Ever since Spencer told me he’d been keeping track of my life from afar, my entire world shifted on its axis. Apparently, he always managed to hear from his sister, my brother, and even from my own mother how I was.
I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or betrayed, but I didn’t have anything else to say to him that day.
All I could promise him was that I’d try, but honestly, I don’t think I will ever be okay with just being friends with Spencer. I still care about him too much not to get that line blurred from time to time.
After we both realized our conversation was over, he took me back to grab my car at the newspaper, and I drove home, suddenly feeling mentally and emotionally drained.
I tried to bury myself in work during the next few days, not allowing myself to think too much
