Chapter Three

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♡Spencer's POV♡

Kendall and I made our way down to the cafeteria, which in my opinion serves some pretty good, decent food. As he ordered French toast and coffee, I ordered tea and a muffin.

"How's Melanie?" I asked, trying to avoid the seriously awkward tension between us. I can tell neither of us are good at picking up conversations.

"She's.. Not so good. I see her and I know she gets worse every day. I wish there was something I can do to just make my baby girl feel better" he sighed, and played with his hands ,picking at his French toast with his fork.

I didn't know what to tell the guy, there's nothing really to tell a person when it comes to this situation. I reached for his hand across the table and slightly squeezed it, he looked at our hands for a moment and soon a smile grew across his face. "Hey the doctors here are one of the best in California, I'm still here, so Melanie will be okay" I let go of his hand and took a sip out of my tea.

He ran his hand through his hair, glanced at his phone and stood up quickly. "Hey sorry Mel is out, maybe we can see each other later? My friend is playing at this club later on tonight in sunset blvd see you there?" He put his phone in his pocket, I stood and nodded.

[couple hours later]

After talking to my doctor and allowing her to let me go to a club I sent Dylan to my apartment to find a dress that I could've worn to the club.

"Jeez Spence do you wear anything but sweatpants. This is all I could've picked out for you sweetheart" Dylan laid the short black dress on the bed.

I took my pill, and packed some in my bag in case of emergency.

I put my hair in a messy French side braid and walked out of the hospital waiting for the taxi to come.

When I got there, there was nothing but fancy cars and girls with super short dresses. I grabbed my clutch and walked inside, I looked around looking for Kendall, no where to be found. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't drink, I can't smoke, I don't even know how to dance. I just stood there like a statue texting Dylan. I felt an arm around my waist, I smiled at the thought of it being Kendall. I turned and there he was. Wearing a plaid shirt, tight black jeans, a black v-neck and a drink on one hand.

"Hey you came! You look great by the way" he chuckled, looking down at me and lead me to a more deserted section.

"there's a lot of people here. I'm not really used to it" I smiled and walked around with Kendall as he held my hand.

"Hey you want a drink?" I was about to say yes but I couldn't, why? I didn't know but I always listen to my doctor. "Um no thanks I don't drink" he nodded and sipped from his drink.

"I have to go the bathroom I'll be back" I let go of his hand and made my way through the people.

"I don't believe it... Spencer?!?" I turned and saw him. My exboyfriend, Kyle. I loved him. We were high school sweethearts. I broke up with him when I found out about my cancer but I never did get over him.

"Kyle? I haven't seen you in.."

"Four years Spencer. When you dumped me." I shook my head and turned walking back to the bathroom.

He held my wrist and pulled me aside. "Spence, you look beautiful. I still think of you. I was worried to death about you. You're here... You're here" he hugged me tightly, he wrapped his arms around me rubbing my back, placing small kisses behind my ear.

"Stop it please..please" I moved my head to the side, pushing him off.

Tears ran down my face, I shook my head at him begging him to leave me alone. I went to the bar and looked at the drinks. What the hell do I get there's so many. I decided to just get vodka with cranberry juice and walked to the bathroom, my mascara was slightly smeared. I felt noxious, I grabbed a couple pills and looked down at them. Who am I. I don't want to live this way. I chugged down the pills with the drink and shrugged it off.

I walked out, heading back to where Kendall was, the whole place felt as if it was spinning, I stumbled at least on two people, I saw Kendall looking at me and rushed to me. "Spence are you okay. Spencer look at me you like pale spence!"

I closed my eyes and from there on everything was just black.

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