Discovering Spencer

27. A history of friendship

 A/N: This chapter is a must read, it is a very important part of the story. With the story coming to an end it was time for me to get to the serious stuff and this chapter is pretty serious. Please comment, tell me what you think and vote if you like it. Thanks. 

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I was over and done with Logan Dean Whitlock.

I liked him for nearly three years out of the sixteen years of my life. What started as an innocent crush ended with me hating him. It was hard to believe that it had actually come to this. Me hating Logan, I never thought I’d feel this way but I did. He was dating the demonic bitch of our school; full name Luella (rhymes with Cruella) Ann Crane, he might as well have sold his soul to the devil.

He lowered his standards and downgraded to a girl who was more in love with herself than anything in the world. Seeing them together made me want to retch my insides out. I tried to ignore them, pretend I didn’t see them when they were together but the problem was they were everywhere. Seeing them at school five days a week was somewhat bearable but seeing them outside of school was maddening. If I was at the mall, they were there, if I went out somewhere to eat, they were there, a few days ago during winter vacation my family and I went ice skating, they were there. I couldn’t escape them so what did I do? I went into hiding.

On the weekends I stayed home. I officially didn’t have a social life. After running into them at the ice skating rink I vowed not go anywhere else for the remainder of the break, not wanting to risk running into them again. I even missed Jamie’s big new-year’s eve bash because of them. Quinn was none too pleased about that but I didn’t care, it was imperative that I avoid them at all cost.

During school I found solace in the library. It was the one place at school I could go into hiding and not worry about running into them. I was there in the mornings before classes began, during lunch and after school until it was closing time. I always sat in the very back buried behind rows of dusty old books out of sight from everyone else. The silence brought me great peace and with mid-terms coming up I could really concentrate on studying.

That was my life now, home and school. I went to school, I studied and went home. When I was at home I barely talked to my family, I was holed up in my room studying or sometimes I’d watch a little reality TV. My mother thought it was great that I was spending all my time on schoolwork but my dad was curious as to why I stopped going out.

He asked me about Nathan a few days ago and I just shrugged. I didn’t know how Nathan was actually, I hadn’t seen him since it all went down with Logan at Mia’s Café. I called him the following day to apologize, because I felt I at least owed him that but he never responded and I couldn’t blame him.

I was back to my old self again, the Spencer I once was over the summer, the lonely girl with no friends and boyfriend. Quinn was there but she was barely there. She was spending most of her time with a secret guy. She couldn’t tell me who he was. She said if I could keep secrets from her then she could do the same with me. I was fine with that; I didn’t have any interest in finding out who this mysterious guy was. I was however interested in her new and improved look. After winter vacation Quinn ditched the cotton candy hair for a pale blonde haircut and she was no longer dressing like the clearance section of hot topic, no, she was wearing nicer clothes now; more put together clothes that actually matched. Whoever this guy was he was doing something to her.

So Quinn’s life was developing….in this, like, weird but yet nice way. She had a boyfriend, one she apparently cared enough for to change her style for him. She no longer had any time for me which was fine because at this point I was kind of enjoying this isolation. You can imagine my surprise when Quinn popped in front of my little carrel during lunch with a Cheshire cat grin on her face.