Author's Note: Spencer and Toby are both a little OOC (in my opinion) in this one-shot. Maybe more so Spencer than Toby.

Day One-Hundred Thirty-Three: Toxic by Britney Spears

She downed another shot as she watched the woman reach for his hand.

His hand. Her ex-lover.

He was too serious to call an acquaintance, but not serious enough to call a boyfriend.

She saw what he was doing. He was just being him. He was stringing another girl along, like always. That was just the kind of person he was; he was vile, poisonous, and toxic, but also intriguing, mysterious, and seductive all at the same time.

And she was falling right into his trap. All it took was one lustful look. One kiss of death. One time and she slipped under his spell.

Now, she was too addicted. There was no way out. She needed him again in ways she couldn't even begin to explain.

She saw the woman flash him an eager smile. She felt jealousy seething inside of her when he smiled back. Suddenly, she had the urge to boil a rabbit in her apartment.

When the girl finally left, she decided to make a move. She couldn't hold it any longer.

"Hey."

He looked over at her in surprise. He wasn't really upset to see her, but just plain dumbstruck.

"What are you doing here?"

She shrugged before inviting herself to sit down. "I just felt like coming here, and then I saw you," she lied. If she was coming on too strong, she didn't really care; he was oblivious to everything about 50% of the time, unless some woman was throwing herself at him (which they were, the other 50% of the time).

"What are you really doing here?" he tried again.

She thought about telling the truth for a moment. It would come out anyway. Her red-stained lips curved into a smirk. "I think you know what I want from you."

He didn't seem very receptive to her attempt to seduce him.

"I miss you," she insisted. "You're not getting away that easily."

She felt different tonight. Usually, she was laid back and more easygoing. But tonight, it was like someone had introduced her to the sins of lust and envy. Suddenly, she had to give in to the devil on her shoulder. "Do I have to ask twice?" she inquired after a brief pause.

He sat up abruptly after he was sure that she was sound asleep.

He knew he was a monster. He knew that she gave into him all too easily and that she loved it all. And he definitely had some feelings for her.

He definitely didn't want to be in a relationship, though. It was all for selfish reasons, he knew, but he couldn't get his heart broken by another girl. He was the heartbreaker and heartbreakers don't fall in love. That was the second rule of being a heartbreaker: don't get attached to someone you could lose or someone who could break your heart, which basically excluded every other human being on the planet. That rule came right after rule number one: have fun. And how does one have fun? Lots and lots of sex.

And he especially liked having sex with her; that was why he kept her around. He didn't know why it was so special with her, but maybe it was just something about the way their bodies fit together…he couldn't explain it. It became a routine thing for them. But now, he was scared that she was getting feelings. And he couldn't have that happen. He couldn't keep doing this. And why? He couldn't do that to himself.

And he supposed he couldn't do it to her either.

But now he was getting too damn attached. Now, he actually valued her in some way other than sex. He knew he was a really shitty person for it, but he really never gave a damn about any of the other girls. But if she got hurt…well, that would be another story. He'd be angry. Very angry.

He was a monster and he knew it. He was falling for her and didn't even realize it.

tobyequalshottness: I'm glad you're excited about it. I just hope I do the idea justice :P Glad you liked it!

MilaMizz: If you talk to your doctor about it, he may refer you to a sleep therapist. Maybe you're stressed out and that's why you can't sleep. When I was extremely stressed near the end of the year, I could never sleep for more than 3 or 4 hours at a time. Or maybe a regular therapist would be fine, if that's the case. That's an obscene amount and I'm debating if I should ask why. Maybe you have social anxiety (like me). It's okay. I like all chocolate except for milk chocolate and chocolate filled with fruity crap. Hmm...the land of wallabies, koalas, and Iggy Azalea. Interesting.

Sarah:Was your therapist old? Mine is like thirty and she's kind of like me (same interests). I just like talking to someone outside of my situation since things are really fucked up at my house right now. I'm a little confused, but thank you.

LittleBittyAbby:Your daycare provider played it and you were six? What? I like it. I like the Glee arrangement of it and I also like the violin cover by this violin duet, Brett & Josh (I think). They're really great and it sounds really amazing.

AL3110: Well she's never even met you nor has she talked to you, so of course, she likes you because you're my friend. She doesn't know you. I don't know. I'll ask her. I'm sure she wouldn't care. She wouldn't let me go hang out with someone I met online just like hanging out in another country in a big city alone. no. Oh, and we have to go to Chipotles. Do you go to Chipotles? After you come to NYC, you can say, yes, I do go to Chipotles. I'm glad you like it, but...eh, I'm still skeptical. When the summer is over, maybe I'll start it. IDK why I'd do that to myself, since I'll have four stories going on simultaneously...that sounds like a suicide wish...No.

I'm updating Stay Stay Stay tonight...hopefully...it got 18 reviews and I was like "Whaaaaaaaat?" It's just the best. Idk why this story has been really frustrating for me lately. I can't get anything done for it.

The next one-shot is going to be Come See About Me by The Supremes. Good song. I don't know what to do with it. -Kayson