Right my Wrongs

Chapter 10- All I know

                                                            Spencer

Fuck. There she is. My heart races as Ivy comes into view, she greets me with a radiant smile. Her hair, a vibrant shade of mercury red, is pulled back into a messy bun, with her bangs delicately framing her gorgeous eyes like a sheepdog.

"You look stunning." I remark.

"So do- I mean thanks." She stutters.

"So do?'' I say playfully.

"Uh...Shall we? And where are we going?''

"You'll see." I say as I open car door for her.

"So, Spencer, why did you decide to transfer? I mean, I can kind of sense from your accent that you're British," so, Ivy is observant.

"Okay so I moved to New York about a week ago to live with my dad.''

"And what about your mom?" She asks reluctantly.

"She's staying in England with her husband."

"Oh I'm really sorry. I didn't-

"No, it's totally cool." I assure her. "We're here though." I add, trying to change the subject.

Ivy looked around, scanning the surroundings intently until she finally noticed something.

"OMG!! New York book convention! How... How did you...?" she exclaimed with excitement.

"The other day, I saw the pamphlet you had in your book during class. So I thought-"

"Oh my gosh, Spencer!!! I really wanted to be here, but I couldn't buy the tickets. Weren't they sold out? How did you...?"

"Well, I have connections," I said playfully.

"Wow, I still can't believe it. That's crazy. Thank you so much," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Do you want to go inside or...?" I laughed.

"Yes, I do," Ivy replied eagerly. We hopped out of the car and made our way inside. The scent of vanilla and musk from the books wafted into my nostrils. The hall was adorned with a row of stalls, creating a phenomenal sight enhanced by the golden lights that hung upside down from the ceiling.

Glancing at Ivy, I could sense that she was happy. "This the most thoughtful thing someone has ever done for me.'' She chuckles.

"Pleasure is mine.'' I replied.

"Do you like Wuthering Heights? Ivy asks me as she pulls out a copy of the same from the gigantic book shelf.

"Of course I do. Who doesn't?''

"What do you like about it Spencer?" I love it when she calls me by name.

"The theme...it's a perfect blend of gothic features and an intense love story.'' I say.

"Interesting. You know I feel like some aspects of the book mirror my own life. The melancholia, revenge, hatred...they all feel so familiar.'' She says.

"Ivy?"

"Yeah?''

"I'm here for you if need me.'' I tell her and she gives me a soft smile and we go back to gazing at the bookshelf in front of us. Standing next to each other, our fingers softly brush against each other...can I hold her hand? No! Spencer she has a BOYFRIEND!!!

"What is it?'' Ivy chuckles softly but doesn't look me in the eye. "You think loudly." She teases. Fuck it. I slowly take her hand her hand in mine interlocking our fingers. And believe me when I say it...in that moment everything stood still. It was just us. To my surprise, Ivy doesn't flinch instead she tightens the grip and looks at me. A wave of chill washes over me. She's gonna break my heart..isn't she?