A/N Hi everyone! For those of you that have been following my story, I am so extremely sorry that I haven't updated in a long, long time. I will be updating more regularly now, as I have several chapters written for when school rolls around. School got very busy, and there were multiple deaths in the family, so I couldn't keep up with writing for a while. I hope you like this chapter! It's a little short, as well as the next two chapters, but I had to break it up a little! I will update again next week :)
Chapter 4
Spencer awoke, drenched in sweat, and confused. "When did I fall asleep?" She thought. "What's going on?"
Then she realized, she was meeting with Toby at 8:00.
She looked at the clock, replying to her own shock with an "Oh my goodness."
It was 8:20. Spencer did not like to be late. Ever. And twenty minutes? That was way too late.
She picked up her phone and called Toby. Hopefully he wasn't too mad. Spencer had done enough to him.
The phone rang, and rang, until finally, it reached Toby's voicemail. There was no cell service at the kissing rock, maybe that was why.
Still, Spencer got worried.
She grabbed her keys and her bag and ran out the door. The handle of her brand new Chanel bag caught on the door knob, and she struggled. Her shaking was uncontrollable as she stumbled to her car.
Breathe. She told herself.
Calm down. She tried to convince herself that everything was okay.
That's when the tears started.
They went like a river down her face.
But this wasn't a time for tears. She needed to drive.
It wasn't a long way, but Spencer figured that taking her car was much quicker and easier than walking. She arrived at her destination, and got out of her car. She ran through the woods to a familiar place, the kissing rock.
The kissing rock was labeled with a name that didn't apply to Spencer. She had had two, maybe three kisses there. Clearly not as many as Ali.
She thought about how once she got there, she would see Toby and he would scoop her up into his arms and calm her rage of tears. Her fantasy did not pull through. Toby wasn't there. Just a stupid rock… That was it. She pulled out her cell to call him. "Dammit!" She yelled. She forgot- no service.
She ran as fast as her skinny, yet muscular legs could carry her. Once there was service, she called again. Again, no answer. Where could he be?
Spencer could think of nowhere to go, but his house. If he wasn't there, he would come home eventually, wouldn't he?
She drove slowly in the dark; she was shaking terribly. And then, it started to rain. Started to pour.
I hope Toby is okay… She thought.
She saw a shadow in the road.
It was Toby.
The storm was bad. The thunder boomed and the lightning struck on a loop. But she got out of her car, and as she ran towards him he saw her.
Toby picked her up and ran back to the car. The storm was too dangerous. He plopped her in the driver's seat and hopped in on the other side.