It's happening again

Toby's POV

Spencer clung to me like a child. After that attack I'm more convinced that someone is after her. This is the second time someone tried to kill her. It may have happened more times. Who would be out to hurt Spencer? Her sobs subsided and she loosened her grip around me. I still held her allowing her to cry into my chest. Who could blame her? She was almost killed. After a few more minutes she removed her arms from around me and pulled away. She whipped the remaining tears off her cheeks and sniffled. I guess I can let go of her waist now.

"Thank you for saving me again," she choked.

"You're welcome."

She whipped the tears away until he cheeks were dry and stain free. Her body is still shaking and she's covered in goose bumps.

"He didn't hurt you did he?" she asked.

"Uh… No, I don't think so."

She grabbed my arm and said, "You're arms bleeding."

I turned to look at it. "Where?"

She rolled my sleeve up. "The blood is coming from the upper part of your arm right below your shoulder." She moved her hand up my arm. "Does that hurt?"

"No it," I was about to finish that sentence until she touched where the cut is. I hissed in pain. "Okay, maybe it hurts a little."

She quickly removed her hand. "I'm sorry. Uh… Maybe I should clean that cut, so it doesn't get infected."

"You don't have to do that. I doesn't even hurt that much."

I moved my shoulder a little and hissed at the sharp pain that shot up my arm. Spencer gave me a look knowing that I'm lying. She's about to get her way. She takes my hand and orders me to fallow her. I sat down on her couch then she disappeared down the hall to get something. A few minutes later she came back with a first aid kit. She sat next to me on the couch and started digging around for stuff she needed. The light from the fire place bounced off her skin making her look extra pretty tonight.

"Take off your shirt," she ordered.

"What?"

"I can't fix your cut if you don't take off your shirt."

I lifted my shirt up above my head and tossed it beside me. When I took my shirt off Spencer kept staring at my abs. I pretended like I didn`t notice. She was almost killed and now she`s trying to help me. The last thing I should do is tease her about staring at me. No matter how many jokes I have popping up in my head right now. She shook her head and reached for the first thing. She poured something onto a white cloth then pressed it against the cut on my shoulder. I hissed when the cloth made contact with my skin.

"This stings a lot," I hissed.

"I'm sorry. We have to keep this on here until the sting goes away."

A few seconds later the sting did go away. The next thing Spencer did was clean off the cut. Then she grabbed a white bandage from the first aid kit and wrapped it around my shoulder. My arm didn`t hurt as much, but it still felt a little numb. I watched at how careful she is with fixing my arm. It made me wonder if she wanted to be a doctor or a nurse someday.

"So," I said after she finished wrapping it up. "Will I live?"

She nodded. "I think the odds are in your favor."

She put the stuff back in her first aid kit then set it down on the floor. I sighed and looked at the bandage around me. It feels a lot better already. When I turned my head back to look at Spencer, I caught her staring at my abs again. She caught me staring at her and faked a smile.

"You like seeing me shirtless don't you?" I teased.

"Shut up," she smiled.

"Well if it makes you feel any better I like seeing you shirtless too."

She laughed out loud and said, "Yeah I know you do."

"Thanks for fixing my shoulder."

"Well you got hurt saving me, so I figured I owed you one." She sighed and brushed a strand of her hair back. "Toby, why did you come here and for real this time?"

"I told you I wanted to return your jacket."

"Is that the only reason?"

I sighed and said, "No, I just needed to get out of my house."

She pulled her knees up on the couch and hugged them against her chest. "How come?"

"My house is getting worse and worse every day. This afternoon when I got home… After what happened I don't think I'll ever be the same."

Flashback

After I dropped Spencer off at her house, I went straight to mine. I wasn't really looking forward to getting home. My family is really starting to get on my last nervous. Before I left, Jenna told my father that she liked my room and wondered if she could have it as her own. While I was away my father and her mother took all of my stuff out of my room and put it in the basement. Now Jenna has my room and I sleep in the basement. I don't even have a bed right now. All I have is an old beat up mattress that my father slept on in college, a couple blanks, and my pillow. My dad told me it would be another two weeks before my bed gets here.

They gave Jenna my room and now they're making me sleep in the basement like a dog. I'm not happy about these new family arrangements. Jenna is totally winning my dad over. After I got into a heated argument with my dad about it, he told me to stop being a jerk and just deal with it. Later my father and Jenna's mother went out for dinner. They said they wouldn't be back until the next morning. He made me stay home with Jenna. She still freaks me out.

Sometimes at dinner she would touch my knees from under the table. She would ask me to show her my body and stuff say stuff like "I'm hers." Then she would laugh and say that she's just kidding. Something is totally off about that girl. My theory about her came true after what happened tonight. I was down stairs unpacking my suitcase when she came in uninvited. She always comes in uninvited. She walked into my room and leaned against the wall.

"You're home," she said.

"Yeah, that could be why I'm standing here unpacking my suitcase."

She laughed dryly. "You really do know how to make a girl laugh."

She leaned off against the wall and walked over to me. I tensed up when I felt her hand on my back. "Do you want some help?" She asked, while moving her hand lower down my back.

I shock her hand off and said, "No. Would you please leave? I would like to be alone."

"We are alone," she spoke in a low voice.

"Jenna, get out!" I said more forcefully.

She moved her hands up around my shoulders and started rubbing them. "You're a little tense. Maybe I should stay and help you relax."

"Jenna!" I yelled when I felt her lips press against the back of my neck.

I stepped far away from her and she stood there with a smirk on her face. Jenna just keeps getting creepier and creepier. I need to get out of here. I'm not staying here alone with Jenna.

"Come one Toby," she said, while walking towards me. "You know you want to."

Every time she took a step forward, I took two steps back. "You need to get out Jenna, right now."

"Or what?" She laughed. "Are you going to tell your father? He won't believe you. While you were in Washington I told him that you have been giving me the creeps."

"You're a creep," I said.

"What's the big deal Toby? We're not really related."

"Our parents are engaged, you're going to be my stepsister, and plus I don't even like you."

She scuffled and crossed her arms, "You can do it with someone you don't like."

"Normal people do it with someone they do like."

"I'm giving you one last chance here!" She hissed. "If you don't listen to me I'm telling my parents you were forcing yourself on me!"

"I don't care what you do!" I yelled while picking up my jacket. "I'm not staying here, I'm getting the hell out of here."

I put on my jacket and ran out of the house. Where can I go tonight? Caleb told me that he's with Hanna. Ezra is having dinner with his parents. I can't afford to stay at a motel. Where else can I go? I got in my truck and sat there for a while. I tried to think where I could go. Then I looked at the passenger seat and noticed that there was a blue and grey jacket. It's not mine, it's not Caleb's, and I'm pretty sure it's not Ezra's. Then I remembered I gave Spencer a ride home. That jacket probably belongs to her. That's when the idea of going over to Spencer's popped into my head. She might try to kick me out, but eventually she'll give in. All I have to do is take my shirt off and she'll be begging me to stay.

End of flashback

Spencer sat there in shock. I've never told anyone about how much Jenna freaks me out. I haven't even told Caleb and I tell him everything. Actually I don't tell Caleb everything. I didn't tell him about my screwed up family and I didn't tell him that I'm sleeping with Spencer. The main reason I didn't tell him that I'm sleeping with Spencer is because Spencer would kill me if I told anyone. She would make my death slow and painful.

"You're stepsisters as freak," she said.

"She's not my stepsister yet."

"Are you going to tell your dad?"

"I can't do that. My father already hates me. If I tell him he'll believe Jenna over me."

"But you're his son."

"That doesn't matter to him."

Spencer, adjusted herself on the couch and sat cris-cross. This conversation isn't easy for me to talk about. In fact I feel a little embarrassed admitting that I'm letting a seventeen year old girl get to me.

"What are you going to do if Jenna tries it again?" She asked.

"I have a feeling she will try it again, but I can't let her get to me. I'll be moving out soon, so I'll be able to handle it myself."

"If you can handle it yourself, then why did you drive to my house in the middle of the night?"

"I told you, so I could return your jacket." She gives me a look and I sigh in defeat. "I don't know why I came here okay. I didn't know where else to go, so I came here."

She nodded. "Okay. I'm kind of lucky you did otherwise I might not be here right now."

"You can't tell anyone about this okay? Please don't tell people about Jenna and that I came here."

"I promise as long as you don't say anything about my attack."

I shook her hand and said, "It's a deal."

Spencer is allowing me to spend the night at her house, but only in the guest room. At some point Spencer and I got comfy on the floor sitting across from each other right next to the fireplace. We talked about our future plans after high school. Spencer said that she wants to go to a college far away from Rosewood and never look back. When I asked her what she's interested in, she said interior design. I never knew that Spencer was interested in interior design.

"What are your plans after high school?" She asked.

I thought for a second. "Well my father wants me to enroll in the Harrisburg police academy. My great grandfather was a cop, his dad was a cop, and my dad's a cop now, so he wants me to be a cop. My dad is so set on me becoming a cop, but I have other things in mind."

"And what are those things that you have in mind?"

"I want to be a carpenter. Last summer I apprenticed with a master carpenter. I got tools and I got a truck. After I graduated I'm moving to Florida to open up my own business. Of course I'll have to get a few jobs, but I think I got it figure out."

"It seems like you have it all figured out," she said.

"Yeah the only thing I'm missing is the support from my family. Nobody thinks I can do it."

"I think you can do it."

"Spencer that's not funny."

"I'm being serious."

"Do you really think I can do it?"

"I think you can do anything you set your mind on."

"You do realize you just said that to the guy you insult 24/7 right?"

She laughed, "Yes, and I will forever be scared from it. I'm serious though if this is the path you want to take then I say go for it."

"Aren't you going to say only smart people can achieve this?"

"You are smart," she admitted.

I smirked and said, "I thought I was an idiot."

She laughed, "You are, but you're not an idiot when it comes to school work and knowing who you want to be."

"Right I just have an idiotic personality."

"Yes that's right," she teased.

We both laughed. I never though sitting here just talking with Spencer could be this fun. Then I remember we used to do this all the time. Back in freshmen year when we were friends we would sit around and talk for hours. Being here with Spencer now kinds of feels like old times. I tell my friends all the time that I hate Spencer and that I regret ever becoming her friend. The truth is I actually do miss when we were friends. I used to be able to talk to her about anything. She gave me the best advice. Being her now makes me realize how much I miss us.

"You know what I think?" I said while sitting up straight.

She leaned forward. "What?"

"Since I want to be a carpenter and you want to be an interior design and knowing our luck with how much our paths cross. I'd say we'll end up working for the same company."

"You mean you working as a carpenter and me as a designer."

I nodded and said, "Yeah."

All of a sudden she started laughing. Seeing her laugh made me laugh. Pretty soon we were both laughing. We stopped laughing and just sat there staring at each other for a while. Spencer looks beautiful right now. She noticed that I was leaning closer to her and she did the same. I reached up and placed the palm of my hand against her cheek. She leaned into my touch and moved closer to me. Our eye lids fluttered closed then finally our lips touched. Her hand came up to rest against my cheek and her other hand was on my chest. She wasn`t touching me in a sexual way like we normally would. Instead we're touching each other in a more gentle way. Our hands grazed over each other's faces. We've kissed many times before, but we've never shared a kiss like this. This time our kiss felt softer and almost passionate. No, there was no use trying to hide it. There is definitely some passion in this kiss.

Spoby kissed again! Do you think Spencer and Toby are starting to have feelings for each other or is it all in their heads? Who do you think is after Spencer? And how freaky is Jenna?

There are more Spoby scenes coming up in the next few chapters, so stay tuned!