John 8:32

15 - 1 Corinthians 13:4

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant.

With the end of April came the long-awaited Spring Fling dance. Pretty much the last big event all of the seniors had before graduation, and an excuse to be stupid for the rest of them.

Spencer was going with Leah. She asked him, and he couldn't say no. Not after the disaster earlier that week. He owed it to her. He didn't know who Damien was going with, he didn't bother to ask. They weren't exactly on the best terms right now. Damien was still pissed off.

He stepped into the elevator to go up to the girls floor — there was no way he was walking up those stairs in a full suit. When he looked up, there he was. Damien leaned against the back wall of the elevator, face down in his phone.

Fuck. He looked good. Like really good.

Damien wore a red shirt — red really was his color, if anything was his color. Damien lived in all black most of the time — apparently the shirt was an exception. It matched the rose in his pocket. His suit fit perfectly, highlighting every good part of his body and — Spencer shook his head.

"I'm headed up to four."

Damien nodded, looking up from his phone as he pressed the button.

"You look nice," he spouted out a bland compliment. Spencer had never heard Damien compliment somebody so... unenthusiastically. He was always tossing out flirty compliments, especially to Spencer.

"Thanks," was all he could mumble out.

Damien was going up to the fifth floor, so Spencer was off before him. He could feel Damien's gaze burning into his back as he stepped out of the elevator.

Now he just had to remember what room Leah was in. He pulled out his phone to check the messages from earlier once more because he just couldn't be sure of it.

Spencer [5:07]

I'll pick you up at seven, what's your room number?

Leah [5:08]

411, i'll see u then

Right, duh. She lived right by Emma. Spencer should have remembered that.

He paused for a moment outside her door, taking the time to just breathe. He was just going on a date. That was all. Taking a girl who he made out with once to the dance because it was the gentlemanly thing to do. He wasn't lying to himself, or to Damien. He wasn't avoiding the truth. He was just lying to her.

Deep down though, Spencer knew that she knew. There was no way she couldn't. Just because she didn't mention what happened when Damien showed up didn't mean she was clueless.

He knocked once on the door — and it opened in a heartbeat.

Leah looked nice. Her dress was a really nice shade of green, and her hair was up in its normal ponytail. It looked nicer than usual, though. Spencer was pretty sure her hair was curled.

"Hey," Spencer tried to force a smile, offering up his arm.

"Hi," she grinned, linking her arm with his.

They didn't speak as he escorted her to the elevator. Spencer didn't know what to say. They hadn't properly spoken in person since... well. Since that Sunday. A lot of things happened that weekend. Too many things for Spencer's taste.

Spencer was pretty sure that somebody had to be out to get him when the elevator opened and there stood Damien and his date. Marissa.

She looked fucking gorgeous. She and Damien looked good together. Of course they coordinated their outfits. She wore a long, red gown with a neckline far deeper than Spencer would've thought she dared. Her hair was pulled back into a neat updo, and Damien looked absolutely captivated. He laughed and joked with her so easily, and that look in his eyes.