Chapter 2! Here you go.
Maybe It's Luck
Chapter 2- My Savior
She had been walking around, frantically searching for Emily, but she was nowhere in sight. Spencer suspected that she was with the Sorority Sisters of uPenn, but there was no way of knowing for sure besides checking. Unfortunately, the sisters seemed to be scattered throughout the frat house. To her luck, she spotted Brendan, who probably knew where Emily was.
"Brendan, hey!" she exclaimed, and he smiled back at her. "Have you seen Emily? I can't find her anywhere, and I've been looking all over the place."
"Yeah, we were sitting together with drinks a few moments ago, and she spotted this Sorority Sister and said she'd be right back," Brendan explained. "Were you thinking about going to uPenn? That would be awesome if this was one of your choices, because I can help you get in. The head of the school is a close family friend of mine. I could always write up some recommendation for you if you want."
"Recommendation?" Spencer's face brightened up. "Oh my god Brendan, that would be amazing! This is my dream school, actually. Everyone in the Hastings name is set to go to uPenn, and getting in would be a dream."
"Great," Brendan said, smiling. "I'll talk to the head of the school for you, and I'm sure I can work something out with him. Oh, and if you see Emily, tell her to get back here. I'm getting kind of tired of waiting for her."
"Will do," she said, nodding. "Thanks so much, Brendan. You're amazing. I feel like I need to tell you something about Emily."
"Sure. Tell away," Brendan said, still smiling happily as he sipped his drink and picked up a cheese puff.
"Emily's gay," Spencer blurted. "If it seems like she's flirting with you, it's probably just her being friendly. She has a girlfriend, too. I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea about her, and she's probably scared that you won't accept her if she tells you. Don't attack her about it, please. Will you not?"
"Oh. She's gay..." Brendan sighed. "That's fine. And no, I won't tell. I'll leave her be. I understand her dilemma about telling me, but I guess I accept it. It's just sexuality. I've worked with a lot of other gay students. She's nothing new, but I guess I just thought that maybe she liked me."
"She definitely likes you as a friend, though!" Spencer tried to cheer him up. "Brendan, I'm sorry."
"No, I'm glad you told me!" Brendan said. "I would have spent the rest of the night gushing over Emily if you didn't tell me her sexuality. Thank you. By the way, are you friends with that James Dean haired guy over there? I saw you talking to him."
"Friends? I don't think so," She said, bitterly chuckling. "His name's Toby, he seems alright. A bit of a flirter, though."
"I know the dude!" Brendan exclaimed. "He's a very nice person, actually. I'm friends with his father, Nicholas Cavanaugh. My friend Eric Kahn's little brother is dating his little sister Jenna, too."
"Jenna? I know her. She goes to my school. Are you sure Toby's the guy you're talking about?" Spencer asked. "He seems more like a college pervert to me."
"He's not, trust me." Brendan said, chuckling lightly. "He's mysterious, but friendly. He has a good heart. I know he comes off a little mysterious, but when you get to know him, he's a friend you'll want to keep."
"Well, I don't really think I'm going to get to know him. I probably won't speak to him again tonight, even if he's a nice guy. I'm not really here to socialize with the college guys. I'm uh... here to check the college out," Spencer lied, smiling fakely. "So Brendan, I'll catch up with you later. Be kind to Emily, will you?"
"Of course. Emily's just a friend now," Brendan nodded. "Have a good night tonight, Spencer. Don't be afraid to socialize with some of the college girls and guys. Some of them aren't weirdos and pervs, even if it may seem crazy. If you want someone good to hang around, then Toby's the guy! You guys seem like you'd hit it off, if you gave him a chance."
"Excuse my awkward words, but he seems like the kind of guy to bang any girl that's willing to talk to him," Spencer expressed her opinion.
"Well, he wouldn't bang just any girl. No, he's more professional than that. He'd probably only be willing to screw a girl on the first date if he really liked her," Brendan explained, chuckling a little. "Alright, I'm here to advise you about college, not about when my friends bang girls. Good night, Miss Hastings."
She decided to be more social tonight. She kept her eyes peeled and open for people that looked friendly. Part of her wanted to listen to Brendan and go back and continue socializing with Toby, but she didn't want to give the guy a chance. She was far too stubborn to do so! He seemed like an ass, anyways.
"Hey there, hottie!" a guy exclaimed. "Wanna screw me tonight? There are some rooms upstairs, let's fuck. You seem like you're good in bed. Do you come here often? I think if you go to the school, I'd remember how hot your ass is! A girl with an ass like that isn't forgettable. Come with me upstairs, and we can fuck, baby."
"You're drunk. Dick..." Spencer muttered.
"Dick? I'm not one, but I have one that you can see!" he exclaimed. "I'm Chuck."
"Well, Chuck. I'm sure there won't be much to see," Spencer snarkily commented.
"Hey, don't judge the dick till you see it, baby! You might be impressed with how many inches you see tonight," Chuck said, grinning. "Come on, hottie. What's your name? At least give me that, baby."
"First name's Fuck. Last name's Off," Spencer spat.
"Fuck? So you wanna. I knew it. Come on, Chuck's gonna take you for a wild ride in the bedroom!" Chuck exclaimed.
"Good night, Chuck." Spencer angrily said.
"It'll be a good night once we've fucked!" Chuck grinned.
"Hey! Chuck, what the hell are you doing?" Toby walked up and asked. "You're fucking drunk, man. Go chill out. You'll regret this once you get the hangover feeling. I had a hangover once, and man, it was hell. Hey, you. Didn't we meet before?"
"We did. Why are you saving me? I don't need you to be a cheesy Prince Charming, Toby." Spencer spat at him.
"Don't be so stubborn, I'm just trying to help you. Is Chuck giving you a hard time?" he asked.
"I guess he is, but I don't need you to stop it for me. I can handle myself." Spencer said.
"You can't handle yourself against a bunch of drunk men!" Toby argued, crossing his arms.
"And you can? Stop playing hero and fuck off," Spencer spat. "You're one of these guys, actually. You're no saint."
"Fine. All I wanted to do was help," Toby sighed. "And for the record, I'm not some drunk guy. When I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful, and not some girl to screw. Okay? Just... never mind."
Spencer's heart sank as she watched Toby Cavanaugh walk away. She said nothing.
"Finally, he's gone!" Chuck exclaimed. "Now Chuck's gonna get a piece of ass. C'mere, baby. Kiss these lips. You know you wanna fuck me hard!"
Chuck began pulling Spencer into his arms forcefully. For some reason, Toby turned around. He ran up and punched Chuck right in the face.
"Tobes, what the fuck!? We're friends!" Chuck yelled as he was pushed away from Spencer.
"Fuck off, Chuck!" Toby shouted. "I know the girl doesn't like me much, either, but that doesn't mean you can force yourself on here, you douchebag! You're such a sleazebag. Life isn't about banging chicks, it's about being successful, and ruining this poor girl's night isn't something to be proud of. Get lost, Chuck!"
"You're such a buzzkill, Cavanaugh." Chuck narrowed his eyebrows in anger. "Good night, buzzkill! Hey hot baby, call me up if you still wanna fuck."
"No thank you." Spencer said, rolling her eyes.
Chuck walked off, leaving Spencer and Toby there.
"Why'd you do it?" Spencer questioned. "Why'd you save me after I treated you like fucking shit?"
"Because no girl deserves to be raped or hurt or even touched like that. I know what it feels like to be abused, and it's not good. No matter whom the person, they can't be treated like that..." Toby explained, trying to hold his tears. "I know you don't want me to save you, but you don't know what Chuck's capable of when he's drunk. He's brutal. I can't let you get abused by him or something. It's not worth it, even if you're going to call me a hundred more profane names."
"I'm not going to. I'm Spencer. And Toby... I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I can see that you're not some drunk college pervert. You're nicer than I thought, and I'm sorry." Spencer apologized. "...So sorry."