Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Seb smirks and stares down at the table.

“What?” I say deadpan.

“You do have to admit, it is a little bit funny. What are the chances?”

“It’s not funny, Sebastian, you fucking idiot. What will be funny is when I rearrange your ugly face,” I growl.

Masters chuckles. “Now, that will be funny. I’d pay good money to watch you do that.”

A text comes in from Bree.

Spence,

I can’t get a hold of her.

I’ll keep trying.

Bree

x

I drag my hand down my face in despair.

“She’s not seeing anyone or taking any calls. Beth called me this morning, and Charlotte won’t even see her. I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to fix this when she won’t even speak to me.”

We all fall silent.

“She’ll come home.” Masters sighs. “She’s just in shock.”

“Join the fucking club,” Seb grumbles. “I’m in shock, too.”

I glare at him. “I swear to fucking God, your face is so punch-able right now, I can’t even stand it.”

The both laugh at me.

“Can you two just fuck off and leave me alone?”

“Nope,” Masters answers without hesitation. “We’ve been through tougher times than this, and we always stick together.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. A memory of Charlotte’s face when she realised I’d slept with Penelope takes over, and my heart hurts.

I can’t believe I slept with Penelope.

What have I done?

Charlotte

Thirty-seven hours since he held me.

Thirty- seven hours since I had my heart completely ripped from my chest.

I’m in my bed, staring at a wall.

I can’t drink, I can’t eat, I can’t think.

I wish I couldn’t feel…

I keep seeing Spencer’s face as they dragged him away from me—the fear in his eyes.