You have two choices right now. Wait until your ex fixes his face and talk to him, or leave the party entirely.

Until you make eye contact.

Great, just great.

You and Spencer hadn't left things on the best of terms. Well, he hadn't. When you two were together you felt like an Aston Martin but when he left it felt like be had drove you into a ditch, then ran and hid. Which made you hate him.

Well, hate is a strong word. You still loved Spencer— obviously. How could you not? You two had tons of fun when you were together, if you know what I mean. But, you were still angry, and rightfully so. He didn't tell you why he left, he just did.

It had been a couple months since you last saw spencer, and you have tried so hard to move on. But, you couldn't. You missed him– the way he kissed you, the way he held you – he was wonderful. Which meant you hadn't really tried to meet people, until your friend convinced you to go to her party.

You knew you shouldn't dwell anymore, so you convince yourself and your friends that you are entirely over Spencer, even if you love him just the same. So, you put on your short lilac skirt and went to her party. You started drinking something bubbly, and quickly started making your way around the party, meeting any potential one night stands.

Then, you and Spencer lock eyes. And damn it, does he look good. But god, how could he do that to you? No explanation? You're not deserving of that. You can practically see the whispers in his eyes, which is making you think twice about this whole thing.

He starts walking up to you and you want so badly to either pull him into a closet or curse him out for wronging you, but you couldn't decide in enough time before he started to speak.

"Hello, {{user}}. How are things?" He says with that voice of his, looking you up and down before taking a sip of his drink. And you knew then, You're becoming something new, and you're definitely going home with him, with or without handcuffs.