Soulmates and Exceptions #Wattys2016

Were Mistakes Made?

     Brea had often thought about her mother's advice. Thinking about it and putting it into practice wasn't always easy. She knew that her mother wasn't thrilled that she bonded before she turned eighteen, and that she didn't want to encourage it, but that she at least tried to help her avoid pregnancy. She had discovered that her mother had taken steps to help her the best she could. Brea once opened her night stand drawer to discover an assortment of contraceptives for her use. She promptly shut the drawer, unsure of what to think. Brea sat on her porch swing, stunned over the things her mom had done to make sure she finished school.

     She couldn't talk to Jackson until he got out of training. He had managed to get accepted into an accelerated trade program and wouldn't be home for a few more minutes. She wrapped her arms around herself and stared off into the distance. She never wanted to disappoint her parents and Michael. She groaned. Michael. Jackson had told her that his dad had caught him sneaking back into his room that first morning. Much like her mother, he bought some items for Jackson and – much to Jackson's mortification - taught him how to use them. She and Jackson had every opportunity to be careful – why didn't they listen? She was just starting her final year of school.

     "Brea?" Spencer's voice drew her from her thoughts.

     "Hey Spence." She shifted in her seat. She tried to be as comfortable around him as she had before, but after bonding with Jackson, she grew nervous around her friend whenever it was just the two of them.

     "Do you know what's going on?"

     Brea sat herself upright. "What...what do you mean?"

      "Your parents just came over to my place. They sent me over here. Your mom looked pretty pissed." He held his hands out. "I didn't have a chance to get my gloves."

     "Spence...I have to tell you something..."

     "Me first. I don't know how long we have." He eyed his front door across the street. "I'm sorry I've been all weird around you lately."

     "Spence...please..."

     "I've been thinking about stuff, stuff that's gone against everything I've ever said. I know you've been thinking a lot too." He slid closer to her.

     This was the last thing Brea wanted to hear at the moment. She stood and faced Spencer. "Spence, I need to tell you something. I've been keeping a secret for a while."

     "I know." He smirked. "I'm drawn to you too." He grabbed her arms, pulling her down for a kiss.

     The jolt of a familiar feeling coursed through Brea as she kissed Spencer back. The surprise of the stinging feeling had caused her to shove Spencer back. "No, no, no..." She muttered.

     Spencer reached for her arm, trying to comfort her. "Brea?" This wasn't the reaction he had hoped to get. After years of flirting, she was upset to have proof that they were meant for each other - what happened?

     "Gabriella Preston. Spencer Thomas. Into the house. NOW." Boomed John's voice.

     Brea touched her chest and began to cry. "Oh no." she whimpered.

     "He didn't see us, did he?" Spencer began to worry.

     "No, no, no. This can't be happening now." Brea began talking to herself. There was only one thing that could have possibly angered her dad that much. How had she become so careless?

     The two entered the house, heading right for the living room. Based on the sounds of anger coming from John, it's where they were expected to be. John followed them closely, with Rose and Michael storming behind. "Sit." John's voice boomed.