me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I could see that Lola was annoyed by it too. Margret even got in between us and rubbed her backside against me, I just sighed out of annoyance. She turned around to dance up against me with her front turned to me, and I had boiled over a little bit. Lola leaned over to say something to me.
"Can I please steal her wallet or something?" She said smirking and I rolled my eyes but smiled at her.
"Sorry, I don't feel like being an accessory to crime right now." I said and she chuckled.
We tried to dance away from her, but she kept dancing after us. Eventually I stood still as she kept rubbing up against me. I was honestly just annoying at this point. I was normally not one to lose my cool.
"Leave Margret." I said annoyed, and she shook her head smiling.
"Look Spencer, Rose is not the right girl for you. You just haven't realised it yet, sweet Spencer." She said grabbing my arms again, while I was still holding Lola's hand from when we were dancing. I did not like this, my brain went into overdrive thinking of how I could get rid of this girl, whom I really did not like. I tried to turn away from her but she grabbed my arm holding it in place, making me very uncomfortable. She was starting to piss me off and I was not that threatening but I did not want to do something I regretted. She was however making it very hard to control my emotions.
"I know it is hard to see the truth, but you have to accept it okay?" She said padding my cheek lightly, but I pushed her hand away.
"Yeah, I could say the same thing to you Margret." I said feeling angry and upset, mostly because I felt trapped not really knowing how to get out of this. She grabbed both my arms making us sway a little.
"You don't dance the way that you just danced, with a girl you're in love with." She said putting her hand on my cheek I tried to pull away from her.
"I might not be the best dancer, but I love her." I said trying to get her to just go away. She grabbed both of my hands pulling me closer against my will. I was getting more and more frustrated I looked over at Lola who did not seem to know what to do either. She kept grabbing me as she was talking, and I kept trying to fight her off.
"Look, we are gonna send Rose back traveling, then you and I can be happy together, just you and I." She said making a kissing face and leaning into me as I was trying to avoid it.
She was creepy and I really did not like this girl. But I had no experience with girls so I had no idea of what to do in this situation.
I looked from her to Lola, my brain did a quick, and a very drunk, calculation of the situation and it felt like instinct took over. Somehow I found the strength to push Margret away and a little off to the side, I then grabbed Lola, pulled her into me and kissed her.
It was a quick kiss, and I was acting purely on instinct, I pulled away and slowly looked into Lola's eyes before attaching our lips again. This time not so briefly, I put my all into this kiss. As our lips moved in perfect sync with the others. She tasted like alcohol and something sweet, it was a nice taste. We kissed like that in the middle of the dance floor for a while. But at that moment it felt like time was standing still and it was just me and her, not a crowded dance floor and loud music. It all drowned out by that feeling of her lips touching mine. We finally pulled a part and I looked to see that Margret was gone, so did Lola and she smiled a little at me before walking away. I was left there on the dance floor wondering what I had just done.
If Margret touching me gave me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, kissing Lola gave me a completely different feeling in my stomach. It was like butterflies and fireworks all went off at once. That feeling was insane. I liked that feeling. I had kissed other girls, and some had given me a similar feeling, but this seemed more intense. I could not pin point what that feeling meant or how it was created, but it was really nice. Like I understood the science of kissing and all of the neurons that are activated when doing it, but that feeling, it seemed illogical.
I did not like it when things did not make sense to me, so I pushed it to the back of my mind for later analysis. I walked around a little finding out that Lola had gone home claiming to be tired and I felt a little weird. I hoped that us kissing did not disrupt our friendship or upset her in any way. I guess I would just ask her on monday. I walked home and discovered another weird sensation I had not experienced before. My lips burned not in an allergic reaction kind of way, but in that weird little poking form. Like the nerves in my lips wanted to be kissed again. This was a weird sensation that I did not understand, again logically it did not make sense that lips would burn after having touched other sets of lips. I went home and googled it but even that did not seem to help. I went to bed and lied there thinking before my brain finally shut off and let me sleep.