A Summer in Paris: a Spoby story

Chapter 35

Spencer's POV:

The sun is setting and Toby and I are out walking around. "Toby?" I ask breaking our silence. "Mhm?" "Do you want to go to college?" He shrugs saying, "I don't know. I'm pretty good at what I do, why?" "I don't know I was just wondering. You know if you went to NYU and majored in business you could start your own construction business." He rolls his eyes, "Why do you suddenly care if I go to college or not?" I sigh. I don't want to make him mad, but I know Toby is smart enough to go and it would make life a lot easier in the long run. "Toby please don't be mad. I just think that it would be helpful." He lets go of my hand and turns towards me, "what would be helpful? What would me not going to college ruin your Hastings reputation?" He yelled the last part. I knew I shouldn't have brought this up. "No Toby, I'm just saying that-" he cuts me off. "You were thinking that it wouldn't look good to your family if perfect Spencer is dating someone who actually has to work to support himself." He yells in disgust and then stomps away and towards the hotel. Why? Why am I so stupid? Why did I bring it up? I love Toby, I don't care how it looks to my family. I run after him, but he's already heading inside the hotel. I run to the hotel and miss the elevator. Great, just great. When I get to the door of our room I stop. Should I give him some space? No, then he'll think I don't care and I do. I open the door cautiously. "Toby? Toby I'm sorry." No answer, I go into the bedroom and see him laying on the bed with his eyes closed and headphones in. I sit next to him and poke him. His eyes pop open, "Spencer, I'm done." Done? It's one fight he can break up with me for one fight. "Do- done?" I stutter. "Done talking about this. You think I would breakup with you for one fight? You really don't think much of me do you?" He says and then gets up and walks away from me again. "Toby I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you mad. If I would have known it would upset you like this I wouldn't have brought it up. It's just I love you and I plan on being with you forever, I want us to be successful. I want us to be able to give our kids everything they need without having to worry." I could see I said something wrong again because he clenches his jaw. "Don't do that. Don't put the responsibility of kids we don't have on my shoulders. Don't say that I'm going to screw up our lives and make us struggle through life because I don't go to college. You have the right to your opinion but you don't have the right to make me feel bad about myself. I already feel unworthy of you, but you're NOT supposed to be the person making me feel that way. You're suppose to be the last person to make me feel like that. I can handle your family, I can handle your friends, but I can't handle YOU making me feel like crap. That's not how it supposed to be Spencer." He yells, his face all red, his hands balled into fists, and tears in his eyes that he won't let escape. Then he stomps out of the room and out the door. "Toby I'm sorry." I say even though he can't here me and then I completely break down in quiet sobs.