Love Me {Sequel To Last Hope}

Chapter Twenty Eight-Caelin's Blackmail

"No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you." - Dimitri Belikov, Vampire Academy

T E L L I E

My hair was dripping from the shower. I had thrown it into a towel and knotted it on my head, but some drops of water managed to drip down my neck. I walked downstairs when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Harry, and considered slamming it straight in his face. Instead I sucked up my pride and told Harry exactly what he didn't want to hear.

"No."

"What?" He asked cluelessly.

"I'm not doing it." I said bluntly.

"I wasn't going to ask." He said. Though he looked sour at my words. "I'm here to see your dad. I got told to come here."

"Him and Liam are out the back." I said. I shut the door and Harry walked down the hall. I heard the back the door, and footsteps on the tiles, and when I turned around Spencer was smiling widely at me. "Jesus..." I muttered. "What do you want?" I snapped. I wasn't in the mood for dealing with small children. Zach had left a text informing me I was needed at wedding plan for the night. When he mentioned it still involved Hope and Clary and every bloody person in the city I said no. It was only a short argument. I didn't win. So now I was mostly miserable. It wasn't like I had much options to do right now. I could join Zach and the wedding planning early-but I didn't want to. And dad wasn't letting me go anywhere by myself. Even if I was an adult and he had no right to tell me what I could and couldn't do. I had considered harassing Romeo. But him and Miles had been together ever since Romeo got back. And even if they were nothing like a couple, i knew I would feel like a third wheel. The bromance lives.

"I wanted to talk to you." Spencer said. She had the same deep set Brown eyes as Liam. But whenever I made eye contact with Liam he looked trusting and kind. Spencer looked like she was planning my murder in her head as we spoke.

"About?"

"We should talk in private."

"We are in private." I snapped. I had to remind myself not to freak at her. If I even swore around her Liam would want my head on a platter. I couldn't even remember how old Spencer was. She was something like twelve I think. Which meant she was probably already sweating and talking about sex.

"Can we go to your room?" She asked. She still looked mischievous.

"Why?"

"I wanna see how you do your hair." She beamed.

"That's not creepy..." I muttered. I walked past her and up the stairs. She followed me, her ponytail swinging and lips curved. She followed me all the way to my room, where she sat on my bed and watched me blow dry and curl my hair. She just watched. And I wondered if maybe she just wanted to watch. It was weird, but it wasn't like Bella wasn't like that with me. Bella liked watching the way I did things to my hair, or makeup so she could try and mimic it. But that was Bella. She had idolised me since I could remember. This was Spencer. Spencer who hated being stuck around me. Spencer who freaked when I wrote madagaskarth in chalk on her driveway. Spencer who didn't particularly like me. I don't think she hated me. I think she tolerated my existence though. She was like a cousin. She called my dad uncle Louis and she called my adoptive mother Aunty Eleanor. But she was one of those cousins who you wanted to strangle to shut up. Spencer reminded me of Tayla. Tayla who critiqued me my whole life. Tayla who convinced me that starving myself was the best way to get thin.

"I like your ring." Spencer said suddenly. My eyes flickered from the curling iron to my hand with the engagement ring gleaming in the sunlight.

"Thanks..." I said slowly.