Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(55)
CHAPTER 18
The Next Day
I groan when I hear loud music playing near me. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, but it’s not there. I know you’re near me you little shit, I can hear you ringing loud and clear. I look for it in bed and finally find it.
“What?” God my voice sounds raspy.
“Someone sounds rough.” Spencer sings down the phone to me.
“No shit. I’m never drinking like that again.” I pull the duvet over my head to block out the light.
“At least not when I’m not with you. Check your bedside table.”
“Why?” I ask confused.
“Just do as I say for once.” Spencer’s amused voice sounds down the phone.
“Fine.” I groan and look over and see a bottle of orange juice and two Advil. “You’re a life saver.” I sit up slowly, take the two pills and down the orange juice.
“I know.” He chuckles.
“When did you come over?” I curl back into bed.
“A few hours ago, I needed to check to see if you were still alive and I knew you would be feeling rough so…”
“Thank you, Spence.” I sigh happily.
“You’re welcome, Have.”
“Why didn’t you stay?” I pout and then realizing he can’t see me.
“I didn’t want to give you a heart attack if you found me in your place.” He chuckles.
“Yeah, you definitely would have.” I chuckle and wince as the sound reverberates in my head.
“That bad?”
“Yeah, mixing different drinks wasn’t such a good idea.” I groan.
“How many times have I told you to never mix?” He sighs.
“I know. I know. But I’m the one paying for it now, not you.”
“No, but I have to listen to you whine about it.” He chuckles.
“Hey you’re the one who called. Hold on I need to pee.” I groan and get up, leaving my phone on the bed and stumble to the bathroom. I quickly do my business and wash my hands. I stumble back to my bed and face plant it. “Okay, I’m here.”
“Looks like you had fun last night.” Spencer sounds hella pissed.
“Yes, I did. You should have been there.”
“Yeah, looks like it.” He sighs.
“What’s wrong Spencer?” I sit up, expecting the worst.
“Just looking at The Vault’s website and the pictures they’ve put up of you grinding with Valentine and a blonde bimbo.” Here we go again.
“The blonde bimbo as you call her is Valery, Valentine’s sister. She’s a total sweetheart and spent the entire evening with me because I was on my own.” I groan getting frustrated with the conversation.
“Why are you dancing so close to Valentine?”
“I danced with him once or twice when Valery went to the bathroom, sue me.” I start to raise my voice which startles a poor sleeping Bernard. “Sorry Booboo.” I pet Bernard’s head.
“I don’t like this.” Spencer groans.
“I can tell. Look, you’re the one who said they couldn’t come, not me. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you went from being the best friend in the world who is so supportive and sweet to a bit of a dick in the span of a few hours. You completely ignored me and blew me off last night when we were supposed to hang out and have fun at the opening.” I instantly feel bad having a go at him, but he needs to see things from my point of view too.
“I get it. Yes, I did cancel on you but I have a good reason.”
“What is it?”
“It’s not important.”
“Typical. Just be honest and tell me what’s wrong instead of letting my mind go crazy trying to figure out what I did wrong this time. It’s to do with Valentine isn’t it?”
“You’re onto something.”
“For f*ck’s sake, he’s into someone else and would never want to come between us. He said so yesterday when we were having dinner. Which you were invited to but decided not to come!” I try to make him understand but I can tell it’s going into one ear and out the other.
“He could be just saying that to get you to trust him and then fall into his arms.”
“You’re being ridiculous, Spence.”
“Really? That’d be an easy way to get someone.” I can just imagine him shrugging with a pissed off expression.
“Well, even if he is into me and wants to seduce me, it won’t work. He might be good looking and all that, he’s not my type. He’s into too much fancy crap.”
“Says the girl who used to love fancy things.”
“Yeah, someone changed me when I was living with them, they reminded me that it’s the little things that matter the most.” I smile, playing with the necklace he bought me.
“I wonder who that might be?” I relax when I hear the smile in his voice.
“You know damn well who it is. Listen, I’m tired of fighting because of Valentine and you going hot and cold with him. I don’t completely understand what’s going on between the pair of you and I don’t care, it’s between the two of you. I don’t have anything to do with it and don’t want anything to do with it. I just want to be able to hang out with my neighbor without you throwing a f*cking tantrum when it happens.”