Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(30)

Me: Are you alright? Are we alright?

It takes him ten minutes to reply.

Spencer: No. Yes.

Me: What’s wrong?

Spencer: Don’t trust that guy.

Me: Why not?

Spencer: Just a feeling. I was spot on with his description…I’ll leave it at that.

Me: He seems like a nice guy.

Spencer: A nice guy who’ll try any trick in the book to f*ck you.

Me: Is that such a bad thing? You were telling me earlier I should say yes to his offer and now you’re upset because I said yes to have dinner with him…

He doesn’t answer me for a couple of minutes so I start cleaning up the place a bit when my phone rings.

“Hey, Spence,” I answer on the first ring.

“Yes, it’s a bad thing. He’s going to wine you, dine you, f*ck you and leave you. I don’t want to see you heartbroken.” He sighs sadly.

“What’s really the problem Spencer? You wanna keep him to yourself?” I chuckle softly.

“Yeah, that’s it. I wanna be selfish and have him all to myself.” He laughs humorously.

“I don’t like this.” I sigh and lean against the window.

“What don’t you like?”

“This. Us arguing because of a stranger. You didn’t hug me or anything when you left. You never do that, even when we fight. Something’s changed,” I say defeated, rubbing my face and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to fall.

“We’re good, Have, don’t worry. I need to blow off some steam and didn’t want to yell at you. You know I need a few minutes to cool off sometimes.” I hear him open and close his car door.

“I know. Do you want me to cancel? I can come over and we can watch Netflix and chill.” I chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood.

“As appealing as it sounds I’m going to have to decline.” He sighs and I can hear it pains him to say it.

“Why? We were sup-”

“Hey baby.” A female voice talking to Spencer cuts me off.

“I get it. Fucking one of your sluts tonight,” I say incredibly pissed off.

“Don’t be like that and you accepted dinner with that *, I don’t see why it’s such a problem that I have a da-” I hung up. I don’t want to hear the rest of his sentence.

I throw my phone on the counter and stomp to the bathroom; a shower is just what I need right now. I turn on the warm water and immediately stand under it, trying to let all my worries and torment wash down the drain. Five minutes pass and it’s not working, I’m just as angry as before.

The truth is, I’m heartbroken. I feel like we just broke up even though we aren’t even a couple. It’s like I’ve lost a part of me. Today was supposed to be a lovely, relaxing day and it’s turned to shit.

I step out of the shower feeling empty. I hate feeling like this. I dry myself and pull on some leggings and an oversized sweater. I want to cancel my date with Valentine, but considering it’s seven forty-five, it’s too late to do so now. I’d be a right bitch to do that.

I wander to the kitchen to check if I have enough wine to get me through tonight, I have a feeling I’m going to need it. I open a bottle and pour myself a glass when I hear my phone buzz on the counter. I take a look at it and see five missed calls from Spencer, a couple of voice mails and two texts.

Spencer: I’m pissed because we were going to spend the evening together and you blew me off for that creep and then you complain when I make plans…

Spencer: I’m sorry for acting the way I did…

I don’t have the time to reply as there’s a knock on the door. I walk to the door, open it and am greeted by Valentine’s tall frame dressed in black jeans and a white button down shirt, smiling widely at me.

“Good evening, Gorgeous.”

“Good evening.” I half smile, really not in the mood for this kind of company.

“What’s wrong?” He looks at me with confusion and walks in when I stand aside.

“Nothing. I’m alright.”

“You’re clearly not, you look like your cat died.” Bernard meows from behind Valentine when he hears the word 'cat' being said before hissing at Valentine. “Looks like both the men in your life don’t like me.” He chuckles.

“Looks like it.” I smile softly.

“I’ll apologize to your friend if he’s really that pissed about us having dinner together.”

“I think you’d be safer not doing that right now. He’s a bit pissed about all of it.”

“He loves you.” He smiles.

“We grew up together.” I shrug.

“Right.” He looks at me with a perplexed expression on his face. “Well, I brought enough to make pasta a la vongole.” He smiles proud of himself.

“Pasta a what?” I chuckle and grab my phone.

“Pasta with seafood, tomatoes, basil and white wine.” He chuckles.

“Oh wine, I’m good.” I grin and quickly reply to Spencer.

Me: I’m sorry too…

“I’m sorry if you fought because of me. I really thought there was nothing going on between the two of you.” I look up from my phone to see that he genuinely looks like he feels bad about it all. I'm pretty sure he had thought that he'd get some from his neighbor, but it looks like he’s abandoned that idea, at least for now.