John 8:32

5 - Luke 6:27

But to you who are listening I say: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you.

Spencer couldn't help but keep pulling out his phone to check the messages from earlier. He knew exactly when he was going over to Damien's — but he kept checking anyways.

Something about the way the stupid bastard texted him pissed him off. It didn't — but Spencer didn't like the way it made him feel. So he decided that it pissed him off.

Damien [7:57]

meet me @ my dorm tonite ;)

Ugh.

Spencer changed out of his uniform quickly — ditching the jacket on his bedroom floor.

"Hey dad, I'm going back to campus to study," he stopped in the doorway of his dad's office on his way down the hallway.

His father hardly looked up from his laptop, "Be home by dinner."

"I will."

As soon as he got the okay, Spencer was out the door. His bike was leaning against the side of the house. He didn't put it away last time he used it. He was just thankful it stopped snowing, finally.

The dorms weren't so far away that he couldn't walk, but Spencer preferred to ride his bike. It was faster, and there was this big hill down to campus. He could feel the wind in his face and for a moment, he felt alive.

Then the cold bit at his nose and he couldn't feel anything.

Spencer hardly bothered to make sure his bike was secured in the rack before hurrying inside the dorms. It was cold outside. At least cold enough that his sweatshirt wasn't going to cut it as far as keeping him warm.

He tapped his keycard on the reader to let him in the inside door and hurried into the elevator. Spencer remembered all too late that he got in the bad elevator as the compartment shook and shuddered, suspicious clattering noises happening above him. He couldn't get out of it fast enough as the doors opened on Damien's floor.

A few months ago, Spencer used to get lost on his way to Damien's. The dorms were built like a fucking maze, all the hallways looked the same. Now, though, he knew exactly where he was going.

It was hardly moments after he knocked on the door that it was opening.

"Hey pretty boy," Damien smirked, and Spencer wanted to punch him.

"Shut up," he grumbled, shutting Damien's door behind him. He was impatient.

Before Damien even had a chance to say it, Spencer had him up against the door, "I know, I should make you."

"You know me too well," Damien grinned, and Spencer wanted to punch him again. He settled for punching him, with his mouth, on Damien's mouth. Sure, maybe he was a little impatient. It wasn't like Damien didn't enable it.

"We do have to actually do our project," Damien mumbled after a few moments, his breath warm on Spencer's face.

"Later," Spencer hummed, "We have time."

"If you don't do your half I'm taking your name off."

"Whatever."

Spencer wasn't sure how long it had been when his phone started ringing. It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes, but then again, he kind of lost track of time when he was with Damien.

It was enough time for them to end up on Damien's bed, at least.

"Shit, one second," Spencer breathed, climbing off Damien's lap and reaching for his backpack where his phone was.

Of course it was his dad calling. Who the hell else would it be?

"Why are you at the dorms?"

His dad didn't even give him a chance to actually answer the phone before he was interrogating Spencer.

"I'm doing homework," Spencer lied through his teeth. To be fair, they were doing homework eventually. Just not right now, "Group project."

"With who?"

God, could he not give it a rest?

"Yates," Spencer tried not to make it sound suspicious.

"I want you home, or in the library."

"But why?" Spencer tried to reason with his dad. Admittedly, not something that worked often. Or even, "The wifi is better here."

"Home or the library, Spencer."

"Fine."

Spencer hardly got the word out before his dad was hanging up on him.

"We've gotta go to the library," Spencer sighed, looking back towards Damien as he pocketed his phone.

"Exhibitionism?" Damien raised an eyebrow, "Kinky."

"Ugh, shut up," Spencer rolled his eyes, "My dad's a stalker who won't leave me alone."

"I hate him," Damien groaned, getting up off of his bed.

"Yeah," Spencer shrugged, pulling his hoodie back over his head.

He didn't hate his dad necessarily. But he wasn't great, either. He was a pain in the ass about stuff like this. Like he thought Damien would do something. Damien did do something, but only because Spencer wanted him to.

His dad didn't need to know that part, though.

"Let's get going before he loses his shit."

"Aye aye, captain."