Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Well, what did she say?” Bree asks.

“She asked me not to blow her cover and said she wanted to be someone else for a while.”

They exchange confused looks.

“I know.” I shrug. “And she was dressed all sexy, and then I told her that I like Charlotte Prescott, and she starts going on about how I couldn’t get away from her fast enough because she was a virgin—”

“That is true, though,” Masters cuts in. “She did freak you out.”

“Completely,” I mutter as I sip my beer. “But she didn’t know that.”

“Well, she obviously did.” Sebastian shrugs.

I exhale heavily. “And then the worst news of my life comes.”

Bree giggles. “You’re so dramatic, you really should go into theatre.”

The boys both chuckle in agreement.

I raise my beer to them in a silent toast. “It turns out she isn’t a virgin anymore.”

Their mouths fall open, and I take an angry swig of my beer.

“So, there I was, being all gallant and leaving her fucking hot hymen in place for her future husband, and some other asshole has flown in and stolen it right out from beneath me.”

The three of them all burst out laughing, thinking this is the funniest thing they have ever heard.

“This isn’t funny!” I shout at each one of them.

“This is fucking hilarious.” Masters laughs.

I tip my head back and drain my beer bottle. “If I knew she was just going to give it away to any old prick, I would’ve fucking taken it…. wouldn’t I?” I roll my eyes. “I can’t fucking believe this shit.”

“Any old prick being the operative word,” says Seb, and the three of them burst out laughing again.

I shake my head in disgust. “That’s it, laugh at my expense, you arseholes. I’m getting new friends.”

They eventually finish their fits of laughter. “Spencer, why are you here?” Bree frowns. “Why didn’t you stay with her?”

I fake a smile because this story is so fucked up that I can’t believe it myself. “Because she wasn’t my date. My date was going gooey-eyed over the table at me… and she happens to be Charlotte’s friend.” I put my hand up for another drink. “If I’d stayed on that date, I would have had to stay with her friend, which means there is absolutely no chance Charlotte would ever go out with me because the friends rule overtakes all rules. And once you go out with the friend, there is no going back. You will always be the friend’s ex.”

They all nod, finally understanding my predicament.

“I did what I had to do.”

“What?” Seb asks.

“I accused her of sleeping with her bodyguard and told her I was going to knock him out.”

“You can’t fight for shit.” Masters chuckles.

“I know that! But I asked her to leave with me anyway.” I shake my head and sip my beer, completely dejected. “She declined and told me to have a nice life.”

The three of them burst out laughing again, and this time I can’t help it… I find myself laughing too.

I drop my head into my hands.

“What are you going to do?” Seb asks.