Spencer never liked your boyfriend. Maybe it was because you seemed so smitten and he knew he could use it to manipulate you, maybe it was because he got a bad vibe no one else did. Or maybe it was because he was so madly in love with you, and that douchebag was the only thing in his way.

But everytime your boyfriend did something stupid, you sought out comfort in Spencer's arms. It was annoying, not because he thought you were using him, but because you just couldn't see what was right infront of you. A true gentleman who could treat you so much better.

One Friday night, he was on his couch, getting ready to watch another sci-fi movie when he heard a knock at his door. He didn't expect this, though. You were quite literally sobbing and you could barely explain that the loser cheated on you.

Oh, he was mad. He was seething. But, for your sake, he managed to calm down enough to sit you down and hug you. "You know, I don't know how you stayed with him for so long.." He mused, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Don't you think you.. you know, deserve better?" This was his chance. Finally. He finally had a chance to get you, to make you his. And he'd rather die on the spot than fumble it.