Author's Note: It's Jealous!Spencer! Can you believe it? It's sad, so...womp, womp, WOMP. And also, for my DM fans, are you excited for the little clip show we're getting tonight? I am :)

Day Eighty: Devil In Me by Gin Wigmore

The devil crawled in my skin, through my bones, through my blood whenever I saw the two of them together.

Jealousy. I was jealous.

Of course, I blamed him for everything; making me fall in love, giving me the devil's jealousy…all of it. Especially…when he threatened to leave me. He took my heart and broke it into pieces.

But now, here I was, like some crazy stalker bitch. I was spying on him and his new fiancé. That word made me want to have a conniption.

Well, there was that saying: hell hath no fury like a bitch scorned.

I wasn't about to let it end like this. I wasn't about to let him get the last word.

"You have to give it up, Spencer. Maybe he's happy now," Emily said to me.

I took another shot. The alcohol burned on its way down. I'd keep drinking until I was numb.

"I know you're angry he left you for her, but—"

"Emily! You don't need to keep telling me that. I know."

My voice was weak as I put down the small shot glass. I shivered a bit from the sensation of alcohol coursing through my body.

"He was all I wanted. I feel conned and fooled. He sold me on the notion that I'd be his fiancé one day…" I murmured. I didn't know what I was saying; nonsense, probably. "He just wanted to see if I'd give into him!" I exclaimed.

As I thought more and more about that, I wanted to kill. I wanted blood.

I wanted, more than anything, liberation and closure.

"…And I still wake up thinking of you."

"Yeah, I do, too. But you were my past. You have to make peace with it."

I shook my head, upset. "Toby…I…"

"Are you listening to yourself?! You're insane. This is why I walked away from you in the first place. I truly did love you, Spencer. But you're too jealous and scared and insecure and…you need help," he insisted.

I glowered. "You know it's your fault, right?" I growled. "You did it to me."

"Spencer."

I shook my head with a frown. "Why don't you want me?"

"Because I love someone else. Spencer…you're a great person. But you have a lot of things you have to overcome. By yourself. You need time by yourself before you can belong to anyone. We just weren't meant for each other."

tobyequalshottness: We're all busy. Except me. I have no life. Evidenced by me, who sits and writes fanfictions and one-shots every day because she is literally this bored and lonely. Well...I know that there's another one called "Summertime Sadness" which I read, but it's nothing like the last one. I don't think, at least. I don't know. Sometimes I write things that seem familiar to me and sometimes it's actually an original idea but other times it's influenced by another's idea. That sounds weird, but I don't know. Sometimes I think it has to do with my synesthesia. This one is grey/orange/beige, if you were curious. If not/or you don't understand at all, I'm just throwing random words at you now :)

LittleBittyAbby: ...I don't know what to say. Oh, yeah, I do. I didn't finish reading it yet, and I really don't review before I finish a story, but you kept saying that Spencer was getting deported (I think in like Chapter 7 or Chapter 8), but militants don't get deported. They get deployed. People in the US illegally from like Canada or Mexico or Luxemburg or Bosnia and Herzegovina or wherever are deported :) I just wanted to tell you because it's been annoying me and your story is brilliant, so...

MilaMizz:How do you live? I couldn't. I just KNOW I couldn't. That would be horrible. And thanks :) I'm signed up for musical chairs, which I suck the least at and I actually like. So I'm kind of excited. And then the champ of musical chairs is also playing on my team (this girl Yvonne in my class who is also in my house won the last SAC day we had, so I hope that we Merrick people get pretty far in musical chairs. I want to WIN). And also, weird question, but how do you spell things? Do you spell it the American or British/Australian/Canadian/British Empire way? I spell things the British Empire way (just for funsies) but I have to spell it the American way for school :( and also on fanfiction because I'm too lazy to change spellcheck on my computer. And thank you :) Gin is actually a Kiwi, so her home is not too far from Australia. All my favourite singers are either foreign or they sing with a weird/unique accent. Like, Gin is a Kiwi, Marina is Welsh, Lana has some cool kind of drawl which translates kind of like English on certain words (like "can't" she says like "cahnt" and she says a lot of words that end with r like the r doesn't even exist [that could be the New Yorker coming out, but she sounds like Marina when she says "hair"]...I also really love how Lana says the word "diamonds". Most Americans (at least us, but I think British, too) say "die-munds", but she says "die-uh-mands". I don't know why, but I find that so cool. Sorry, this is a long tangent.

AL3110:Yes, you're so damn sexy at the age of 13. They're giving you condoms. Just don't do anything dumb. I trust you not to, though. I think you're smarter than that.

(Gonna Assume You're Sarah): Wait, you know the Gin song or Lana? Because I'm very impressed if you know the Gin song. Not so much the Lana song, only since it's been playing on the radio like...all summer last year. Wait...if you don't mind me asking, how old are you? Because I didn't get the impression you're much older than me, especially since you've been bitching about Geometry, which only 10H (mainly 9th graders) and 10th grade math classes have been bitching about this year. Girl, stop smoking! I'll be here for you. But really, it's no good for your lungs. Or your heart. Or your fingers. Or your teeth. Or your breath. Or your clothes. Like really. If I ever see you, I will smack a cigarette out of your hand. It's BAD. Like, I want to smack all the cigarettes out of everyone's hands in the PLL cast who I see smoking in pictures.

While I'm talking so much about Lana, can I just comment about how horrible and awful I think it is when a person likes both Lana and Justin Bieber and likes JB more? It's not acceptable. And you are NOT allowed to sing National Anthem in the locker room. I bet you don't even know the NAME of that song. It's not allowed. It's not cool. Especially when I know you and you're not cool. And by cool, I mean you're not weird like me and you only listen to the radio. That's not okay.

So the next one-shot is gonna be...Haunted by Taylor Swift, which I actually really liked. I'm in the midst of writing #86 and I am WORKING on Stay Stay Stay. I did not abandon that story. I just...haven't gotten a chance to finish it. When school gets out, I should be a lot better at updating. And don't even get me started on my poor Fabrastings followers...I haven't updated in forever. -Kayson