Wedding Bell Blues part 2
Toby's POV
Even after showing up to the wedding I still can't figure out how to tie my tie. My father yelled at me and told me to go find a mirror, so I could fix my tie. I've been standing here for the past five minutes and I still can't get this damn tie tied. I heard the sound of a pair of high heels knocking down the hallway. Suddenly the knocking stopped and I could feel the presents of somebody standing behind me.
I was about to ask who was there and that's when I heard her laugh. "Two years later and you still don't know how to work a tie."
I spun around and saw Spencer leaning against the door frame. She is dressed in a silky blue dress that went down to her knees along with a blue wrap that hung around her shoulders and a pair of blue high heels. Her hair is curled in a nice way and hung over her shoulders like a curtain. Her makeup is a bit darker than it normally is. I could smell her vanilla scented perfume from all the way over here. She looks absolutely beautiful.
That was when reality hit me. I realized that Jenna is a bride's maid in her sister's wedding. How did I not know about this before? Spencer must have known since she was the one who sent out the invitations. How does Jenna know Melissa? If they do know each other they couldn't have known each other for more than a few months, right?
I turned away from her. "No, that's okay, I got it."
She rolled her eyes and leaned off the doorframe. She took my tie in her hands and tied it. After she finished tying it she straitened it out then patted my shoulders.
"There not it's fixed." She walked over to the mirror to fix her makeup. "What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I thought you would`ve known since you're the one who mailed out the invitations."
She made a popping noise with her lips. "Nope, I didn't see your name on the list. Melissa or my mom may have, but I just mailed them."
"Jenna is in the wedding, and my dad made me come, so that's why I'm here."
She spun around to look at me. "You mean Jenna Marshall?"
"Do you know her?"
"No, I do remember seeing the Marshall's family on the list, but I didn't see Cavanaugh."
"That is weird."
"That's going to be your stepfamily?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah I guess so."
"What relationship does Jenna have with Melissa?"
"I have no clue."
The whole time Spencer was standing here I noticed that something was off about her. There's always something off about her, but this time it's different. She seems a distracted and cautious about something.
`"Is there something wrong?" I asked.
She stared around the room as if she was hoping to find the answer painted on the wall. Then she walked across the room and closed the door, so no one could hear us.
"After school, the girls and I went to the mall and we saw Ian fliting then kissing another girl."
"Do you think it was Jenna?" I asked.
"I don't know, does she have blonde hair?"
"No, Jenna has brown hair like yours."
"This just proves that Ian hasn't changed at all. Every time Ian and Melissa got together he would be sneaking around Melissa's back with some other girl. He's even doing it on his own wedding day."
"Well are you going to tell your sister?"
She crossed her arms. "No."
"So you're just going to let your sister marry that jerk?"
"I've tried to warn Melissa about him many times before and she never believes me. If I tell her she'll think I'm just trying to ruin this wedding. I'm not going to waste my time arguing with her, and having her tell me I'm wrong when I know I'm right."
"You sound annoyed," I noted.
"I'm not annoyed I'm just tired of fighting."
"You're tired of fighting with Melissa?"
She slapped her hands to the side. "No, with everyone. I'm tired of fighting with everyone." She shuffled over to the other side of the room to sit down on the white chair. I'm tired of fighting with my parents, Melissa, you, and even my friends."
"Spencer, every family has problems and secrets."
"Yeah well my family happens to be the master of problems. I can't say that I'm not surprised the Hastings, are supposed to be the best at everything."
"Spencer, is there another reason why you don't want your sister to marry this guy besides him cheating on her all the time?"
Her lips started to quiver and I'm pretty sure I saw her eyes watering. She looked down before I could see any real tears streaming down her face. I'm going to take that as a yes. I just don't know what that yes means. She stared at the ground to try and control herself. Clearly she was trying to think of a really good lie, so she won't have to explain the painful truth. I sat down in the white chair that is right across from her and looked right at her face. She still refused to look up at me. I brushed two fingers under her chin and slowly brought her head up to look at me. The sight was heartbreaking for me to see. Her eyes are all red and puffy. She whipped her tears off her face with the back of her hand, but it was too late I've already seen her tears.
"Spencer," I whispered. "I don't understand, why are you crying? What's wrong? Did this guy hurt you?"
She glanced back up at me on her own, but didn't say anything. Once again I'm taking her silence as a yes. This makes perfect since now. Spencer doesn't want Melissa to get married, because she's scared of this guy. She's not just scared she's terrified.
"Why are you afraid of this guy?" She opened her mouth to speak, but I knew that she was just going to lie about it. "Don't you dare lie to me." She shut her mouth. "You're scared of this guy I can see it in your eyes."
She took a shaky breath. "Ian's not a good guy."
"He's not a good guy to you."
"He's not a good guy to me, Melissa, and probably other girls."
"What did he do to you that made you hate him so much?"
Her eyes found mine again. "He tried to…" She paused and started again. "Ian has a reputation for going after younger girls. About a year ago I caught Ian spying on me while I was taking a shower. When I confronted him he started grabbing me and…"
Spencer couldn't continue. Instead she started crying again. Her tears flowed down her face like a river. Now I understand why she is so jumpy all the time and why she's scared to be left alone. I understand why she always looks so haunted and stressed. It's because this creep is running around her house like a fly on the wall. Ian tried to hurt her in an unspeakable way. Of course she would be afraid of him she has every right to be afraid.
"Did you tell your parents?" I asked after a long pause.
She sniffled and nodded her head. "Yeah I told and now I'm the little girl who cried Ian."
"Why didn't you ever tell anyone? Do your friends know?"
"No," she spoke up. "Nobody else knows. I never told anyone else, because I was afraid to admit how weak I was. I was afraid people would think I was lying just like my parents thought I was. I was afraid people would take the story and make it seem like I was forcing myself on him. I was afraid no one would believe me."
She looked away once again. This time after she looked away I immediately titled her head back up to look at me. I used my thumb to whip the tears off her face. She sniffled and took another shaky breath. It now surprises me that Spencer would allow me to touch her in that way after she was almost raped by some guy she really hates. Then I have to remember that I'm not like that guy. Even Spencer knows I'm not like that.
"I believe you," I finally spoke.
She glanced up at me and said, "You do?"
I nodded and whipped another year off the right side of her cheek. "That doesn't sound like a story anyone would makeup, especially you."
Her eyes locked with mine as I continued to whip her tears away. She looked less stressed out and more calm. In that moment with me sitting across from her whipping her tears, I have never wanted to kiss her as much as I do right now. She looks so broken and at the same time she's a lot stronger than anyone I've ever met. She has tears streaming down her face and her mascara is a little messed up and yet she still looks like the most beautiful girl in the world. I moved the palm of my hand to the back of her head. She didn't protest when I started pulling her face closer to mine. Her eyes fluttered closed as she waited for my lips to touch hers. I started to close my eyes as I brought her closer and closer. Right when our lips were about to touch the door flew open and we both jumped back. I looked up and saw Jenna standing there in the doorway.
"There you guys are. You better get moving the wedding's about to start."
Spencer and I rose to our feet. Jenna stood there for a second giving both of us a suspicious look. First she looked at me then at Spencer. Jenna faked a smile as she looked at Spencer.
"You must be Spencer, Melissa's younger sister."
Spencer swallowed before answering. "Yes I am and you must be Jenna the step bitch sister."
Jenna bit the inside of her cheek. I could tell by the look on Jenna's face that I would be getting it later. Spencer was the one who said it, but I'll be punished for it. I wanted to laugh at what Spencer said, but I kept my mouth shut.
Jenna huffed. "Your mother is looking for you."
"I'm sure she's too busy trying to keep Melissa from freaking out, but I'll go anyway just to make you think that your plan worked to get me to leave, so you could talk to Toby." She turned her head to look at me. "Come on Toby, I'll show you where you'll be sitting."
The two girls glared at each other. After a long hard stare down, Spencer walked past Jenna bumping into her shoulder on the way out. I'm not sure what just happened there. In the short amount of time that I've known Jenna I have never seen her look so pissed and defeated. During the wedding I sat next to my dad and I was bored out of my mind. Every once in a while I would glance over at Spencer, who is sitting in the row across from me. She sat still with her hands folded in her lap with her head down. Her mother nudged her and whispered something to her. She rolled her eyes and stared up at the altar. Not only is she being forced to attend the devils wedding now she has to watch it. I shook my head still not able to get her story out of my head. How could her parents not believe her? I was broke from my attention by the preacher's words.
"Does anyone have any objections?"
I looked at Spencer once again and noticed her clench her jaw. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands. It was like she was holding herself down from jumping up and screaming at the top of her lungs that she objects. Nobody said anything, so the preacher made the call. Ian and Melissa kissed, so that was the end of that. They're married and there's nothing Spencer can do about it. As soon as everyone was dismissed to move to the dining hall, Spencer shot up in her seat and got out there as fast as her legs could carry her.
My father told me that if I wanted to catch a cab instead of staying for the dinner I could. As much as I wanted to leave I also wanted to find Spencer. I don't know why I care so much, but I just want to make sure she's okay. I walked into the dining area and searched the room for her. Spencer was sitting at the bar messing with the bracelets on her wrist.
Spencer's POV
During Melissa's wedding all I wanted to do was stand up and scream. I'm the worst sister ever. I just sat there and let Melissa marry a horrible guy. Now Ian is going to be around more often to creep me out. If Melissa comes home crying about something Ian did the only thing I'm going to say is I told you so. I shouldn't be feeling guilty. I've warned her many times before and did she listen? No she didn't, so this is not in my hands. As soon as the ceremony was over I went straight to the bar and ordered a vodka soda. I was half way through my first drink when somebody tapped me on the shoulder startling me.
"Hey."
I turned around and sighed at who it is. "Oh it's just you."
Toby slipped on to the stool next to me and folded his arms across the counter. I chug down the rest of my drink and signaled the bar tender to refill my glass. Toby sighs as if he had some big speech to tell me, but all he did was order himself a scotch.
"What are you still doing here?" I asked. "Didn't your dad give you the green light?"
His face flinched as he took a drink from his scotch. "Yes he did." His voice was scratchy as he spoke. That made me chuckle a little. Geez hasn't this guy ever drank before?
"So why are you still here?"
He shrugged. "I just wanted to get a drink."
"Why didn't you just sneak into the bar down the street?"
"This is closer."
I sighed and brushed a strand of my hair back. "Toby I'm fine. You don't have to sit here and pretend to be my drinking buddy."
"Who said I'm pretending? Maybe I like to drink. You don't know I could do it all the time without you knowing."
I laughed. "You do not drink all the time."
"How do you know?"
"Because you took one sip of your drink and almost fell out of your chair."
"What are you talking about? I can drink." He said then chugged his whole drink down. He was having trouble swallowing his drink and when he finally did his throat started to burn. I laughed at the look on his face. If he is going to drink then he's going to need some help. When the bartender wasn't watching, I snuck behind the counter and stole a bottle of vodka. Then I ran to the other side of the counter and tugged on Toby's hand.
"What are we doing?" He asked, while fallowing me out of the dining area.
I looked back at him and smirked. "We're going to have some fun."
We walked down the hall and found an empty room that's far away from everyone. The room is small, but cozy and has two red couches in the middle of the room. Toby and I settled on one of the couches and started sharing the vodka that I stole from the bar. He was still having trouble after the first couple chugs, but eventually he got the hang of it. Now we are both sitting here laughing and getting drunk off of vodka.
"I like vodka!" I slurred, while twirling the bottle around. It's very vodkaey and good. Vodka is good it's tasty."
Toby took the bottle from me and lazily took a chug of it. He was almost as drunk as I was. Getting drunk with someone is always more fun than being alone.
"I agree!" He slurred. "It is great and I feel fabulous."
"You know what sucks? Families they suck. They all suck in their own family sucky ways."
"I do agree to that as well," he laughed.
"Like seriously my family is so screwed up, that Dr. Phil wouldn't even take us on."
Dr. Phil needs a pill," Toby sang.
"Screw families, who needs them?"
"Me not!" He exclaimed then took another drink. I snatched the bottle away from him and told him to stop hogging the bottle. We are now to the point where neither of us knows what we're doing. If somebody would walk in on us right now, we would be in so much trouble. Toby and I did some more drunk rambling about how much our families suck. I can't really remember what I said.
"Spencer I have a confession to make," Toby said as he struggled to sit up.
"What?" I said, while sitting up on the couch.
He scooted closer to me, so our faces were only centimeters apart. He pushed a loose strand of my hair back and tucked is behind my ear. "Do you remember when we were friends? I nodded and he continued. "Well I think I liked you back then and I don't mean as a friend. I used to have the biggest crush on you and now." He paused and laid a hand on my shoulder. "I miss you. I miss hanging out with you. I just really miss you. I miss your jokes. I miss your smile."
I was too drunk to really register what he just said, so I just nodded and said, "me too." The next thing I know, are arms were wrapped around each other and our lips are smashed together. Our clothes were discarded and scattered around the room. Here's to another crazy night together.
Thanks for reading this chapter I hope you all enjoyed it. The next chapter will take place the morning after. Toby will start to think about what is going on between him and Spencer. HE will have to decide if what they are doing is right or wrong? Later on he will make a decision on whether to end it or keep it going. More people will start to get suspicious about them.
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