•Limerence• ~ Spoby One-Shots~

The Tutor

General POV:

As Emily and Spencer were walking down the hallways of Rosewood High School, they bump into a poster. Not just any poster, a tutoring poster. Listed with all the names, the "devil" himself, Toby Cavanaugh.

Emily's POV:

Toby Cavanaugh needed a tutor for french?
I would do it but sadly I'm not taking french.

"Toby needs a tutor." I told spencer.

"Yeah-he does." Spencer said.

"You're taking AP french right?" I asked.

"Yep and I'm going to tutor him. It's the only way he can talk to me about Alison, Jenna and him being framed." Spencer said.

"Wait you think he's being framed?" I asked.

"Yes because I am too." Spencer said.

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Spencer's POV:

I cant believe I have to tutor Toby but I know I have too it's the only way I can get him to talk about Ali, Jenna, and him being framed. But before I tutor Toby, I have to talk to oh god, Ian that i won't be making it to practice.
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As I walked the steps of the Cavanaugh house I notice their mail scattered around the sidewalk. As generous as I am, I decide to pick them up. I had to admit, even walking on the steps of the house gave me the chills. Although I knew it was a regular house, It wasn't a house that you walk by everyday and think it's just a family. It's more than that. It's the Cavanaugh house.

I knocked on the door and waited a few seconds but no answer. I went to go knock again but something cut me off. The way he opened the door seemed to scare me then I saw him. It was him. the boy that took the fall for the "accident", the boy who was sent to juvie, the boy was Toby Cavanaugh.

"Hi, I-I noticed this was on the ground as i was walking up." I said and slightly bit my lip.

He took the stack of mail and went to close the door but I stop him.

"Wait I'm—here to tutor you." i said

"Someone from the school called to tell you didn't they?" I continued.

He slammed the door in my face. That's great.
But then, he opened the door.

"Why you?" Toby asked.

"Because I'm in AP french. And I volunteered." I explained.

"Look I have all you assignments together and I've worked on a schedule for the rest of the semester. If we meet three times a week we can-" I was cut off when I heard a door slam shut.

Toby steps out of his house and closes the door.

"You-you can't come in. Jenna's home." He tells me.

"Ok. Well is there somewhere else we can go?" I ask.

"I-I can't go somewhere else." he tells me and looks down at his feet.

I notice a metal ankle brace around his foot. it's a tracker. I felt a pang of guilt when I saw that.
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After the tutor session, I went back to Emily's house to help her with her homework. I lie down on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

"What are your thoughts on genetic modification? Emily asks.

"Art scientist playing god? How it'll effect human health in the long term" I replied.

"So I'm against it." Emily replied.

"He's different." i say.

"How?" Emily asks.

"Uh I meant he's different than I thought he would be." I tell her

"There something about him that's—I don't know." I say.

"Wow a question Spencer Hastings can't answer..interesting." Emily says.

"I was trying to find a connection with Alison and Toby. Me and Toby." I say.

"We're sure he didn't do it right? And yet someone found out a way to make him look extremely guilty." I say.

"I kind of feel bad."

Everything goes silent.

"Well I have to go have to go back tomorrow anyways. See you Emily"