A/N: So sorry for being out too damn long. I feel so rusty. I hope this chapter, brief as it may, could still compensate for my absence. Let me know what you guys think. xoxo
It wasn't supposed to be like this. The night wasn't supposed to end this way. She went to this party in the hopes that Spencer would show up as well. She would have the brunette cornered and force her to listen, to talk, and to mend things with her. Check, check and check. And now things have gone horribly wrong. Emily felt hot tears on her cheeks, and she didn't bother to wipe them off. She instead wanted to wipe off that smug smile off Jenna Marshall's face as she walked out with Spencer all over her. Not an hour had passed when she had been the one in Spencer's arms, feeling the brunette's soft lips on her skin as they finally made up. They were supposed to leave this goddamn party together. Things happened so fast that Emily wasn't sure how she felt anymore. There was hurt, yes. Not just hurt but agonizing, unbelievable, inexplicable pain. Emily wondered if it were the same feelings that Spencer felt when she saw her and Maya kissing, or worse. It's not that she even returned Maya's kiss, but still. Spencer saw it firsthand, and a kiss is still a kiss. She knows that it's what the brunette would say. Emily felt Hanna's thumbs as she wiped the tears off her face. "I'm so sorry, Em."
A few shots of tequila were supposed to make her feel numb, but instead Emily just felt empty. After letting Hanna take her home, and she was quite positive that Hanna took her home, even if she didn't remember leaving Noel's cabin or driving back home with Hanna. Otherwise it was some kind of magic that got her here in her own room. Speaking of the blonde, Hanna was seated on the floor of Emily's room, her back resting against the wall. After refusing to give up the bottle of tequila that Emily stole from her mom's liquor cabinet, Hanna reluctantly joined her in her attempt to drink away all of her sorrows. Hanna must have been cheating on her share of the shots though, 'coz she appeared a lot more sober than the tanned girl.
"I think we should call it a night, Em." Hanna carefully reached for the bottle of alcohol in her best friend's hand. There wasn't much resistance from the swimmer this time. Emily just looked too defeated as she sat on the floor in front of Hanna, her back leaning on the edge of her bed. The swimmer's eyes were red and puffy from crying all night. Emily hadn't stopped crying since they left the party. Hanna crawled over and helped Emily up off the floor and onto her bed.
Hanna sat back against the headboard of Emily's bed, watching her best friend sleep. It was heartbreaking to watch Emily like this. It was almost as if the swimmer has totally lost everything. Spencer was her everything. And she just lost her to Jenna. Emily patiently waited day by day for the weekend to arrive, just so she could finally get a chance to talk to Spencer. Hanna had high hopes about it. She watched as Emily went after Spencer that night, and Hanna crossed her fingers for her best friends. She hoped that the two would finally get the chance to work things out. She hung out with Mona and Aria for a while as she let her two best friends talk it out outside. She was feeling optimistic that night, and she was happy for the two; but she predicted it wrong. When Hanna went back to the bar to get some drinks for her and Mona, she was shocked to see Spencer sucking face with Jenna Marshall. Hanna glanced to her right to find Aria and Emily with the same stunned look on their faces. Emily almost fainted at the sight; her heart must have stopped beating at that moment. Hanna caught the tanned girl as her knees buckled. She led Emily to one of the couches and tried to comprehend what just happened. "Em? What just happened? I thought that you - why is she – what the fuck is going on?" Emily fought back her tears, refusing to show how damaged she felt. She didn't say a word to Hanna. She just stared at the door where Spencer left with Jenna in tow. After an hour of staring blankly at the door and refusing to talk to Hanna, Emily gave up hope that the brunette would come back in and take her in her arms and say that this was all a mistake, that this night was just a bad dream. The swimmer shook her head and sighed. She got up and immediately went to the bar to try and drown all her sorrows away. Hanna went after Emily and tried her best to keep up with her friend. Her heart ached for Emily, and if she wanted to drink all her pain away, Hanna was more than happy to join her. Anything to numb the pain, Hanna thought. Hanna cheated a bit on the shots though, as she needed to stay a bit sober for her friend. Aria wasn't answering her calls. She had no idea where the tiny brunette disappeared to. She didn't trust anyone at the party to drive them home, and calling her mom to pick them up wasn't a sound idea. How could Spencer do this to Emily? How could she have been so cruel? Hanna closed her eyes as she adjusted to a sleeping position beside Emily. She'll deal with Spencer Hastings first thing in the morning.
Spencer woke up with a massive headache and her throat felt unpleasantly dry. Maybe getting wasted wasn't such a good idea after all. Well, it wasn't like she planned it. Spencer had been known to be so damn impulsive whenever she's hurt. And last night was one of those times. Spencer slowly opened her eyes, heart pounding at the sight of a brunette lying next to her. Spencer racked her brain, trying to recall what happened last night. She bet that she was so shit-faced last night that she couldn't remember anything. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to recall what happened but she was just able to remember bits and pieces of the previous night. Oh god. She remember kissing Jenna. Hard. Repeatedly. Spencer felt sick to her stomach for taking advantage of her friend like that. She felt like a horrible person. A stupid, selfish and horrible person. She couldn't remember what had happened after the kiss, how they ended up here on her bed. Did we have sex? Did I just have sex with Jenna Marshall? Oh god. What happens now? Spencer glanced at the still sleeping brunette who had her back on her, noticing that she was wearing one of her oversized shirts. Spencer peeked at her own body under the covers, holding in her breath as she did so. Thank god I have some clothes on. Spencer let out a sigh of relief. She slowly sat up and leaned back on the head board. What now, Spencer? Spencer muttered to herself. Wait, if they had sex last night, why were they both dressed? Had Jenna been sober and considerate enough to get them both dressed? Had she been the only one who was drunk out of her wits when it happened? Had Jenna been sober when they did it? If it's the case, then she didn't actually take advantage of her friend, but she actually was the one who had been taken advantage of. Right? Hmm. Spencer thought carefully. Now she feels like a jerk, twisting the case to her advantage; trying to play the victim card when it was actually her who initiated the kiss in the first place. The kiss that led to whatever else happened between them last night. Spencer shook her head at the thought, her head pounding even more at the action. Note to self: don't ever shake your head like that again when you feel like shit. Spencer carefully slid her legs off the bed. She needs coffee. Loads of coffee. Now. Just as she slid off the bed and onto her feet, her bedroom door swung open, revealing a very enraged Hanna Marin.
"Spencer! Get your skinny ass off the bed! We need to talk!" Spencer raised an eyebrow at Hanna's firm tone and sudden entrance. The brunette groaned and softly rubbed her temples.
"Good morning to you too, Han. Will you please keep it down? My head's just about to combust." Spencer whispered as she stole a quick glance at the sleeping brunette on her bed.
"Did you sleep with her?" Hanna asked disgustedly, pointing at the brunette sleeping on Spencer's bed. Spencer couldn't guess if Jenna was awake, for her hair was mostly covering her face as she laid face-down, snuggling one of Spencer's pillows.
"What?! No! Of course not!" Spencer snapped. "Well… I mean, I might have… I'm not really sure." Spencer half-whispered, covering her face with her hands.
Hanna's eyes widened, her mouth hanging open as she stared at Spencer incredulously. "What the fuck, Spence? How could you do that to Emily?"
It was Spencer's turn to be stunned. She was up from the bed in an instant, each step she took towards the blonde further aggravating the pounding in her head, but she didn't pay attention to it. "How could you do that to Emily?" Spencer repeated after Hanna, mimicking the blonde's tone. "Really, Han? You have the nerve to ask me that? After what Emily put me through? I mean, not just last night but the past few weeks. Seriously?" Both of them were standing at the foot of Spencer's bed now, staring each other down.
"Emily went to the party last night to mend things with you and you instead ditch the party and sleep with Jenna Marshall." Hanna declared with a wave of her hand towards the sleeping figure. She didn't bother to keep her voice down as she clearly intended to rouse the girl and face Hanna Marin's wrath.
"Will you two please keep it down?" The brunette mumbled into the pillow, making both Spencer and Hanna's heads turn to her in surprise.
"Aria?!" Spencer and Hanna said in unison.
"You slept with Aria?" Hanna gasped; her blue eyes just about to come off their sockets.
It took a moment for Spencer to register what Hanna just asked. She didn't recall going home with Aria last night. She was pretty sure that it was Jenna whom she made out with last night, and went home after. Or is it? God, she felt like a horrible person. Spencer Hastings is a bad, bad drunk. "Wait, what? No! Eww! I mean, of course not! I didn't sleep with Aria! Right, Ar?" Spencer asked almost pleadingly.
Aria sat up and fixed her hair a bit, rolling her eyes at her two best friends as she did so. "Yes, Spencer. We slept together. Literally - just slept together on your bed. And no, Hanna. Spencer and I did not have sex. Never going to happen." The tiny brunette explained. Spencer breathed a sigh of relief while Hanna just nodded and continued to prod.
"Well, okay. You might not have slept with Jenna but you still left with her last night after a heavy make-out session and left poor Em all heartbroken." Hanna snapped.
"Poor Em? Are you fucking serious Hanna?" Aria intervened.
Hanna chuckled and shook her head at the brunette on the bed. "Of course you'll take Spencer's side."
"You're too swift to take Emily's side as well." Aria defended.
Hanna faced the tiny brunette and crossed her arms across her chest. "I'm not taking sides, Aria. Well, that's not entirely true. I'm just siding with Em on this one 'coz it's Spencer who's acting like a total jackass."
"Spencer has the right to kiss whoever she wants to kiss and go home with whoever she wants to. It's not like she and Em are together." Aria snapped.
Spencer groaned. "Uhm, I'm right here. Stop talking about me as if I'm not physically present."
It's either the two did not hear Spencer or they just chose to ignore her as they continued to argue. "Not together? What, you need a ring to define their relationship?" Hanna chuckled humourlessly.
"They don't have a relationship, Han! Emily walked away from Spence, remember? Right after Spence confessed her love for her; Em walked out on her and said that it was a mistake." It was a rare thing for Aria to be this belligerent, but it's Spencer that they're talking about here. She wouldn't back down on anyone who'd try to hurt her best friend, even if it's Emily or Hanna. The tiny brunette's loyalty to Spencer is unequivocal and inviolable.
Hanna was being equally stubborn as Aria. Shaking her head, the blonde countered. "They may not be officially a couple but they're going down that road, finally. Jenna just had to show up and ruin everything by getting in the way of their happiness."
"Wait, no. Don't drag Jenna into this." Spencer intervened, but was again ignored by the two.
Aria got up from the bed and crossed her arms over her chest, mimicking the blonde's stance. "Don't blame this on Jenna! If Emily hadn't kissed Maya last night, Spencer wouldn't have gotten drunk and turned her attention to Jenna."
Spencer shook her head and sighed at the reminder of the debacle caused by her drunken state the previous night. "Still here guys."
Hanna seemed taken aback by Aria's words. "Maya? Emily's ex Maya?"
"Huh. Em didn't tell you about that part, I assume? Jeez Han. You just had to barge in here in Emily's honour, putting all the blame on Spence when you don't even know the full story. Some friend you are to Spence." Aria replied irritably.
Hanna looked genuinely offended. "Hey! I would've done the same thing if the roles were reversed. Don't point your finger at me when you always take Spencer's side in a flash. How can you even be sure that Emily kissed Maya? And have you forgotten that Maya's not even in Rosewood anymore?"
Aria chuckled bitterly. "Maya was at Noel's party last night. I saw Emily and her with my own eyes. Me and Spencer both. Why did you think Spencer got herself so damn wasted? Emily broke her heart. Again. Don't pin this on Spence." Aria snapped.
Hanna suddenly didn't have any comeback at Aria. Emily never told her about that part last night; probably because the swimmer was too dazed and too drunk afterwards. Hanna turned to Spencer as the silence was cut by the brunette's choked back sob.
Hearing last night's events hit Spencer hard. Yes, she does remember it now. She remembered how Emily followed her outside and how the swimmer swept her off her feet with those amazing kisses, enough for her to decide to ask Emily to ditch the party so that they could have more privacy. She wanted to just get out of there and kiss Emily and be in her arms all night and forget about every upsetting thing that had happened the past few weeks. She just wanted to indulge in Emily's kisses, away from everyone else. But she had been fooled yet again. She felt so dumb for allowing the swimmer to lead her on and then ditch her again afterwards. Emily was just heartlessly playing with her emotions. Spencer's eyes began to fill with tears and her chest suddenly felt too heavy. The throbbing in her head just grew tenfold and she felt the room begin to spin.
Hanna instantly looked apologetic. It was disconcerting to see the often composed and self-assured brunette biting back sobs. Spencer looked so betrayed and Hanna's heart ached for her friend. "Spence? I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Yeah, it was a stupid question, Hanna thinks, but what else can she say or do now? She needs to go back to Emily's and get her side of things. The swimmer has some serious explaining to do.
Spencer blindly reached out to Hanna's voice, trying to grab the blonde's arms to prevent herself from falling. "I just -"
Aria was on Spencer's side in an instant, clutching her right arm and putting a hand to her back. "Hey, why don't you just lie back down?"
"Ar?" Spencer breathed out. Her head was really pounding now and it hurt like hell.
"Hey, I'm right here sweetie. Tell me what's wrong." Aria replied.
"Spence? Are you okay?" Hanna carefully asked again.
"Ar, I uh, I need you to call Melissa. I can't -" Spencer fell to her side before she could even finish her sentence.