Spencer was in town for the day. Before I moved in with my new family, me and Spencer would take day trips on his motorbike or do some guy thing that he liked to do. So the next day I choose to go met up with him. Not sure which reason was more important, getting out of the house (because of what I heard) or seeing Spencer. I had just one problem. I had no way to get there. I didn't know how to drive a car and they had no motorbikes. I thought it was stupid. They had like two cars each but there wasn't a motorbike in site. So I borrowed one of the Fraser's less expensive cars and taught myself how to drive.
Spencer no matter what he did to himself. I could always pick him out. Even when he cut off all his brownie blonde hair which he usually had pulled back into a ponytail, I could still tell it was him standing next to a beautiful motorbike in the car park of the beach. As I pulled up beside him, my window was already down so I could feel the wind in my face. He said with a smile on his face, "Where did you get the car?" "I borrowed it from a member of my family," I said getting out of the car.
Then in one moment it all went bad, as the wind blow my hair in his direction. He cringed like an invisibly force was trying to kill him. He clenched his fists into tight balls then he said unable to relax muttering a little "About family. Umm, has Jazzie told you she has a new boyfriend? Well. She does." I didn't know when he was going with this. We had always been strong, even when he was going though some family stuff which he couldn't tell me about. We had never let it get to us. But it looked like me moving, was going to do it.
He kept going when I didn't say anything. "While you were away, Jazzie and I got close". Then it hit me and all I could feel was the hatred for him. He got with my sister. Not that I didn't love my sister but he is my boyfriend. Well, was my boy friend. Couldn't he have picked someone else, who would take him away. So I wouldn't have to look at him in the face again. "Okay. Have fun," I said getting back into the car. "Hope it works out," I said and with that I drove out of the beach parking lot.
I drove around for a while not wanting to go home. Then my phone rang. It was Scott. I didn't pick it up. He could wait the 20 minutes it would take me to get home. I went straight to my room after telling Scott I was back.
There was someone in my walk in wardrobe. I guessed it was Penny putting away my clothes like she always did. She had so much free time. I guess she did everything for me.
"Hey" I called out to the person not really forced on what was going on. They turned away with my favourite and most worn jumper in their hands. "Oh. I didn't know you were home" said Thomas dropped my jumped and heading for the door. If he hadn't have talked I would have had no idea what he was feeling. His face was always expressionless. He was always stiff around me, not that I saw him very much. I collapsed onto my bed. I didn't care; he would be out of my room in a second like he always did.
But as the tears came, though I tried to fight them, the footsteps stopped. He stood at my door. If he knew it was silly and stupid, he would just leave. "My ex boyfriend just left me for my sister." I said I had to stop, to stop the tears coming down harder. I put my head in my hands so he could leave and not feel bad about it. But the next thing I felt was an ice cold hand around my shoulder. "Well. I think you smell great so don't worry about him. He's just a silly little boy," said Thomas sitting down next to me on my bed. "Thankx," I said laughing at his compliment though I didn't really understand. We sat there, doing nothing really. it was the first time i'd really talked or seen him before.