I wore this camisole yesterday. And these boots.”
Wren chuckled. “You’re so lovably anal.”
Spencer ducked her head at the word love .
She quickly showered, rinsing her head and body. Her heart was still pounding. She felt overcome with nerves, anxious that she was late for school, troubled by the Toby nightmare, but totally blissed about Wren. When she came out of the shower, Wren was sitting on the bed. The apartment smelled like hazelnut coffee. Spencer reached for Wren’s hand and slowly slid his silver ring off his finger and put it on her thumb. “It looks good on me.” When she looked at him, Wren wore a small, unreadable smile. “What?” Spencer asked.
“You’re just…” Wren shook his head and shrugged. “It’s hard for me to remember you’re still in high school. You’re just so…together.”
Spencer blushed. “I’m really not.”
“No, you are. It’s like…you actually seem more together than—”
Wren stopped, but Spencer knew he’d been going to say, More together than Melissa . She felt herself swell with satisfaction. Melissa might have won the fight for their parents, but Spencer had won the battle for Wren. And that was the one that mattered.
Spencer strode up her house’s long, brick-paved driveway. It was now 9:10 A.M ., and second period at Rosewood Day had already started. Her father would be long gone to work by now, and with any luck, her mom would be at the stables.
She opened the front door. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator. She tiptoed up to her room, reminding herself that she’d have to forge a tardy slip from her mother—and then realizing that she’d never had to forge a tardy slip before. Every year, Spencer earned Rosewood Day’s perfect-attendance and punctuality awards.
“Hey.”
Spencer screamed and whirled around, her schoolbag slipping from her hands.
“Jesus.” Melissa stood in the doorway. “Calm down.”
“W-Why aren’t you in class?” Spencer asked, her nerves vibrating.
Melissa wore dark pink velour sweatpants and a faded Penn T-shirt, but her blunt-cut, chin-length blond hair was held back by a navy blue headband. Even when Melissa relaxed, she still managed to look uptight. “Why aren’t you in class?”
Spencer ran her hand along the back of her neck, finding it sweaty. “I…I forgot something. I had to come back.”
“Ah.” Melissa gave her a mysterious smile. Chills ran up Spencer’s spine. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, about to topple over. “Well, I’m actually glad you’re here. I’ve thought about what you said on Monday. I’m sorry about everything too.”
“Oh,” was all Spencer could think to say.
Melissa lowered her voice. “I mean, we really should be nicer to each other. Both of us. Who knows what might happen in this crazy world? Look at what happened to Alison DiLaurentis. It makes what we’re fighting about seem sort of petty.”
“Yeah,” Spencer murmured. It was sort of an odd comparison to make.
“Anyway, I talked to Mom and Dad about it, too. I think they’re coming around.”
“Oh.” Spencer ran her tongue over her teeth. “Wow. Thanks. That means a lot.”
Melissa beamed at her in response. There was a long pause, and then Melissa took another step into Spencer’s bedroom, leaning up against a cherry highboy dresser. “Sooooo…what’s going on with you? You going to Foxy? Ian asked me, but I don’t think I’m going to go. I’m probably too old.”
Spencer paused, completely thrown off guard. Was Melissa up to something? These weren’t the types of things they usually talked about. “I…uh…I don’t know.”
“Damn.” Melissa smirked. “I hope you’re going with the guy who gave you that .” She pointed at Spencer’s neck.
Spencer ran to her mirror and saw a huge, purple hickey near her collarbone. Her hands fluttered frantically to her neck. Then she noticed she was still wearing Wren’s thick silver ring.
Melissa used to
Wren chuckled. “You’re so lovably anal.”
Spencer ducked her head at the word love .
She quickly showered, rinsing her head and body. Her heart was still pounding. She felt overcome with nerves, anxious that she was late for school, troubled by the Toby nightmare, but totally blissed about Wren. When she came out of the shower, Wren was sitting on the bed. The apartment smelled like hazelnut coffee. Spencer reached for Wren’s hand and slowly slid his silver ring off his finger and put it on her thumb. “It looks good on me.” When she looked at him, Wren wore a small, unreadable smile. “What?” Spencer asked.
“You’re just…” Wren shook his head and shrugged. “It’s hard for me to remember you’re still in high school. You’re just so…together.”
Spencer blushed. “I’m really not.”
“No, you are. It’s like…you actually seem more together than—”
Wren stopped, but Spencer knew he’d been going to say, More together than Melissa . She felt herself swell with satisfaction. Melissa might have won the fight for their parents, but Spencer had won the battle for Wren. And that was the one that mattered.
Spencer strode up her house’s long, brick-paved driveway. It was now 9:10 A.M ., and second period at Rosewood Day had already started. Her father would be long gone to work by now, and with any luck, her mom would be at the stables.
She opened the front door. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator. She tiptoed up to her room, reminding herself that she’d have to forge a tardy slip from her mother—and then realizing that she’d never had to forge a tardy slip before. Every year, Spencer earned Rosewood Day’s perfect-attendance and punctuality awards.
“Hey.”
Spencer screamed and whirled around, her schoolbag slipping from her hands.
“Jesus.” Melissa stood in the doorway. “Calm down.”
“W-Why aren’t you in class?” Spencer asked, her nerves vibrating.
Melissa wore dark pink velour sweatpants and a faded Penn T-shirt, but her blunt-cut, chin-length blond hair was held back by a navy blue headband. Even when Melissa relaxed, she still managed to look uptight. “Why aren’t you in class?”
Spencer ran her hand along the back of her neck, finding it sweaty. “I…I forgot something. I had to come back.”
“Ah.” Melissa gave her a mysterious smile. Chills ran up Spencer’s spine. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, about to topple over. “Well, I’m actually glad you’re here. I’ve thought about what you said on Monday. I’m sorry about everything too.”
“Oh,” was all Spencer could think to say.
Melissa lowered her voice. “I mean, we really should be nicer to each other. Both of us. Who knows what might happen in this crazy world? Look at what happened to Alison DiLaurentis. It makes what we’re fighting about seem sort of petty.”
“Yeah,” Spencer murmured. It was sort of an odd comparison to make.
“Anyway, I talked to Mom and Dad about it, too. I think they’re coming around.”
“Oh.” Spencer ran her tongue over her teeth. “Wow. Thanks. That means a lot.”
Melissa beamed at her in response. There was a long pause, and then Melissa took another step into Spencer’s bedroom, leaning up against a cherry highboy dresser. “Sooooo…what’s going on with you? You going to Foxy? Ian asked me, but I don’t think I’m going to go. I’m probably too old.”
Spencer paused, completely thrown off guard. Was Melissa up to something? These weren’t the types of things they usually talked about. “I…uh…I don’t know.”
“Damn.” Melissa smirked. “I hope you’re going with the guy who gave you that .” She pointed at Spencer’s neck.
Spencer ran to her mirror and saw a huge, purple hickey near her collarbone. Her hands fluttered frantically to her neck. Then she noticed she was still wearing Wren’s thick silver ring.
Melissa used to
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