What We've Become

Chapter Twelve: What To Do, What To Do

Chapter Twelve: What To Do, What To Do

Cody's POV:

Cody started pacing his room like a caged lion, running his hand through his hair over and over again. Spencer and her suitcase were gone, but that was expected. Even though it didn't catch him by surprise, a small part of him was sad she left.

All he could think about was how could something that felt so right be so wrong? He was so sure, he was so happy. Couldn't Spencer see how much that was destroying him? Why didn't she mention that she had a boyfriend back in New York? He would've never kissed her if he knew, no matter how badly he'd wanted to.

It all came crashing down on him the moment he read that heartbreaking text.

But then again, she wouldn't have kissed him back so passionately if she hadn't felt anything back.

But why would she have kissed him back if she had a boyfriend?

It was all so confusing, and he didn't want to think about. However, he apparently didn't have a say in the matter. His subconscious always drifted back to her perfect self, and his mind was always clouded with thoughts of her.

Why could nothing in his life just be simple? Why did there always have to be something that went wrong?

Spencer was the only woman for him, and she was perfect. She was his other half, and whenever she was with him, he felt complete. He would never be happy if he let her go, knowing she was somewhere else and not by his side. He knew no other woman would be right for him, that no one else would make him feel the same way as she did.

Feeling exasperated and defeated, he threw himself on his bed, landing right on his back. He covered his face with his arms and let out a gigantic breath he didn't realize he was holding in.

He flipped over and sat up. In a complete fit of a rage, he punched the headboard.

After the burning sensation left his hand, it was throbbing in pain. He gingerly held his hand and leaned back.

"What am I going to do?" he asked himself before coming up with a slightly different question. "How am I going to fix this?"

Those words endlessly bounced around in his skull as he relentlessly pursued the answer.

He could apologize about the kiss. But that would imply that he was sorry about or regretted kissing her, which would only be a complete lie. Plus, she was the one who was at fault for not telling him about her relationship with this Jack Connor person, so if anyone should be apologizing to someone, it should be her to him.

He could pretend it never happened. But, previously mentioned, there was no way he could pretend it was no big deal, because it was a monumentally gigantic deal. He told her he loved her for goodness sakes!

That left one thing that he should do: go to New York and fix the colossal problem there. If his fist just so happened to come in contact with Jack's face, well, life is life.

He would teach him that Spencer was his, not anybody else's.

As he was further approaching the subject, the clearer the plan was that was forming in his mind.

First, he would go to Spencer's house in New York. If that Connor guy just so happened to be there, he would teach him a lesson. He wanted, no needed, to make it clear that he was never to lay a finger on Spencer ever again.

Next, he would have a long talk with Spencer. He would work things out with her and he would confess all of the things he's been wanting to since freshman year.

Finally, well, that would be a surprise.

So it was settled. Cody would fight for his girl the way he should've five years ago, literally and possibly physically.

He decided he would leave that night. He knew he couldn't fall asleep that night no matter how hard he would try. He needed to see Spencer.

He packed some clothes and other necessities, then lugged it downstairs to the kitchen with his awaiting mother tapping her foot on the hardwood floor in rhythm with her fingernails on the island.

"I'm going to New York," Cody announced after an unbearable and uncomfortable long silence.

Susan sighed before saying, "I know."

Cody opened his arms wide, inviting his mother in for a tight embrace.

"Go get her, baby," Mrs. Henry whispered in his ear.

"I will, Mom," he assured her, releasing her to get to the airport. According to his laptop, there was only an hour until his flight departed.

He also called a taxi, and he clambered in, giving the taxi driver the name and location of his destination.

After he went through all of the annoying airport things, he slipped into his window seat. He closed his eyes and got ready for the impending flight.

Oh, Spencer, he thought to himself. The things I do for you.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been super busy :/

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Pieces of cake (ice cream is my absolute favorite),

I.M.