Snippet #1393945

"--loves me, you're right," While everyone else around them, or at least aware of the situation fell silent, Paula's back was to him as she completed some sentence. Loves her? Had he heard that correctly? Instantly his chest fluttered and his eyes flicked with intent, yet subtle as possible curiousness from Jordy to Paula, and to Weezy, then back to Paula who had yet to realize he was there, or notice the silence. What were they talking about? Someone loving Paula. Spencer suddenly felt more uneasy that he already did. Paula had sounded self righteous almost when saying it, like she was agreeing, but agreeing on what exactly he couldn't put his finger on. We're they talking about him, or quite possibly some other guy? All of this raced through Spence's head in a matter of seconds, he wore a composed and slightly stoic expression as he finally leaned forward to place the tell tale bottle of alcohol down, and ask for a drink finally bringing her attention to his presence.

She tensed. He tensed. He didn't like it. Something felt off, and it only added to the nerves of seeing her again. The blond instantly spun around and it took near to all of Spencer's self control not to let his expression show what he was truly feeling, though as usual, his eyes gave some of it away if anyone knew to look close enough. Paula knew, so despite the strong urge to continue to look at her, to take in her familiar features, the curve of her brow, the lines of her lips, the shape of her eyes, he forced himself to glance away quickly, in any direction, possibly giving off the feeling of indifference before meeting her gaze, her shocked stare. Spencer felt sober as ever, the alcohol doing shit to numb the pain of seeing her again, yet he stood there, not wanting to leave either.

Spencer stifled a frown when she looked away, he couldn't blame her though.

"Wasn't expecting to see you here,"

He'd known her long enough to see through that surface level lie at least. He came to all of Tom's parties, and so did she. At least, she use to. It anything, he was the one surprised to see her here. She'd basically fallen off the face of the earth for the past few months, and now all of a sudden, out of now where, here she was again.

"I could say the same thing." He murmured in response, habitually licking his bottom lip, a nervous gesture. A brief silence, then Jordy chimed in, responding to his request. - "I'll make it," - He nodded the girl a thanks, whilst simultaneously having a mental debate with himself. What was the right thing to say. Because if he didn't say it now, he might not get another chance later. Especially with this "loves me, you're right" statement playing around in his head. He looked her in the eye, fingers fidgeting in one pocket, the others by his side. Words fought to tumble from and or cling to his lips, the battle clear on his face this time. Suddenly and arm snatched his pocketed one, clinging like a leech and breaking Spencer from his concentration and snapping him violently back to reality. His eyes darted to the side, a wave of frustration washed over his face at the interruption. That was until he realized who it was. Abigail. His stomach dropped and was instantly heavy with guilt and a mix of confusion.

"Hey! - Why'd you rush off like that?" She began before he eyes fell to notice the other blond first, causing her "atennas" so to speak, to go up as a result. "Who's that?" Abigail continued the stomach churning questions as Spencer eagerly took the drink as soon as Jordy had finished pouring it. He took a sip instantly, needily. "Spence-y. Are you gonna' introduce me to your friends?" She asked, hugging him arm near her body as he stifled a grimace this time, not at the affection, but at what she had called him. He absolutely hated that nick name, Paula knew that, not really the nickname itself, particularly the way in which it was said. So....whiny.

After swallowing a decent gulp of the highly alcoholic beverage, letting the burning numb his throat on the way down to his stomach. "This is Jordy, Weezy, and...Paula. Their old friends." He remarked, and there was a pause before any introductions or greetings could be made. Abigail tugged his arm lightly and looked up at him expectantly. - "Hm?" He asked, before it clicked. "Oh. Uh..this is Abigail." Another tug, and high pitched sound escaped her lips, as if urging him to continue. "My girlfriend." He complied, yet even as he said it, he tried to inhale the words back into his mouth. Wished they hadn't been said. If he was the guy that they had been talking about before, there went his chances at getting her back. As bad as he would feel for ditching Abigail, Paula was worth it. But that didn't matter anymore. He couldn't bare to look at her after uttering those words, so Spence just took another sip, hoping the numbing sensation would kick in soon as he diverted his eyes at first towards his feet, then off to the side as if something over there was extremely interesting and worth his attention.