Spencer Huntington's Story

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Francesca had been in the bathroom at her mother’s academy, for the past half hour, refusing to let herself fall apart. Her and Max had gotten into a pretty violent fight just before she’d left, leaving her covered in bruises and she was trying to figure out a way to cover them. If her mom saw them, she’d be pissed and her mom never believed her when she told her about Max, because much like Franny, Max had everyone fooled. Her mother told her she was just clumsy and over dramatic most of the time.

The door of the bathroom flew open and Frankie desperately hoped it wasn’t her mother because she was in no mood to deal with her, if it was Sabrina or one of the other girls who’d been at Del Rey Dance Academy since it opened, she’d probably cut them down to size, because she wasn’t in a particularly good mood. She didn’t look up, because she didn’t want to know who it was.

“Rena? What the hell were supposed to be teaching a damn duet class right now?” She let out a relived breath when it was Benji and he realized what was wrong the second she looked up at him. “I swear to god, Frankie, I’m going to kill that bastard.” He sighed irritated. He made his way over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders looking over her and she watched him closely. “There not bad, they could easily pass as dancer bruises.” He smiled softly. Frankie nodded knowing he was right and she grabbed her bag, putting it over her shoulder. “Come on, were already late.” He said wrapping an arm around her shoulder, leading her out of the bathroom.

Once they got into the room, there usual Friday class was already inside. They had five couples and it was an advanced contemporary, duet class. Benji and Frankie were showcasing their most popular routine to their students. They’d done it a million and one times, yet every time they performed it, even if you’d seen it before it was still completely breath taking.

Their students were all around the same age as them and there were about six couples, she could feel all of their eyes on her as she walked in and Benji followed after them apologizing for being late, but she didn’t say a word which was expected of her, everyone knew the Del Rey sisters were bitchy, prima donna’s or at least that’s what they let everyone think. As soon as Benji was finished apologizing, the group started to talk amongst themselves again.

Frankie slipped out of her sweats leaving her in herusual practice cloths. The less she wore the better she performed. Benji slipped his shirt off tossing it aside and stretching a bit. Frankie took a deep breath as she dimmed the lighting in the room and Benji took his starting position, in the center of the floor. Chesca hit play on the radio and the music started. Benji started his solo, she watched him waiting for her cue and finally she came in the room fell silent and she could feel every one’s eyes on them, giving her the familiar rush, that never got old.

Frankie flowed perfectly with the music, matching Benji when right on time and their moves were beautifully in sync. She’d completely forgotten about her fight with Max as if it never happened and she was completely lost in their routine, despite the fact they’d done it a million times. Her and Benji moved in a circle around each other, she locked eyes with him and they could convince a whole room of non-believer that they were in love. He reached out grabbing her and she jumped into his arms wrapping her body around him making it look flawless and breathe taking. As the song came to an end, she fell to the floor as if her soul was stolen and Benji walked off, leaving her there.

Benji turned the light back up and the group clapped, amazed by the performance. Frankie sat up noticing her mother had been watching from the door and she looked completely disappointed as if the performance was terrible. It made Frankie feel like complete shit and as quickly as her worries had disappeared they’d returned.

“Call it Benji.” She said glancing to him and he shook his head “Call it.” She ordered harshly as if they were the only ones in the room. He sighed, hesitating for a moment before he spoke.

“The Lift, the double, the second lift, and the alignment at the end.” He listed where she was off in their routine, hating that she’d made him do it, because he was way more off then she was and it was only a practice. It was something only him, her mother, and Ria could do, calling where her mistakes were. They’d been minor almost unnoticeable errors, but her mom was hard on her and she was a million times harder on herself.

She let out a frustrated sigh standing up. “Class dismissed.” She said plainly, not bothering to grab her bag as she slipped out of the room and she could hear Benji calling after her but she ignored him. He finally caught up to her grabbing her arm to stop her and stepping in front of her.

“Rena, babe your were perfect.” He said reassuring her and she rolled her eyes. “Let’s go out tonight.” He offered and she raised a brow. Normally it was her begging him to go out. “Just you, me, Ryan, and her Ry’s boyfriend.” He said and she could hear in his voice that he was hoping she wouldn’t argue. “Your stressing out way too much. Just say yes.” He smirked, his charming smirk.

“Fine, will go out.” She said running her fingers through her hair. “But were going downtown, I’m sick of all these rich people.” She said holding his eyes letting him know it wasn’t up for negotiation.

“Alright. The tower district it is.” He sighed giving in and she smirked. The tower district wasn’t exactly the safest. The people were all pretty shady and there was a drug dealer on nearly every corner. But, they had the best underground club scene not to mention, no one they knew would venture there.

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Spencer sat handcuffed in the police station, he’d been there for the past hour and a half waiting to get processed. He’d been caught and brought in last night, for selling drugs and causing a disturbance in a nicer neighborhood. He’d been put in a holding cell and spent most the day there, then they’d finally decided to hand cuff him and bring him into the waiting area and that’s where he’d been sitting.

He was sober now, unfortunately. All he wanted was a drink and a joint and he’d be good. He smirked at the thought and the receptionist behind the glass gave him a nervous look like he was going to try and shoot her. He rolled his eyes, because that’s whatever one thought, that he was going to shoot them and rob them blind. Spencer was cold, but he wasn’t that ruthless a least not yet.

“Huntington.” He heard a familiar voice and it pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced up seeing the usual officer that dealt with him.

“Officer.” Spencer smirked arrogantly as the officer grabbed him by his bicep roughly and led him to his office. He pushed him down into the seat in front of his desk before sitting on the edge of the desk and looking Spencer over.

“Again, Spence?” He sighed “This is the third time this month, I can’t keep letting it go and I don’t want to put you behind bars kid.” He said almost begging him. “You’re a good kid Spencer, your just in a bad situation.” He said rubbing the back of his neck.

Spencer rolled his eyes leaning back in the chair as if to make himself comfortable, like all he was doing was talking to an old friend. Officer Derick Adams, had worked with Spencer’s father and so he’d known Spencer his whole life and maybe that why he had a soft spot for him and he was always coming to his rescue. Spence let silence fall between them for a moment before he finally spoke.

“Derick, can I call you Derick?” he smirked arrogantly. “Listen, I hate to break it to you but I’m not a good kid, you and I both know that.” He shrugged “Now, if you don’t mind taking off these cuffs like you know you’re going to do and skipping the motivational speech, you can save your time for someone who will actually listen and I can get the fuck out of here.” He said cockily, he knew if Derick was the one who got ahold of him he’d get off because he felt bad and knew his story any of the other cops though, would book him for a few days.

He sighed and unlocked his cuffs. Derick knew what the Huntington family had gone through and he just couldn’t find it in his hear to put Spencer away, even if it got him fired one day he just cared to much about him. Spencer smirked as he stood up watching the cop through his cuff on his desk.

“Good talk. Let’s not do it again.” Spencer said as he slipped out of his office, triumphantly. Spencer could talk his way out of any situation, he was just that kind of person, not to mention he had every fucking person who’d ever met him wrapped around his damn finger.

He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket lighting one and taking a long drag off of it as he headed down to the tower district. If he was planning on making any money tonight, he’d need to make a few business deals before the clubs and bars came to life and it was Friday night, which meant if he played his cards right he could make close to ten grand easily selling drugs alone, which would be enough to pay the rent on the apartment he’d recently started sharing with a friend of his.

His cellphone went off in his pocket and he rolled his eyes already having a feeling who it was. He answered slightly irritated. “Sabrina, we’re not getting back together, get that through your thick fucking skull. You good under the sheets, that’s it.” He said harshly into the phone. “But, hey. I’m going to be in the district tonight, you wanna get drunk and fuck…come find me.” He smirked before hanging up.

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After spending the next few hours teaching three to six your olds beginner’s ballet and getting lectured from her mother about how bad her performance with Benji had been, she was finally able to go home and start getting ready. Max had dropped her off which meant she had to ride home with her mother, in silence. She was still trying to figure out how to tell Max she was going out and that he couldn’t come. He’ d be pissed and they’d more than likely get in another fight.

“Tomorrow you and Ryan are getting drilled. So don’t make any plans.” Her mother said coldly as she unlocked the front door, once they were inside her mother went on her merry way.

Francesca honestly felt like she was still sixteen. It didn’t matter that she was getting married and she’d graduated high school, in her mother’s eyes she was still under her rule and Frankie hated the thought that just when she’d thought she’d be free, her mother had managed to trap her into getting married to a man she knew would keep Frankie just as trapped as she always had.

Frankie made her way up two flights of stairs, making it to the second floor. Her room was at the end of the hall and she hopped Max wouldn’t be there. Him and her step father were ridiculously close and so he had a key to the house. Thankfully her bedroom was Maximillian free, she should have known it was a Friday night, he’d be out at one of the clubs she normally went to. He’d be in the VIP area, snorting coke off of some girls bare stomach. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

She let herself fall back on her large, very pink plush bed. Throwing her arm over her eyes and letting out a loud miserable groan. Her phone went off in her hand and she sighed holding it above her, laughed to herself seeing it was from Benji. Telling her to stop stressing and get ready, like he was there with her. Benji’s texted remind her to text her sister.

Hey Ry-bear. Benji and I are hitting up tower tonight. We’re leaving in an hour and your welcome to bring that ass hole of a boyfriend if you must. ;p she said sending the text to her sister.

She loved her sister to death and was super protective of her, but she never got involved with her sisters life unless she asked. She was always there for her, but she knew not to pry. Her and Ria had similar guy problems and she hated that her sister had to put up with the same shit she was dealing with.

She sighed as she slipped off her clothes, she honestly loved the feeling of being naked. As weird as it sounded it was the closest she’d ever get to freedom. She turned on her radio, heading into her large bathroom and feeling up her bath tub. She put her long hair in a bun on top her head and once the bath was full she stepped in. She spent a while in their letting her tense mussels loosen, but eventually she had to get out.

She curled her hair, letting it fall in big loose volumeized waves around her face. She did her make-up, slipped into a short tight, red and black cocktail dress, finally she slipped into her black pumps. She looked herself over in the mirror smirking at her reflection. She looked incredible, she caught the shimmer of the huge rock on her finger and she glanced to her sink where Max’s engagement ring sat. He never wore, so if he didn’t ware it when he was out, why should she. She thought and slipped it off setting opening one of the drawers and dropping it in.

“Ten pounds lighter.” She smirked at her reflection. There was a knock at her door, causing her to pull her attention away from her reflection as she headed back into her bedroom. “Come in.” she said and Benji came in all dressed up. He raised a brow looking her over.

“You sure your pompous prince charming is going to let you out of the house like that?” he asked and she rolled her eyes.

“He’s not here, now come on, let’s go see if Rianne is home.” She sighed.

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Spencer had managed to make some really good deals and he was officially in business. He’d sold his roommate Tyler a shit load of weed. He sat on the couch smoking a few joints with him. He let out a puff of smoke as Tyler lite his fourth one.

“Shit Ty, you’re going to smoke yourself stupid if you don’t take it easy.” He smirked, taking another long inhale from the joint.

Their apartment was a piece of shit hole in the wall only about a mile from the tower district. The was two bedrooms, if you counted the fold out bed in the living room a bedroom. Spencer however slept in the bedroom, because he paid the big portion of the rent. They always had people coming in and out of their house. They had no cable, their microwave only worked when you stuck a knife between the door, and they had a lovely few of the shitty ally way were gun shots were fired at least once a month.

“What the fuck ever man. It’s not like I have anything to do, I don’t work till Monday.” He shrugged taking a hit off his joint. “Where you selling that shit tonight?” he asked.

But, Spencer was distracted by the two young girls that walked out of his room, passed the two of them and into the kitchen giggling and talking amongst them. Spence glanced to Tyler, then to his bedroom door, and to the kitchen where the girls had just disappeared as if it was all clicking and his eyes fell back on Tyler.

“Not on my fucking bed dude…both of them?” Tyler just laughed and shrugged. “Fuck you dude, they better be gone by the time I get home, I’m bringing Sabrina back and I need the bedroom, that bitch is crazy.” He smirked standing up taking one last hit before slipping out of the apartment and heading down stairs.

Spencer was debating stopping by his house and checking on his brother and his dad, he hadn’t been back there in about two months, ever since he’d moved in with Tyler, he hadn’t need to go back. There was a small part of him that cared, but every other part of him didn’t give a shit because he’s spend so much damn time learning how to cut people out, he didn’t know how to let them in anymore.

He eventually decided against it, because one of two things would happen. His father would blame him for living when his sibling and mother hadn’t and it was bad enough, Spencer hated the fact that he was still alive instead of them, he thought about it more then he’d like to admit. Or, his older brother would be there and try and lecture him and he just didn’t want to hear it.

He pulled his cell phone out having a few texts and sending a few quick replies as he’d head towards the tower district. The clubs wouldn’t be full, but they’d be open and as long as he could swindle his way into a drink which was fairly easy considering he’d befriended the bartender their over the past year. He gave Mark drugs in return, Mark didn’t ask for his ID and he was grateful for that.

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Benji followed after her as they headed to find Ryan. Which was fairly easy considering she was coming out of her room the same time they were coming out of the room. She smiled at her sister, turning up her bitchiness because it was no longer just her and Benji, so she had to put on her show like always. She grabbed her sister gently pulling her close and placing a kiss on each side of her cheek, it was something her and Ryan did to piss of their mom and first it was to mock her, now though it was simply habit.

“You look good sis.” She said taking a step back looking over her little sister. “If mom asks, were going to dinner.” She smirked, Franny turned her gaze to Jason “Jason, hands above the waist and below the breasts or Ill chop you dick off.” She smirked blowing Jason a bitchy kiss before linking arms with Ben and heading down the stairs.

They’d managed to slip out of the house without their mom noticing. Which was a relief, Frankie could handle her mother over the phone, in person was a bit harder cause her mom didn’t believe her even when she was telling the truth.

“Your guys’ charity awaits.” Benji gestured to his prized position, his shiny Maserati. He opened the door for Ryan and Francesca. After Jace got in the back, Benji claimed in starting the ignition and the sports car roared to life. He cranked the music up as they peeled out onto the road.

Frankie laughed, Benji thought he was a bad ass and it was even funnier, to picture him all elegant and coordinated as a dancer, yet one of the manliest guys she knew. Riding with Benji was always full of laughs and inappropriate jokes as well as inside jokes between Him, Frankie, and Ryan that Jace probably didn’t get. So all though it took about an hour to get to the club time had gone by fast.

Once they got there, there was already a line out the door and the club was full. There were a few other clubs in the area, but Blackout was the most popular and the one where they were less likely to get shot or kidnapped. Benji parked the car and they all headed up to the front together. It only took Ryan and Frankie a few minutes to explain who they were, before they were let right in.

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When Spencer had gotten to the tower district he still had an hour before they’d actually let him into the club, he really didn’t want to have to wait in any damn line to get in. So instead he made a few phone calls, Spencer knew people and if he didn’t know people he knew people who knew people. He managed to get himself on the VIP list, which would be a perfect set up for selling, he’d get into the VIP lounge and sell to all the rich bastards in there.

To pass the time, he’d decided to hit up the strip club a few buildings down. He’d sat in the back, paying for a private lap dance, though if he was being honest, he hadn’t been interested, hhe really hadn’t even been paying attention. Because, the thought of Sabrina possibly showing up at the club and him having to entertain her irritated him. He couldn’t understand for the life of him, why she was still trying to get back with him. He’d purposely cheated on her, yet she still wanted him back. It was beyond annoying, then again she was always there when he was desperate.

He’d lost track of time and finally he headed over to the club, getting let in right away and not having to fight the line of people. Once inside he headed straight up the stairs to the VIP lounge and grabbed an empty table in the back. He stayed there a while, getting lucky and selling off a good amount of his stock, before he headed over to the bar.

“Hey, you wanna hook me up?” he called out to the bartender. He glanced out on the floor, debating whether or not he should try and disappear into the crowded of bodies to avoid his ex.

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Francesca watched as Jason pulled her sister into the crowed and she thought about going after her for a minuet because she knew how immature and hormonal Jason could be, he was eighteen and dating a Del Rey, sex was on his mind that much was obvious. But, she had a strict rule of not stepping in unless her sister asked or she felt it was necessary, there mom butted into their lives enough.

Benji pulled her back to the surfaces as, he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, much like and older brother and she giggled. It was weird, her and Benji had never dated and every once in a while she wonder what life would be like with him. He didn’t exactly give her the whole feeling of being in love and she was pretty sure he saw her as nothing more than a sister, but even if they weren’t in love, she knew she could probably actually be pretty happy with him. He treated her like a princess, he knew her inside and out and he loved her for who she was. Yet she was stuck marrying some ass hole.

Benji pulled her out into the crowed and she stepped in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck as they started to dance, swaying along to the beat and she could forget about how fucked up her life actually was. Other girls were trying to dance with Benji, but his full attention was on her and she loved that he even though they were just friends, he didn’t run off and leave her for some other girl. Finally after a while of dancing, she slipped away from Benji and let him work his charm on some girls who’d been eyeing him.

She headed to the bar, running her hands through her long blonde hair. On the other end of the bar she could see her sister with Jason and she couldn’t hear them, but she hated the way the situation looked, Jason reminded her of Max so much she had to pull her eyes away and focus on the bartender or else she’d get up and beat the shit out of Jason and her sister would hate her for it.

She watched the bar tender for a moment, though she wasn’t really watching him. She was kind of just staring off, trying to clear her thoughts. She hated that even when Benji had gone out of his to get her mind off everything, she still thought about Max and being caged and the look on her mother’s face earlier that after noon, that made her want to leave the club, go to the studio and push herself until she literally couldn’t move.

“Excuse me.” She said trying to talk over the music, hoping he’d hear her she really didn’t want to yell, she was having second, thoughts and the longer she sat there alone that more and more she thought about going to the studio, because at least when she was dance, she didn’t have to think.

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"You got I.D?" Mark smirked and Spence just rolled his eyes. "I'm also going to need more shit." Spencer laughed, Mark was always running out, he made a mental note to invite him to one of his parties, Mark always seemed pretty cool. "Pretty much went through everything I've got last night." he continued.

Spencer nodded “Don’t worry, I got your shit.” He said pulling a zip lock bag, from the inside of his leather jacket. The zip lock bag was full of a bunch of shit. He always gave Mark the best of his drugs simply because he never made him pay for his drinks, nor did he ID him. He slid it across the bar. “That crank is straight from Brazil, dude, best shit on the market.” He smirked. Taking the drink as Mark slid it to him.

He turned around leaning his back against the bar, watching everyone grind on each other, like a bunch of hormonal teenagers. A girl caught his eyes as she pushed her way through the crowed and sat a few seats away from him. She looked upset, he was fairly good at reading girls, guys not so much, but when you fucked around with as many girls as he had, they were easy to read. He smirked raising a brow as he took a sip of his drink.

He was just about to get up and walk or to her, sit next to her and talk her into bed. Only, another guy beat him to it and by the looks of the way he was all over her, it was her boyfriend. Of course it was, a girl like her wasn’t single, she was way too hot to be single. But, that didn’t stop him from studying the couple. It was easy to tell they were fighting, she’d said something to him and then he left and then Spencer had his chance again, by the looks of it he wouldn’t be coming back at least not for a while.

She’d be a challenge simply because she had a boyfriend, but that made it all the more exciting. He stood up heading over to her and sitting next to her.
“Doesn’t look like your boyfriends coming back.” he stated bluntly. Spencer was rarely ever subtle and that was probably what made the girls fall all over him, not to mention bad and trouble just permeated off of him. “I can keep you company.” He offered with a charming smile.

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A second or two passed and Frankie was sure he hadn’t heard her. That was what made up her mind, she’d catch a taxi and pull and all-nighter at the studio and she’d push herself until she couldn’t anymore. Because there was no way in hell she wanted to go home to a coked up, drunken Max so they could hurt each other and he could add to her bruises.

"What can I get for you, beautiful?" Francesca looked up to see the bartender standing in front of her leaning on the bar and she smirked. He was gorgeous. Stop it, Frankie, what the hell are you thinking she cursed herself.

She was engaged and while she knew Max probably wasn’t faithful, she wouldn’t stoop to his level. Plus, she wouldn’t want Max going after the guy if she ever did cheat, because Max was a big enough ass hole, with enough power he could probably kill someone and get away with it.

“Something strong enough to make me forget.” She said simply, running her finger through her long blonde hair as she held his eyes.

He was exactly the type of guy her mother had warned her about her entire life, but if she was being honest, Max was that type of guy too, her mother was just blinded by the fact that his family was just as wealthy if not wealthy then there family, not to mention the Vanderbilt families prominent reputation.

“On second thought, give me the strongest drink you have an make it stronger.” She sighed.

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Spencer studied her carefully, watching as she finished off her drink and he lend against the bar casually as if he had found an old friend and they were just about to catch up. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips cooly, lighting it and taking a long drag off of it, blowing the smoke into the already hazy air in front of him.

"You're right, I doubt he is." He kept his eyes on the dance floor, listening to her, he knew there was a but, there was always a but with girls. "But I don't want the kind of company you're after." her words made him turn a lock eyes with her. He matched her smirk with his own "Because he's an asshole, but he's still my boyfriend." He raised a brow, glancing in the direction her boyfriend had just take off in, before glancing back to her.

He took another drag off his cigarette. Blowing the smoke out the corner of his lips, like he’d been smoking his entire life. He let the cigarette dangle between his fingers as he rested with his elbows up on the bar lend back. He nodded letting silence fall between them as if trying to decode her words.

“So let me get this straight, sweetheart.” He started turning his gaze to her and locking his light eyes with her dark one. “He can fuck around on you…get away with it…and you still go back to him?” he asked as if he knew her entire history with Jason. “Hu.” He said like he was going over the details in his mind.

He knew guys like her boyfriend, he was one of those guys, only he was worse. Because unlike Jason, he didn’t come crawling back to the girl, ever. Once he got what he wanted he cut all ties, but he knew how to hook girls like her and that’s exactly what he was doing.

“Well then, I guess I’ll leave you alone.” He shrugged as if he would see her later. “But, if you change your mind and you want to make the boyfriend of yours jealous.” He said leaning in close. “I’ll be at the end of the bar.” He smirked and without another word he stood up and went back to his seat.

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She watched him feel the glass and she hated how attracted to him she was. They were from two different worlds entirely. He felt terrible thinking that way, but it was the truth. He was a bartender at a sleazy night club and she was a rich, bitch. He had too much freedom and she had none, they were complete opposites.

"Is it too much for me to ask what it is you're trying to forget?" he asked as he slid the drink to her and she flicked her eyes up from her phone back to his eyes. "My lips are sealed, you can trust me." Of course they were, he was a bar tender, they were practically psychologists, listening to everyone’s problems.

She smirked, raising a brow at his interest in who or what she was trying to forget and she debated telling him the truth or being her bitchy self, like she always was. She could probably cut him down, make him feel like shit in her and act like she was so much better then him. But, there was just something dangerously, intoxicating about him. He was the kind of guy that would drop everything and travel with her, she smirked at the thought.

"What's a girl like you doing in a club like this anyway? Shouldn't you be poolside, sipping martinis?" There it was. She thought to herself, everyone always judged her before she opened her mouth. "Leading a double life?" She rolled her eyes.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve.” she said half bitchy, half uncaring as she downed the drink he’d given her like a pro, finishing it quickly and gesturing for him to fill it back up. “Shouldn’t you be seducing some girl and taking her back to your place?” she shot back with a playful smirk “And, for the record. Martinis aren’t really my thing, I’m more of a Jack Daniels kind of girl.” She smirked. “And, if you must know, I’m trying to forget my perfect life.” She shrugged

He was entirely too easy to talk to and she hated that, it was his job though and once she got a few more drinks in her she’d probably tell him her whole life story. She hated the fact that he’d judged her, but she hated it even more that his judgment had been right.

“And so what if I’m living a double life.” She shrugged “Aren’t we all.” she held his eyes.

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He’d finished his cigarette and lit another one as he waited for her to come over to him. He knew she’d give in, it was too good of an offer for her not to give into. Especially when he could clearly see how worn out she was by Jason. There was a small part of him that felt shitty for what he’d done. Because the reality of it was, she’d get hooked on him, most girls did. Because he knew exactly what they wanted, he knew how to make them feel incredible, he knew how to pull them in. But, she was already in a shitty enough situation and he hoped by some chance she wouldn’t give into him, because if she did, he’d just make her life a million times more complicated than it already was.

"That was smooth." she said and his guilt was quickly pushed aside. "Think you could give me a cigarette... Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" she said sitting down next to him and he didn’t even bother to look at her, he just smirked.

He inhaled deeply, from the cigarette he’d just lit before passing it to her. He finally glanced to her, a taunting smirk on his lips. She was beautiful, the kind of beautiful that made him actually want to be a good person. It scared him, because he didn’t know her at all, but the fact that she was with her boyfriend still and there was no telling how long he’d been fucking around on her, that alone made him wonder if she could actually change him if she tried. He decided she could, but he wouldn’t stick around long enough for that to happen.

“You’re not from around her are you, are you?” he said though before she had the chance to answer he continued. “of course you’re not, your much to pretty. Not to mention that necklace around your neck probably cost about as much as my house.” He smirked. “Let me guess, upper east side princess?” She was rich that much was obvious not only by the way she was dressed, but it was the way she carried herself. “Spinner.” He finally said introducing himself. “And you are?” he said lighting another cigarette for himself, seeing as he’d given his last one to her.

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"Yeah, you're probably right." he laughed and she watched him, he was refreshing.

He was different from the normal people she talked to. Even as much as she loved Benji, he was still a part of her world. Rich, wealthy, ungrateful, snobs like the person she pretended to be. But, it wasn’t who she really was and a part of her felt like he could almost see past who she pretended to be.

"Like how I come here every night pretending to be the friendly bartender when I'm really just an asshole who couldn't give a shit about half the crap people tell me. Not you though babe, you're interesting." She raised a brow, finding it hard to believe that he gave a shit about who she was, because she knew it was his job to flirt and complement her.

She watched as he moved away feeling someone else’s drink and she honestly didn’t expect him to return. She took a drink from the cup he’d just refilled, wondering where the hell Benji was, because normally he would have come to check on her by now.

"I'm Mark. How 'bout you? Got a name princess?" his voice pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced back up to see he was in front of her again and she smirked, rolling her eyes at his nickname. "Or can you not tell me because of your double life?" he finished.

She smirked leaning in a bit closer to him. “If I told you…I’d have to kill you.” She teased sitting back a bit, locking her eyes with his. She took another drink, before setting the glass in front of her. “It’s Frankie.” She said after a few minutes of silence. She felt a little light headed and she knew that was the alcohol starting to hit her system and she smirked up at him. “So Marky?” she said playfully “Think you can show me a good time when you get off work?”

That was definitely the alcohol talking and probably a mix of all the stress of planning her wedding and having to constantly be perfect. Every bit of her was telling her to go find Benji and shut the fuck up. She wasn’t reckless and she only dreamed of being spontaneous. She was a good girl, she did everything her mother asked of her no matter the request and she never did anything out of character, because it wasn’t proper. But, it clearly wasn’t her, not that Mark would know that.

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He watched her clearly sizing him up, like she’d done to him and he knew then, she’d be a challenge to break. Normally girls didn’t size him up, thy simply just gave in and they were putty in his hands. Her on the other hand she was different and he liked that.

"Ryan." she answered and he listened, because he knew there was more. "But you're only half right." he raised his brow, taking a drag from his cigarette. "I'm rich, but I'm not exactly a princess." he laughed, turning his gaze to the crowd of grinding people. "But while we're judging..." she trailed of and he glanced to her, wanting to know what her assumption of him was. "Let me guess, low-life asshole who sleeps with a different girl every night?" He smirked arrogantly.

“Very good, it’s the leather jacket, right?” he teased sarcastically. “Although I wouldn’t say every night” He corrected her like the egotistical ass hole he was. “Sometimes I’m just way to shit faced to care about sex.” He shrugged like they were talking about what he’d had for dinner.

He let silence fall between them for a moment, before he glanced to a guy walking towards them from across the club, Jason to be exact. He smirked wickedly as he stood up suddenly. Picking fights and pissing people off was what he was best at and in all honesty, he could more than likely beat the shit him if he really wanted to.

He grabbed Ryan’s wrist roughly, but not enough to hurt her. He pulled her to his chest looking down at her with a smirk as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He knew she’d be confused and so he’d don’t the motion so quickly she didn’t have time to push him away before he could explain. He back her up in to the bar so that his back was facing Jason. He lend in close, smirk on his lips, his lips grazed her cheek next to her ear.

“Showtime.” He whispered. “He’s on his way over. Make it believable babe and he’ll fight for you.” he didn’t know why he felt like helping her, because the truth was he wanted to be selfish and seduce her like he knew he could, but then there was a part of him that felt like helping her out, would make up for how shitty he was to everyone, not that he’d ever admit that in a million years.

He pushed up a little tighter against the bar, knowing any minuet he’d have an angry boyfriend on his hands, but there wasn’t one ounce of fear or worry in his eyes.

“By the way Ryan.” He said with a smirk “I can see right through you.”

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She was honestly banking on him saying no. She’d be okay with that and if he said no then she could just go find Benji and tell him she wanted to go home. She could feel his eyes rake over her as she downed the rest of her drink.

"Only if you never call me Marky again." she looked up at him with, smirking "I actually get off soon, I got here kind of early today." he shrugged and she watched him wash down the bar, before coming back to her. "Besides, the boss owes me. He's not going to fire me if I head out early." She nodded, watching his eyes scan the crowed as if he was looking for someone before he spoke again. "Give me a sec."


She nodded and watched as he walked to the end of the bar and from inside her purse her cell phone went off. She sighed, not really wanting to answer it, because the alcohol was taking over, whatever he’d given her was stronger than the drinks she normally had. She pulled her cell phone out rolling her eyes to see it was Max.

“Where the hell are you?!” he practically screamed into her ear causing her to jump, she hadn’t even had a chance to say hello. He was wasted and fucked up on drugs and she was suddenly glad she wasn’t home.

“Go to bed Max, your drunk. I’ll be home soon.” She said deciding then, what she was about to do was a bad idea and she better just go home.

“Tell me where the fuck you are?” He hissed harshly and she could hear the rage in his voice. She wanted to cry, because she knew going home when he was like that would only end in her getting hurt and her not going home would piss him off even more. “Francesca!” he ordered.

Normally she was home, because she rarely ever went out without Max and when she did, it was because she had to sneak out or say she was going to dinner with Benji’s family. She’d never once been out and he didn’t know about it, or at least think she was having dinner. He continued to scream threats into the phone, she pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up. She’d deal with him when she got home, if he didn’t put her in the hospital that was.


"Looks like I'm free." he said causing her to jump again, making it obvious something or rather someone had put her on edge.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” she sighed, though if he pursued her she wasn’t sure she could say no, because the alcohol was making it hard to concentrate. “I really should go.” She said turning and heading towards the door.

She needed to catch a taxi before she couldn’t, because she didn’t want to stick around and try and find Benji, She knew Ryan would find a way home if she already hadn’t. The Del Rey sisters were good for that. Leaving parties prematurely and it was because in the back of their mind they were scared of dealing with their mother. She pushed her way through people feeling light headed.

Mark was possibly her chance at trying something new, being herself for once and not having to hold up her rich girl façade, yet the second she’d been about to do something out of character for once, it was like Max knew and he’d ruined it and made her feel like the bad guy in a matter of seconds and her chance at freedom was taken from her yet again.

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"Ditto." She whispered causing him to smirk because he knew it was the truth. She could see right past his bad boy, womanizer act and he could see right through her prima donna, rich girl façade. There was more to her, just like there was more to him, people just didn’t care enough to try and find out who they really were.

He was shocked as she pressed her lips to his, not expecting her to kiss him. Her lips pressed against his made him feel high, higher than any drug he’d ever taken, yet there was nothing in his system yet. It was all her. He kissed her back hard, slipping his tongue passed her lips and he smirked as she moaned. The way her finger traced his waist line made him shiver and he didn’t want to stop kissing her.

Though he kiss was over too quickly, he felt who he assumed was her boyfriend, grab him by the shoulder and yank him roughly turning him to face him and Spinner just smirked like he’d won. He watched and knew it was coming he had plenty of time to move, but he didn’t. He watched Jason’s fist coming right at him and collide with his jaw and he didn’t react as his neck cracked to the side. He took a breath adjusting his jaw a bit before turning back to look Jason in the eyes with an arrogant smirk, taunting to hit him again and it took everything in side of Spencer to keep himself from beating the shit out of Jason right there in front of everyone.

"Did she tell you she has a boyfriend?" Spencer laughed shrugging, he didn’t give a shit. Ryan wasn’t the first girl in a relationship he’d been with.

"Jace, stop!" Ryan yelled .

He stayed where he was watching the two of them fight, wanting to help Ryan. Because Jason’s grip on her was rough and he could tell just by Ryan’s face, his grip was also painful. But he bit his tongue and clenched his fits and stayed out of it figuring he’d done enough damage. He felt a little bad for causing what was happening between them. But, he was used to destroying everything he touched so he didn’t let it get to him.

"Fuck. Off. I'm sick of you." Ryan finally said and he turned his gaze on Jason. He didn’t miss the surprise in his eyes. Jason was convinced he had Ryan wrapped around his finger, but now he wasn’t so sure and that alone was satisfying for Spence to see, because now he knew Jason would fight to get her back and that’s exactly what Ryan wanted.


"I don't know what you're talking about Ri. But if you want to whore around, whatever." Jason spat trying to guilt trip her and Spinner rolled, his eyes. That was his game, Spencer was the master at guilt tripping people, that’s probably why he wasn’t in prison right now. "You'll come back to me. Have fun." he said glancing to spinner and he simply shrugged. "Or try to at least. She's really not that good in bed." he said before stalking off and he could tell by the tension in Ryan, she was upset.

Fuck. he thought to himself. What the hell was it about this damn girl that made him want to help her, that made him want to be a better person? It was weird and he hated it. But, he felt bad for her, for the situation, because she didn’t deserve what Jason had done to her. She wasn’t like the slutty low life girls he fucked over. She was different she deserved better.


"I shouldn't have done that." her words brought him from his thoughts.

He walked over to her wrapping an arm around her waist like they were old friends. His work there was finished. He kissed her cheek, he had to leave her alone.

“Go after him.” He whispered. Before releasing her and heading towards the clubs exit. He lit a cigarette, taking a deep inhale off of it. She was the first girl, he left alone, because all though Spencer was mostly bad, every once in a while he could be a good guy. He already knew he’d regret not trying to pursue her, he’d regret not fighting for her and taking advantage of her when she was vulnerable, but she didn’t belong to him and she never would and he was smart enough to know that.

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She pushed though the crowed, weaker than normal, because of the alcohol. She slowed down a bit when she finally managed to break free of the crowed. She didn’t want to go home, but she didn’t want to go to the studio and those were here only two options. She just wanted to disappear, that would be easier.

She felt someone grabbed her arm just above the elbow and spin her to face them. Her head spun and her skin burned from where they held her arm. She looked up meeting Marks eyes again and his smirk, irritated and excited her at the same time.

"I'm not going to force you or anything because I'm not that kind of guy, I know when no means no." he said pulling her close and it was hard to focus because of the heat between them. Everything about him was intoxicating and she fought the urge to kiss him. She blamed her feelings on whatever he’d given her back at the bar. "But I don't think you really want to leave. At least tell me why you're skipping out on me?"

She forced herself to look away letting silence fall between them for a moment. If she went with him and anyone found out she’d be dead, but if she didn’t go with him, she’d regret it. She wasn’t saying she was going to cheat on Max, because she wasn’t that kind of girl, no matter how much she hated him.

“It’s complicated.” She said meeting his eyes again. “But, your right. I don’t want to leave.” what the hell am I doing. she thought just walk away Frankie she was practically yelling at herself. “Do yo have a car? Or are we going to have to walk?” she smirked changing the subject quickly she didn’t want him to ask questions.

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Spencer slipped out of the club. He wasn’t done, but he needed some air. He was getting a head ach from the music and the smell of cheap perfume. He walked a little bit before finally stopping and leaning against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lightening. He was tempted to go back inside and find her and pull his usual ass hole stunt, but he forced himself not to as he took a long drag off his cigarette trying to shake the thought of her.

"Go after him and let him win? That's it?" he heard her voice next to him and he couldn’t help but smirk. She couldn’t resist going after him and now that she was there, he was going to fuck with her. He’d tried to protect her, but she’d followed him. "I thought you were an asshole. You're not even going to try to take me home."

He didn’t answer her at first he let silence fall between them, like he didn’t know she was there. But, it was impossible to notice her presence, just being near her set his body on fire, it was a weird feeling. Finally he finished his cigarette flicking it away. If she wanted to see ass hole, he’d show her. He reached out grabbing her wrist, he pulled her close turning her so she was against the wall and he pinned her there, smirking down at her.

“Don’t you always let him win?” he questioned looking over her. “You got what you wanted, you wanted to make him jealous, he fought for you…don’t you want him back.” he said arrogantly as if he knew she was more interested in the mysterious bad boy then her boyfriend.

He lend down pressing his lips to her in the gentlest way, it was the kind of kiss that could make any girl melt. He knew that and that’s why he’d down it. Only the difference was with her, the kiss had felt too real as if he really did like her and that feeling caused him to pull away and hold her eyes a smirk on his lips.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he whispered with a wickedly dangerous smirk.

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He wrapped and arm around her waist leading her towards the back exit of the club and she hesitated at first. She didn’t know him all she knew was his name and that he was a bartender. Yet she was about to leave with him and that’s what made up her mind. She didn’t know him, he didn’t know her. There was no pressure of being perfect and living up to her last name, because he didn’t know her last name and even if he did, it was a name that was only prominent in her world not his.

He led her out to the parking garage across from the club. It was nearly empty, because it was still early and there was plenty of time for her to change her mind. She was fighting herself. Because the part that that had practically been breed to please her mother, was begging her to find Benji and go home and face Max. Then there was the other part of her that had been fighting her whole life for freedom that she was certain she’d never have and that part was begging her to go with Mark.

The stopped and she was pulled from her thoughts when he pulled her close and she had to fight back a shiver. Everything about him from the way he touched her to the way his dangerous smirk made her heart skip a beat was overwhelmingly intoxicating. He smirked down at her and she held his eyes.

"You sure princess?" she caught the challenge in his voice like he knew she’d finally given in and ask him to take her home. "I can still just drive you home if you want?" there it was, she thought the offer to take her home.

She bit her lip, wrapping her arms around his neck “I want you to take me anywhere but home.” she finally answered. It was weird being with him. She hadn’t been with many guys. Max had been her first real anything, because as a kid her mother never let her do anything aside from dancing, she was a less strict with Ryan and Frankie knew that was only because Ryan pushed back at their mother, Frankie had never fought her mother.

Finally they got into the car and there wasn’t much talking, it wasn’t awkward though, his music filled the silence and she enjoyed being with someone other than Max, Benji, her mother, or Ryan for once in her damn life, she was with someone who didn’t know her.

Finally he pulled into an empty parking lot that overlooked a deserted beach. It was on the other side of the island, she could see that much. She got out of the car and looked out over the black ocean with a smile. She walked around the front of his car leaning on it and waiting for him to get out.

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He kept his eyes on her, watching her. Because if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to take her home the second he laid eyes on her in the club, he wanted her to say no. Because if she said no he couldn’t break her heart and do exactly what her boyfriend was doing, only when he broke her heart, it would be worse than what Jason had ever done to her.

She nodded and he smirked "Yes." she whispered and he loosed his grip on her and she pulled their bodies closer together. "Quickly." he smirk grew arrogantly he had her. "Before I change my mind. I never do stuff like this."

He interlocked his fingers with hers and pulled her, the apartment that he shared with Tyler wasn’t far and so he opted to walk instead of waiting for a taxi and he kept her close as if he was her boyfriend and he was protecting her. They earned a few looks, but no one touched them and no one tried hitting on her. It was obvious they were in the bad side of town, sirens and gun shots were background noise.

Finally when they reached his shitty apartment he glanced upstairs to see their door was open and there was a huge party upstairs, which meant he’d have to run someone out of his damn room.

“Stay close.” He smirked as they headed upstairs. He knew it was probably going to be a shock for her. Even if she was around drugs or went to parties they were nothing like the trashy, dangerous parties him and Tyler through.

Upstairs the music was ridiculously loud and all eyes fell on them almost immediately, because everyone could tell Ryan wasn’t from around there, she was too pretty and too high class, it was just the way she carried herself and he smirked. Wrapping an arm around her should as if telling other guys to fuck off. He led her to the kitchen, before taking his hands off her and grabbing two beers tossing one to her.

“You sure you don’t want to go back to prince charming.” He said setting his beer on the counter and pinning her dangerously tight against it, he placed his lips to her jaw, tracing along it slowly.

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She watched as the black waves, hit the shore, before the water was dragged back out to sea. She hadn’t been to the beach since she was a little girl and her mother and father were still together, despite the fact she lived in New York and she was surrounded by the ocean.

He got out of the car and lend against the hood of the hood of the car next to her. It was silent between them, but the heat between them was undeniable and she hated that she couldn’t feel that heat between her and Max, she couldn’t even force herself to feel it. She used to feel it between her and Benji when they were teenagers, but she blamed that mostly on how passionate they were when they danced.

She could feel his eyes on her now, but she pretended she couldn’t. Her heart raced because she knew what he wanted and if she was being completely honest with herself, she wanted it to. She just wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone other than Max. But, she also knew he was only after one thing, a guy like him didn’t care about girls, he played with them and then cut them out. So she almost hoped he wouldn’t kiss her, because what if she liked it more then she should.

He placed a hand on the back over her neck and she shivered despite herself as he turned her to face him. The motion was too quick for her to stop, even if she’d have wanted to stop it she couldn’t. The second his lips hit hers, her body was light like a feather, yet it was heavy at the same time. Everything inside her burned and butterflies kicked violently against her stomach. It was an incredible feeling, the kind of feeling she was positive she could only get when she danced, but she was wrong.

She kissed him back just as hard as he kissed him and suddenly, her life somehow didn’t seem as shitty. She slid her hands underneath his shirt, tracing his abs lightly with her fingers. His kiss was making her weak and light head and she didn’t want to pull away, but she forced herself to, because she was scared if she didn’t she’d pass out. She pushed him away playfully, her head was spinning.

“You’re going to break my heart aren’t you?” She laughed, teasing him and it was less of a question and more of a statement. Because she knew it was the truth, but at that moment she didn’t care. She was careless and free for once in her life.

He was incredible, he was everything she couldn’t have and everything she wanted all at the same time. It was like a knife to the heart when she thought about the fact that, whatever she did with him tonight, would be it. One last effort to break free before her wedding a wedding he didn’t even know existed. She crossed her arms in front of her grabbing the hem of her dress and lifting it over her head. She tossed it at him playfully, as she slipped out of her heels leaving her in her lacey bra and under ware.

“I showed you mine.” She smirked, gesturing to herself “Show me what you’re hiding under that shirt.” She laughed. “Unless your too scared.” She bit her lip.

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He knew he had her, there wasn’t a time Spencer could remember when he hadn’t been able to talk a girl into bed. He was just that kind of guy, who was far more experienced then her should be for his age. She tilted her head, opening up her neck more and he let his lips move slowly along her neck, smirking against her skin as she moaned.

She hopped onto the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist and his entire body was on fire. He’d never had that feeling with any other girl, not even Sabrina who’d managed to be his longest relationship if you could call it that.

"Not when you do that." she whispered, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

She pressed her lips to his moaning again and he smirked against her lips. He slipped his hand under her shirt, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tight against his body as he kissed her roughly, but deeply slipping his tongue past her lips. He fisted her other hand into her long dark hair holding her in the kiss, he knew she wouldn’t pull away but he still held her there.

It didn’t matter that there were people a few feet away from them or the fact that the apartment was full of drunk, druggies. All he saw was her, she was the only person he was focused on and he’d manage to block everyone else out. She was honestly the only thing that mattered to him at that moment, which was out of character for him. When he was with one girl, he was always looking for the next best thing, so any girl that had ever been with Spinner, could tell he always seemed distracted, when he was kissing you. But, it wasn’t like that with her, he didn’t care who else was in the room.

“Spence?” He heard from behind him but he ignored the voice, he didn’t fully register who it was because he was entirely wrapped up in Ryan. “Spencer, what the fuck are you doing!” She yelled and he reluctantly pulled away from Ryan, sighing frustrated.

The girl grabbed his wrist whirling him around to face her and he rolled his eyes to see Sabrina standing there, as if they were dating and he was cheating and like it wasn’t something he would do, he rolled his eyes leaning back on the counter next to Ryan like they were dating, he was flush, but he didn’t honestly care. He pulled out a cigarette lighting it, smirking casually as he took a drag off of it before passing it to Ryan.

“I’m a little busy Bri, can I help you?” he smirked. “I should have known your psycho ass would come here.” He said bluntly causing her jaw to drop.

“Spence, stop acting like an ass just to impress…” she trailed off as her eyes flicked to Ryan and there was a shocked look in her eyes. “Rianne…Del Rey? What the fuck?” she breathed in complete shock.

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