Author's Note: I've been outlining for like three and a half hours and I'm only HALF DONE and I took the PSAT this morning. I had like five hours of sleep. I don't know how I'm still alive. My hand is about to die.

Day Two-Hundred Twelve: Red by Trifecta

She watched as one of her best friends, Caleb, put another piece of wood in the hearth of the fireplace. He sat down next to a water-logged Spencer. Hanna was on her other side, holding Spencer's tea. Still, the blonde prompted her friend to drink more or at least hold the hot cup to restore some warmth to her frozen fingertips.

"What happened?"

Spencer sighed. It had been at least the fifteenth time she'd been asked that question since arriving at her friends' home. She just shrugged. "I can't remember."

"Spencer, you can't drink that much," Hanna scolded.

"And you definitely can't go out in the freezing rain. Don't you know how dangerous that is?" Caleb reprimanded.

"I don't care!" she groaned in frustration. "I'm just hurt right now. Your idiotic friend strung me along to make me believe we had something real when there was nothing there," Spencer snapped hotly.

"Wait, Toby?" Hanna asked with confusion. "Toby?" she repeated. "He's like a puppy."

Spencer pulled the blanket Hanna had draped over her shoulders closer to her body as she let out a shiver. "Yeah, I thought so, too. Turns out, looks can be deceiving. He's like Atropa belladonna…" she murmured.

"Atra-what?"

"Deadly nightshade, Hanna," Caleb said. "What happened?"

Spencer didn't want to relive everything that had happened, but she supposed she had to…

She met Toby at Hanna and Caleb's engagement party about three months prior. She just remembered how perfect and entrancing his smile was. The way he smiled with his eyes made her want to smile. Never had she ever believed in love at first glance, but he was making her start to believe. He was even more engrossing in person. She knew better than most women her age how hard it was to find someone intelligent and interesting to talk to who was around the same age as her—or wasn't completely pretentious—so this was a welcome change.

Things happened quickly—and they were heated—but she never thought it was anything to be concerned about. He bought her lavish gifts—gifts she'd never asked for, but she didn't mind them. All the gold turned out not to do anything to cover his black heart. Too bad she hadn't noticed until he had already begun to hurt her.

He stopped picking up or answering when she called and texted him. She should've realized that was a bad sign. Although they continued to have regular sex (and just as passionate) as they always had, he started pulling away when they were together and not overtaken by hormones. And still, she wasn't concerned.

The thing which tipped her off to him cheating her was the night she went over his apartment to cook him dinner. She allowed herself in, figuring he wouldn't mind. Not long after she had gotten there and right before she was about to begin cooking, she heard someone enter. It was Toby and some other girl. He gave her a small goodbye kiss. She confronted him on it and he admitted to it. She left angrily and never spoke to him again.

"Oh, Spencer," Hanna said as Spencer recapped the story. She ran her pink-painted fingernails through Spencer's wet locks of hair.

Spencer brushed her hair away. "I don't care anymore. He can go fuck himself." Her somber expression told a different story, however. She was clearly still heartbroken and not quite thinking straight. "I was thinking about going and wrecking his apartment—"

"Please tell me you didn't," the blonde interjected.

"I didn't," the brunette assured her.

Hanna breathed out a sigh of relief. "Good."

"I just went out to drink…"

There was shared silence between the three of them.

"I was so pissed," Spencer began, breaking the silence, "that I was seeing red. I just don't know how he could've done this or done this to me…I really thought we had something." She didn't realize she was crying until Hanna wiped away a tear and a stray lock of hair. They were angry tears, more than anything.

Caleb finally broke his silence. "I don't know what's wrong with him," he grumbled angrily.

About a week later, it was Hanna's birthday. She had already invited everybody she knew, so there was no way she could uninvite Toby. Spencer was having a lot of fun with Aria, Emily, and Hanna, but when Emily and Aria announced they had to go, Hanna decided it might be time to spend time with some of her other guests. Spencer was left alone. She would've been alright, except she caught a glimpse of those all-too familiar blue eyes.

She caught a peek of the girl he was talking to, too. He had a perfect red rose for her. It reminded her of the rose Toby had given her a few days into their relationship. The rose was dead now.

The vengeful part of her hoped that this new girl would hurt him before he got the chance to hurt her. He deserved to feel that pain he had caused her, too.

euphoric-acidosis: You have an elephant? I'm tempted to ask how and why, but idk I feel like I'm not going to understand. It's a good thing, I mean, unless I call you a bitch out of anger. I always say I'd rather be called a bitch than a brat. Thank yewww now can you give me some energy? I have none.

Guest:Oh I get it. Wait...business studies? In high school? What? Aww thank you and I'm really glad you and your friend liked it!

Tomorrow's one-shot is going to be Battlefield by Lea Michele. It's such a pretty song. I can't remember if I think I did it justice or not... -Kayson