Chapter Twenty Three

The next morning came shortly, and Spencer in her scarf, and wool pea-coat was out the door to work. Toby sat alone, and he knew Wren would be coming back soon, that is if he wasn't hiding from him. He debated to leave, or stay so many times that he felt like his head was spinning. He didn't know what he would do when he saw the shorter British man, he could control his anger and all, but this wasn't the first, but second time his 'friend' screwed him over. As far as Toby saw it, him and Wren weren't friends.

Toby knew Spencer. She knew she cared about Wren, if he laid a hand on Wren, then she would maybe pit that against him. Although, he should be mad at Spencer too, he couldn't blame her. He blamed Wren. Just then, as Toby took another forkful of macaroni, and the summer Olympics came to a commercial the door creaked open. Toby abruptly stood up, putting the macaroni filled bowl on the table. In came Wren, his cheeks red from the harsh early snow, and bitter wind. His hat went to his eye brows, and his green jacket tugged around him. He raised his eyebrows, and looked as frozen as the snow gathering outside.

"Toby," he said tightly slipping of his damp hat and throwing it on the coat rack.

"What the fuck Wren." He spat bitterly, his whole body stiffening. His eyes shooting out icicles at the slightly scared man before him.

"What?" he said sheepishly.

"You and Spencer." He gritted through his teeth taking a step closer. "I thought we had an agreement."

"And you broke it." Wren shot back his lip twitching. "You kissed her. Did you not?"

"It was a kiss." He narrowed his cold blue eyes. "You're in a damn relationship with her." He clenched his fist angrily, lowering his head.

"Look mate, you ended that pact when you kissed her. Plus, you've been dating Hanna for the past several months. I assumed you were over her." He said lightly unraveling the dark blue scarf off of him self. Toby had such an urge to just beat the shit out of Wren. He act's as if this is no big deal. Although, Toby swallowed his anger, and with a scoff of disgust, and grabbing of his leather jacket, he was out the door. Out of the sight of Wren.

After leaving his apartment, Toby didn't even know where he was going. He was simply just driving around aimlessly, thinking. Why did Spencer even want to be with Wren? Over the past few years, Toby would watch girl's fall for Wren's charm and accent. Most were just girls he slept with. With a British accent, and a medical degree, girls practically fell at his feet. He's only known Wren to have two real girlfriends, asides Spencer, if they were even in a real relationship. Holly, and Victoria. He dated Victoria before Spencer even came into the picture. And after Holly. They broke up about three months before meeting Spencer actually. Victoria, was a doctor too. She got resigned to a new hospital, and Wren didn't follow her.

Some how Toby ended up at Emily's loft sitting on her couch watching the Olympic swimmers prepare for the race. He hadn't mentioned anything about anything. He didn't even tell her, he broke up with Hanna. He truly didn't feel like talking about it, so much had happened in the last few days, that he felt like was going to explode. Usually, at times like this he would be happy to have projects to work on, but at the moment work wasn't busy, and that left his mind to clear. Besides, swimming was Emily's favorite Olympic sport, and he wasn't going to ruin it for his raven haired friend. So instead he listened to Emily chant 'USA' at her 52'in TV. This was one of the moments, that he was very grateful she had no interest in his half of the population. Most girls would be fawning over the swimmers bodies, but Emily was watching because she loved the game.

Although twenty minutes of sitting on Emily's plaid couch, turned into three hours of sitting on her plaid couch. Emily turned her body to her friend her bright smile fading, "What is it?" She sighed with a small toothless smile. Her dark eyes lingering on him, awaiting a response.

"Um," he mumbled. "So, I broke up with Hanna." This made Emily spit out her orange pop. It got all over her tan, now orange, carpet. Emily wiped of her face and stared at him widening her big brown eyes.

"Must you tell me shit like that when I'm drinking something?" She groaned glancing up at him, then at the stain on her shirt and carpet. Emily, sat up and made her way to the kitchen to obtain some cleaning supplies, she threw them at Toby and demanded he cleaned up the mess.

"What, why do I have too?" He murmured.

"Toby," She warned. Her eyes sharp. Toby, ducked his head down and made his way to the floor to clean up Emily's mess. "I'm gonna go change." She murmured. Before trailing away she whipped her head back, "Don't think this is the end of the conversation." She stated. Soon, the mess was clean and Emily was in a new shirt. She sat on a foot rest for the nearby chair, cupping her knees, and leaning over anxiously.

"So, just a wild guess here, but this is about Spencer isn't it?" Emily asked, sarcasm flooding her voice.

"Mmm," Toby grunted looking down at his lap.

"So, what are you going to do?" Emily asked eagerly.

"I kind of already did something." He mumbled, biting his lip. "I told Spencer how I feel."

"Really?" Emily's lips curved up into huge smile. "Finally!" She squealed. "What did she say?"

"Oh, yeah." He swallowed hardly. "I forgot to tell you, she's with Wren now." He said bitterly.

"What!" She exclaimed her smile twitching downwards. "What a bitch."

"She isn't." Toby defended.

"She's dating practically your best friend!" Emily exclaimed. Toby sighed ducking his head down.

"Damn, Wren is such a scumbag." She hissed slouching into the back of the seat.

"Yeah," Toby gritted through his teeth.

"So, wait." Emily furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you not mad at Spencer?"

Toby inhaled sharply, and then let it all out. He had been, pissed actually. But, he couldn't be mad for long at her. It was Spencer. "I've made her feel like crap, and" He shrugged. "I'm not going to be mad at her, I told her I moved on."

"But, she knew-"

"Yeah," Toby gulped. "But, I don't care. It's fine." He breathed. All he wanted was to forget about this, and be with her. He was going to win her back, even if she did choose Wren over him. That wasn't going to stop him.

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