Spencer chugged his beer in defiance. There she was looking so f*****g and he hated that she wouldn't just let him love her.
She stared at the side of his face.
"It hurts when I tell you that?"
Spencer sipped his beer. "A lottle,"
"A lottle?"
"Like a little," He slurred. "But a lot."
Bailey picked at her fingers. She didn't want to hurt him. But she didn't want get hurt either. And it didn't seem like she could have it both ways.
She wasn't Hannah Montana. She didn't have the best of both worlds. She had the worst of both.
"I'm sorry," Bailey murmured.
"It's okay," He smiled, with a slur. "You're so pretty. And nice. A-and you, you smile pretty."
She chuckled. "Maybe you should lay off the beer."
"Maybe you should stop playing games and marry me." He shot back.
She choked on hi
