Stay Away (S.R. x reader)

Chapter 9

Illicit Affairs - Taylor Swift

Two days later...

I sit in the conference room, tuning out Daniel who's speaking about some 'great' ideas he has been having. Which if you are honest sounds like every other idea he has had. My mind is leaving this place, thinking of Spencer of how he looks, talks, and smells. I look up to make sure no one is looking and pull out my phone to Spencer's contact.

Spence <3

Y/N: Spence, wanna do something this evening??

Spencer: idk I'm kinda busy

Y/N: whatcha busy with? I can help!

Spencer: Nah it's fine... Maybe another time.

That was weird. Spencer usually matched my energy on text, he was never this dry. I started worrying, feeling my stomach doing flips.

'Ms y/l/n,' I look up to see Daniel standing above me looking down at my phone, 'no personal messages during business hours unless emergency. I don't think flirting with your boyfriend is classified as an emergency.'

The whole conference room erupts into laughter. It was no secret that Daniel was mad after I blew him off and he had been expressing that anger every single fucking day.

I pat Daniel on the back, 'Don't be getting jealous Daniel.' This makes the conference room laugh even harder as Daniel goes red.

'Ms y/l/n, it seems you are not feeling well. Perhaps a sick day will do you well.'

'Perhaps it will.' I say, mimicking him as I pick up my things.

I flash my famous sarcastic smile as I stomp out the office door, heading home, to my apartment.

...

As I step into the building my foot gets stuck on a plastic bag. I wince thinking about the number of germs on it and fling it off.

I walk over to the familiar room I had been to so many times before over the past week. Knocking against the hardwood I could not deny that tiny feeling of worry sitting in my gut. The door opens to reveal the man I had grown to like so much.

'What is it Y/N?' He rubs his eye as if he's tired but it is clear he is just attempting to hide the fact that he is under the influence.

'What are you on?' I attempt to open his eye with my finger but he slaps me away. It leaves a slight red mark. For a second it looks like he regrets it and he almost reaches forward to help me but his face returns to neutral. I step back from him.

'Just go away Y/N.' He looks down as if unable to look at me.

'Spence, please tell me what's going on. This relationship won't work if there is no communication everybody knows that.' That worry in my stomach is really growing now.

Spencer laughs, 'You're funny Y/N.' I quirk an eyebrow up at him. What about any part of this situation could be funny to him? I hope that at any moment it will be revealed that this is all a joke but it doesn't seem to be happening. 'You know why you're funny? Because I don't remember making any of this official.'

My heart dropped. I guess we had never really had the chat about labels and exclusivity but I had just assumed because of how great things had been going. 'So what do you think of us?'

'A fling.' He doesn't hesitate, doesn't stutter. His eyes remain cold and concentrated on the wall behind me. My mouth drops open. Where was this all coming from?

'Spencer I know you have issues, you've been through so much but please let me be here for you.' I feel as if my pride is dripping down the drain, boy chase me but here I am begging some boy named Spencer Reid to let me stay.

Spencer's fists clench, his eyes darken and he walks into his room. I follow him and that's when he turns around he looks me dead in the eye. I had never seen him look at anyone like this. It was as if his eyes were whispering death threats. 'When... will you get it through you're FUCKING HEAD!' Spencer's fist flies and I thought he was about to hit me but instead it smashes into the mirror. I jump as glass flies all over, painting the ground in shards. When Spencer removes his fist some of the shards are still stuck and blood is dripping from his hand. Once more Spencer's eyes soften but it is as if he forces himself to return to his anger-ridden state. I take a few steps back from him before running out the door.

As I run I hear his door slam behind me. I feel such déjà vu as I run back to my room. That's how it is with Spencer the same mistakes over and over.

I knew he was self-destructing and I suppose I made a decision then and there to let him do it alone.

A/N

I think this might be my longest chapter so far. Thank you so much to the people commenting, voting, and giving me feedback (you know who you are) it means the world to me and I greatly appreciate it!