AN: I'm soooo sorry, I really suck! I can't believe it took almost a month to update. I promise that won't happen again. From now on I'm going to try to update every 2 weeks at least.

Thank you everyone for the kind reviews and for taking the time to read this story.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, although I don't like it that much. Just remember that there is process and I can't rush things, okay? And as always I want to apologize if there is any kind of grammar mistake or spelling mistake or if I made a word or a completely new language!

Chapter 5: Last night never happened.

Have you ever been so wasted that you woke up the next morning having completely erased that night of your memory? If that have ever happened to you, you know that's an awful feeling. Want to know what's worse? Your friends, who weren't as drunk as you were, telling you everything that you have done the night before. So after hearing the story of how 4 people had to carry you out of the club while you believed you were a character from Titanic and screamed "I'm the queen of the world", or how you forgot your address and told the cab driver you lived somewhere else and actually slept on the street, you realize your life is over because those friends are going to remind you for the years to come that you made honor to Katy Perry's "Last Friday Night."

If you think that's bad, then imagine waking up with a pounding in your head and remembering what you did the night before or who you did. Well, that's exactly what happened to this beautiful brunette with deep brown eyes. Spencer Hastings woke up naked in her bed on a Sunday afternoon remembering how she betrayed her boyfriend, not only once but three times with no one other than Toby Cavanaugh, her best friend. Even worse, she remembered how much she had enjoyed it.

Feeling like the most despicable human being that ever existed, she sat up on her bed realizing that Toby was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe it was all a dream, a very bad dream." she thought. But even with a hangover, Spencer was smarter than that. There was no way that she could have had dreamed something that felt so real and why would she be fully naked if it was just a dream?

She got up and feeling that the room was spinning around her, started to look for Toby. "Did he really leave?" She thought annoyed as she walked out of her bedroom to the living room "What kind of man sleeps with someone and disappear in the middle of the night without saying a word? I never thought Toby would…Why do I even care?"

The Hastings girl wasn't sure why she was so pissed at the idea of Toby leaving without saying goodbye and that perturbed her. She had a boyfriend, a boyfriend that she had cheated on, a boyfriend who trusted her and she betrayed, that's what she should have worried about and even though she felt guilty her mind was more focused on Toby than Wren.

As she kept walking, touching the walls for support, she found Toby's gray t-shirt on the floor and noticing that she wasn't wearing any clothes she picked it up and put it on. It covered everything that needed to be covered and feeling less exposed, Spencer continued looking for Toby. I mean, if his shirt was there he had to be in the apartment, right? Toby could have a killer body but driving around the city shirtless is something he wouldn't do.

Finally, after some 5 minutes of searching she found him sleeping on the floor behind the couch. He was lying on his stomach and sleeping like a baby in the most comfortable bed in the world. That is one of the pros of going to sleep drunk, wherever you sleep feels like a cloud of cotton from heaven. "Nice butt." She thought smirking and staring, only to realize a second later what she was doing "Focus Spencer, Focus"

"Toby?" She called shyly, trying to wake him up. She needed to get him out of her apartment as soon as possible. Not getting any response from the sleeping hottie, she decided to be a little less subtle. "Toby!" she screamed kicking him hard on the arm.

He practically jumped when he felt the pain of the kick and the screaming emitted by Spencer. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled barely opening his eyes due the killing pain on his head thanks to the alcohol he ingested the night before.

"What the hell is wrong with me? We had sex last night Toby, that's what's wrong!" She yelled back, folding her arms.

"Oh God! It really happened?" He said as he covered his face with his hands. Just like Spencer, he remembered everything that had happened the night before and he wished it had never happened. Not because he didn't want Spencer, I mean who wouldn't want her? But he was fully aware now that it was wrong. Uncovering his face and feeling a rush of guilt, Toby's sapphire eyes landed on Spencer's chocolate eyes. "I'm sorry Spence, I shouldn't …"

"Don't apologize, it was my fault. I'm the one who started it." Spencer interrupted him letting her eyes fall from his eyes to his little buddy, that was completely exposed in front of the brunette, and let me tell you it was not little at all. "Can you cover yourself?" The woman asked in a demanding tone and throwing a cushion at him.

Toby blushed and did as he was told; he looked back at Spencer and noticed that the she had moved to the sofa and was now sitting there hugging her knees, her eyes were glassy and she looked broken, beautiful, but broken. He wished he could do something to make her feel better, but the only thing that would make Spencer feel better would be go back in time to previous night and erase it, which was impossible.

After he found his pants and boxers on the floor and putted them on, she sat next to the broken girl who was clearly trying to hold back the tears. It killed him to look at her like that, for years he imagined how it would be to be with Spencer, she was the girl of his dreams and he always thought that if it ever happened they would be in love with each other and happy, not drunk and regretting it because she was in a relationship with someone else. Toby didn't know what to say or what to do, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to act but he left the urge to comfort her so he touched her shoulder in an attempt to bring her closer but she flinched and pulled away, which made Toby realize it was a bad move.

Looking at the Greek god sitting next to her, Spencer let a single tear fall down her cheek "Please Toby, just leave. Please."

It was the right thing to do and what Spencer wanted him to so he found his shoes and his backpack and proceed to walk to the door when he realized that he was shirtless and Spencer was wearing his shirt. "Mmm… Spence?" He asked hesitating. When she focused her eyes on him he continued, pointing at the gray shirt she was wearing. "That's my shirt"

The brunette gave him a dreadful glare that make the Cavanaugh boy realize that of course his friend was fully naked under his shirt, which was kind of embarrassing and kind of sexy. "Yeah, never mind. It must be hot outside so I'll go shirtless, beside you look good on it and it's not like it is my favorite shirt or anything." He said clearly nervous at the awkward situation.

"Toby?" Spencer called when he was almost out of the door. "Can we keep what happened last night to ourselves? I don't want to hurt Wren."

"Sure." He mumbled sadly. "Last night never happened." And he walked away, shirtless, devastated and remorseful.

A couple of hours later, Spencer had finished cleaning up her luxurious apartment, eliminating all the evidence of what had taken place there the night before. Knowing that Wren could get home any minute now, she decided to take a shower and get rid of the smell of sex and all the feelings of shame and culpability; although, it would take more than a shower to get rid of the last two. She had promised herself not to cry, she wouldn't let herself be weaker than she was the night before but as her body got touched by the hot water and she closed her deep brown eyes, waterfalls started to fall down her face letting all her emotions out. She wished that along the water and her tears, all the negative feelings she had to herself could go down the shower drain too, but she knew it was impossible.

After almost half an hour of crying the young woman got out of the shower and covered herself with towel. That's when she heard the bedroom door opening and her name being called with a British accent she always found irresistible. Looking herself at the mirror she said to her own reflection. "Last night never happened" and with that she walked out of the bathroom faking a smile that could fool anyone to think it was genuine.

Standing outside of the bathroom door was Wren, smiling from ear to ear. He was obviously happy to see his drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend, which made Spencer feel something ache deep inside her heart. His happiness and ignorance of the events that had taken place on his own home the night before made Spencer feel so unworthy of him. "Last night never happened" she repeated on her mind, trying to convince herself but failing again.

Wren grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer whispering to her ear "I missed you so much", and catching her soft lips between his before she had the chance to reply. Spencer kissed the ravishing doctor back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, getting caught by the heat of the moment and letting her towel fell down to the floor.

Even though she felt like ashamed of what she had done, Spencer wasn't going to let her night with Toby ruin her relationship with Wren. She loved Wren and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, so she was determinate to keep her dirty little secret to herself and let the guilt eat her on the inside if that was really necessary. But that night as the couple made love to each other, Spencer Hastings found herself lost in the memory of her encounter with Toby. Every time Wren kissed her and every time Wren touched her, she could only think of Toby kissing her and touching her, making her feel butterflies on the stomach. And as much as she forced herself to forget about Toby and murder the butterflies she couldn't, because last night did happen, it was real.

I hope you don't hate me for this, but Wren had to come back eventually and Spencer can't automatically fall in love with Toby. Like I said before, it's all a process!

Next chapter: Prom flashback!

Thanks for reading!

I love you, Amy.