Letting Go

Chapter Two

"Are you gonna invite me in or what?" His voice tore me out of my reverie. "Yeah sorry. Come in" I said quickly as
I closed the door behind me.

"Wow out of all the years of knowing you, I have never been invited into your house." He told me as if it was a coincidence.

"Yeah I had planned to keep it that way. Thank my mother for ruining my plans" And as if on que my mother walked into the living room where we were standing.

"Oh Spencer, I’m so glad you could make it." She went over and gave him a hug.

"Well thank you for inviting me Mrs Adams. You have a lovely home."

What? Where was this charming attitude coming from. What a suck- up.

"Excuse me Jen?" He asked. That's when I realised I had said that last word out loud.

"Jen, be nice" my mom said shooting daggers in my direction. Well this is gonna be a long night.

"Mrs Adams the meat loaf is absolutely amazing." I don't think I need to inform you of who made that comment.

"Oh darling it’s only a pleasure" she replied flattered.

He got up and started clearing the table while I just stared at him in shock.

"Oh honey you don't have to do that, Jen take those from him" she turned to me and said.

"Oh I'll just help Jen then. We all know how clumsy she can be" he said while smirking at me. I got up and cleared the rest of the dinner things quite annoyed at his comment while my mother simply chuckled nodding her head in agreement.

“I am not clumsy” I mumbled stalking to the kitchen. “Sure you’re not, love” I heard Spencer say from behind me, obviously hearing my previous comment.

As soon as we got into the kitchen I turned around to look at him.

"What the hell was that?" I asked.

"What was what?" He responded knowingly.

"You know what, you know that big charming, perfect, pretty boy fake attitude" I said moving my index finger in the air gesturing to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jen" he said raising an eyebrow. "Oh please, and I told you not to call me that" I said poking him in the chest.

"Your mom calls you that" he retorted lowering his head slightly down to mine.

"That's my mom, what am I supposed to say; don't call me by the name you gave me?" I said with a 'duh' tone pulling back. Like no, who says that to their mother.

I thought you said Jen wasn't your name?" He said thinking that he had won. Like the mature adult I am I just rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen.

"Come on she's gonna wonder what's taking so long" I said covering the fact I couldn’t compile a good enough comeback.

"Yeah what would she think we were doing" he said raising an eyebrow once again.

Damn sick mind.

"Spencer, don't be gross." I complained swatting his chest with the palm of my hand. Unfortunately he caught my hand in his own “You don’t seem to keep your hands to yourself today hey. Always trying to touch me, is there something you want to confess Jen?” before I had time to respond my mother saved the day by calling us into the living room.

“Spence, Jen come into the living room would you. You won’t believe what I found.” As we rounded the entrance of the living room I spotted her amazing discovery- baby photo albums. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and my feet seemed glued to the floor. Spencer not at all affected by this walked briskly past me and took a seat next to my mom, picking up one of the many albums that lay on the coffee table.