The Girl Behind The Lens | S.M. (Discontinued)

Part 31- Parting Ways

"I can try to stop it, all I like, hands down I've lost this fight..."

- Shawn Mendes, "Like This"
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When Spencer changes position and makes the bed shake, I wake up. I slowly open my eyes adjusting to the light, pushing back the wavy hair on my face.

I stretch my legs as far as I could before I feel my skin rub against another, sensing these weird chills. I turn my head to my right and see Spencer's face, with his ruffled hair, about 4 inches from me, sound asleep.

"Holy-"

I pushed myself back so fast that I fell of the bed with a thud. I poke my head out just enough to check if Spencer's sleeping. Of course he is, like a rock.

I still can't believe he has feelings for me. I literally dreamt about it because I am just so shocked and surprised. I am not saying his heartless or not my type, it's just that he hasn't been letting me know. Maybe I am just oblivious, but all he does is flirt with me in this cocky way, like he does with all the other girls.

Also, like I have mentioned before, he has the goal to sleep with every girl of the grade. I haven't heard or seen him actually try this done this year but you just don't change in two months.

We are friends so I know he is not this complete bad boy image he has built. Even though he can be flirty and a little egoistic, he is also sweet and thoughtful. He makes me laugh all the time and cheers me up as you can see. He was what...Shawn is.

Spence was there before Shawn and I shouldn't have pushed him off like that. It was rude from my part, feeling more guilty knowing the real reason behind it. I hope yesterday's fun makes it up. He is a really good friend to me and who knows what the future has stored.

I crawl around the bed until I found my bag with my clothes in the corner of the room in the floor. I open it and find my phone on silent with almost a million calls from my mom. I am so dead.

I shove my phone in my pocket and grab my wet and cold clothes from the air conditioner. I put my shoes on and notice what I am wearing. I better run to my room when I get home to change.

I stand up and was ready to go out when I feel this guiltiness come over me, about leaving without saying goodbye. I look at his night stand and see a piece of paper and a pencil beside it.

I walk to it and silently write:

Hey, I had an amazing time yesterday. Thank you for everything. Hope we can do it again :)

Luna

I look at him one more time and smile, pushing one hair strand out of his face. I walk out the door and slowly go down the stairs, making zero sound. I hear the clanking of a utensil against a plate when it's too late.

"Boo" Matt whispers in my ear causing me to jump like three feet up in the air.

"You piece of shit" I said and placed a hand over my chest.

"Sneaking out of his room, huh? Runaway clothes and all. How was last night? From one to ten-" Matt said and I cut him off.

"Zero, because nothing happened" I said and it was like I told him the world was gonna end. He just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Anymore questions?" I said with a smirk.

"No, I am just impressed. I have never heard that answer before" he said and now I am a little bit confused.

"Your life is so boring that you wake up early to ask the girl how good it was? Pathetic" I chuckled.

"Working at McDonald's makes it hard to find girls dumb enough to be with you, right?" I said and patted his shoulder.