Chapter 5

During lunch time a few days later, I decided it was finally the right time to confront Andrew about the note. It was obviously him. Who else would even think of sabotaging Spencer for no reason? He was also the one who obviously spread that rumor about sleeping with her, too. I was going to mess him up if he wrote that note. Yeah, he didn't get sex, but if he was willing to call his girlfriend a whore for that, then he didn't deserve her in the first place!

"Campbell, get your ass over here," I demanded, grabbing his arm.

He groaned and asked, "What do you want? I'd like to go a day without seeing an ugly face."

"Then don't look in the mirror, bitch," I said with a smirk. "It's as simple as that. You fuckin' with me, dude? Stealing a girl's clothes is one thing, but that sick note you wrote to her was an all-time low! What is wrong with you, Andrew?"

He gave me a confused look and asked, "What the hell are you talking about, Toby? I didn't steal her clothes, I swear. You're talking about Spencer, right? Oh, and I certainly didn't write her a note, either!" For some reason, the look on his face was genuine.

"So the rumor about you guys, the note, the clothes stealing... that all wasn't you?" I asked, shocked.

"No way!" Andrew cried. "Toby, I was drunk that night, and I acted stupid. I know it was wrong. I would never try to get back at her, and I would never tell people that we did stuff together when we didn't. I admit I screwed up that night. Would you just please tell her I'm sorry?"

"Yeah, whatever," I said, shrugging. "Maybe later. I've gotta find the shitbag who really did this stuff to her."

"Why are you doing all of this for her?" Andrew asked.

"Um, I owe her a lot. She saved my ass a few days ago," I answered, and walked away quickly.

Who else would be the culprit behind it? I couldn't think of anybody with enough motive to do it to her! The only person who would even dare to do it was Andrew, and he seemed really genuine when he said he didn't do it.

"Nice ass, Liz!"

I rolled my eyes. Some guys were just so annoying, but of course, it had to be my own friend. Posey fucking Sherman. He was my gym buddy, but he had this thing where he was a little bit shitty when it came to treating girls well.

"Don't worry about it, he's a dickbag," I whispered into Elizabeth's ear.

I would admit—Elizabeth was a really hot girl, and she was a crush of mine back in middle school. What would I give to fuck Liz? I didn't even know. She was hot, and she was pretty nice, too. She also knew how to take charge and be flirty. I liked that about her.

"I thought you were buddies with Posey," Liz whispered back, turning around.

"A little bit, but he acts weird around girls," I explained.

"Come on, at least flaunt that ass for us if you're not gonna throw the ball properly!" Posey yelled, grinning. I bet he thought he was so cool when he said that to her.

"Jesus Christ, he's a moron," Liz angrily said.

"Get him back," I said with a smirk. "He said throw the ball properly, so throw it real hard. Get him out, and show him who's boss, Liz." I grinned at her.

"This really isn't my game," Liz said, shaking her head. "I don't even know how to throw this god damn thing!"

"Lucky for you, I used to be quite the dodgeball player back in middle school," I proudly told her. I knew it was my chance to get closer to her, so I took it. I wrapped my arms around her, and held her in a way that she had the proper form to throw. "Okay, so let's aim for Posey's torso. Draw your arm back, and build up the force when you throw it. Try it."

I let go of her, and she nodded her head. She yanked her arm back and launched the ball towards Posey, hitting him exactly where we planned on hitting him.

"Oh my god!" Posey cried.

"Sherman, get out of here!" Coach yelled.

I grinned at Liz and said, "Looks like you're a natural. All you needed was a little bit of coaching, but now you've got it. And I think you really showed Posey who the man is."

"You're the best, Toby," she said with an adorable giggle.

I changed my clothes in the locker room, and then as I was walking out to the courtyard to find Spencer, Liz walked up to me. I couldn't believe it! My dodgeball efforts lured her in, and she probably liked me, didn't she? I gave her the power to take Posey down, and she wanted me, huh? I was all for it.

"Sup, Liz?" I said, smiling at her.

"Hey, Toby," she said, smiling back. "Are you busy right now?"

"Nah, I was just gonna walk home," I explained. "Why?"

The most unexpected thing happened... Liz randomly cupped my cheeks and pressed a long kiss to my lips. I kissed her back, holding her shoulders as our lips collided. I was getting lip action from my middle school crush! It was the weirdest day ever.

"That was good," I whispered, pulling back. "So, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking you could come over whenever you're free," Liz told me, smirking. "I'm not busy right now, so if you're not, you should come over now. Are you in or what?"

"I'll try to come," I told her. "I kinda got this whole deal where I'm grounded, so I gotta plead to my hawk eye Hastings."

"Spencer Hastings watches you?" Liz asked.

I nodded my head and responded, "The school forced her to do it. It's this weirdo program thing." She took a pen from her school bag and wrote her digits down on my arm. I grinned at her.

"Well, if you can go," Liz began, "call me."

I ran to Spencer as fast as I could. I didn't want to miss my chance with Liz while I had it. I wasn't really expecting a relationship with her, but I at least wanted the sex! It was obvious she was calling me for sex, or else she would have asked me out on a date instead.

"Spencer, can you please text my parents and tell them I'm home?" I pleaded. "This really hot girl named Liz just asked me to come over, and it's my chance to—"

"—fuck her?" Spencer asked, raising her eyebrows. "Toby."

She said my name like I was doing something wrong. Since when was getting with a girl wrong? Sure, she didn't want to get with Andrew the night of Jacob's party, but that was because she didn't want to have sex. I wanted it with Liz! The hottie was asking me to come over.

"What did I do?" I asked. "Back in middle school, she was my crush! And now she wants to do me, so I wanna get it. I haven't been able to do any of the so-called bad things since I got grounded. Sex isn't a bad thing. It's just for fun."

"You don't even love her!" Spencer yelled. "Women aren't sex toys, Toby!"

"I'm not pressuring her into it," I argued. "It's completely consensual! Actually, she's the one that's initiating this by inviting me over."

"Well, I'm not going to lie to your parents, so let's go home," Spencer said, annoyed.

"Why don't you want me to be with the girl I like?" I asked.

"You like her body, and you're not going on a date, you're trying to screw her!" Spencer yelled, grabbing the collar of my shirt. "Let it go. You're not going to go to this girl's house, and that's the executive decision. Your parents wouldn't let you go, anyways."

"Hmm, is that the reason, or are you jealous?" I teased, winking at her.

"Arrogant, much?" Spencer said, rolling her eyes. "Fine, you go screw her if you really want to. I'll cover for you."

"Nah, it's fine. I'd much rather screw you, babe," I flirted, chuckling as I did so.

"Toby," she warned.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going!" I exclaimed, laughing. "You rock, Hastings!"

I yawned, getting up from Liz's bed. I put my pants on, and then grabbed my shirt. I got out of her house before she woke up, but I left a note saying my parents knew I didn't come home, and that I was going to be in trouble. It wasn't true, but oh well. I hated staying until after the girl woke up, even if it was somebody as great as Liz.

When I was walking home, I spotted Spencer, and unfortunately, she was with the devil. Andrew. Why would she talk to him after what happened? I knew he didn't pull that sick joke on her, but he still tried to attack her. After last time, I knew it wasn't a smart idea to not follow her, so I did it again, and listened in on their conversation.

"I'm glad we're talking again, Spencer," Andrew said, putting his arm around her. "I really screwed it up with you at Jacob's party, and the only defense I have is that I was drunk. You are a beautiful woman, and... I'd like you to know that I didn't start those rumors, and I didn't pull that prank on you that Toby was talking about."

"How can I believe that?" Spencer asked, pulling away from him. "I thought you just wanted to apologize. You actually thought I would get back with you after all of this?"

"Hear me out," he pleaded. "I love you a lot, and I don't want us to be over. It may take time, but I hope we can heal. I want our relationship back. You're the best girl I've ever been with. I don't know how I can show you that I didn't do all that stuff to you, but I mean it when I say that I didn't."

"I have to get home, Andrew," she said, biting her lip. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

The next morning, I had just walked with her to school. She hadn't made any mentions of Andrew, but I was wondering—was she actually thinking of getting back with that ass? It seemed like a stupid thing to do in my opinion! The fucker tried to attack her!

Before school, Spencer didn't even want to talk to me. She just went off to talk to her real friends... some hot girls. Aria and Hanna, who I met the other day, and this other swimmer hottie named Emily Fields. So, it seemed like she was mad at me for some reason, but I didn't get why.

I didn't need her, though. I had other friends. I hadn't really talked to Posey in a while, so I went up to him.

"Hey, Sherman," I greeted, grinning at him. Without Spencer controlling me, it was my perfect chance to get some smokes. "You know if Jacob got any cigs?"

"Nah, I haven't seen him in a while," Posey said, shrugging his shoulders. "Aye, but where you been, punk? We haven't chatted in a while."

"You weren't in gym the other day, so I didn't talk to you," I explained. "And I was working it up with Liz yesterday, so I was busy. I think we kinda got something going on, and it's real good. But where were you the other day?"

"Oh, Jacob and I had make up tests that day," Posey said. "Hey, if you lookin' for some smokes, you know... I got 'em, too. You need some from me?"

"Thank god," I said, grinning. "Yeah, hit me up, Posey. My parents totally cut me off."

"Grab some," Posey instructed, pointing at his backpack, which was resting on the grass. "They're in the front pocket of my backpack. Take as many as you need, Toby."

I was lucky to have Posey supplying me. I'd been keeping myself away when Spencer distracted me, but since she was mad at me, I didn't really want to stop anymore. She was the only reason I even tried to stop, so without her, I had no motivation.

"Posey," I said his name with an aching in my voice.

"Yeah?"

In my hand wasn't a pack of cigarettes, but instead a girl's outfit (sweatshirt and jeans, I remembered). And I knew which girl those clothes belonged to. Spencer. That explained why Posey wasn't in gym class that day. My own friend wrote that disgusting note to her and stole her clothes? I pushed him against a nearby surface, glaring at him as best I could.

"Tell me you didn't do this!" I yelled, my voice cracking.

"Toby, what the fuck?" he demanded, pushing me off. "Yeah, they're some clothes. Big whoop! What's your problem?"

"You stole these from Spencer Hastings and wrote that janked up note!" I yelled, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "I know her, Posey. I was there when it happened."

"Toby, why does it matter?" he asked, trying to cool me down. "She's just some girl, and it was just some joke. It doesn't even mean anything."

"For your information, she nearly got fucking raped by Andrew!" I explained, jamming my hand into his chest. "She's not a slut, she's not a whore. She's never even had sex before, and you ruined her fucking day! What kind of joke is it to steal somebody's clothes? Would you like it if I stole your clothes and you had to walk out of the gym butt naked with your damn penis sticking out, you son of a bitch!"

Something snapped inside of me. What Posey did pissed me off to a new extreme. I'm sure I'd never cursed so much in a sentence until that day.

"Alright, I'll go tell your stupid little girlfriend that I'm sorry. We cool?" he asked.

"We're not cool," I said, shaking my head. "Saying sorry when you don't even mean it doesn't do shit, Posey. I don't like the way you talked to Liz, or the way you treated Spencer."

"What the fuck is with you?" Posey asked, stepping away from me. "Ever since you started hanging out with Spencer, you've been acting like a freak! Why you gotta be so uptight, dude?"

"I don't need this crap from you," I snapped. "Did you start the rumor about her sleeping with Andrew?"

Posey shrugged and said, "I guess, but it's just whatever..."

"It's not whatever," I said, glaring at him. "It really isn't. Get your ass away from me, and stop being a prick. Fuck off."

With that, I walked away, and I felt pretty damn good for telling him off.