one simple word could categorize you; a total diva.

half of the population in the world tried to get with you, but you were hard to please. they would have to climb mount everest to even get a glance from you.

you had the power to make men and women cry, but under your pretty face, you had a kind soul and that’s exactly what made spencer fall for you.

spencer wasn’t stupid, he knew he never had a chance with you. but he couldn’t get over how pretty you were. maybe you were teasing him, but his knees always buckled when you’d give him those teasing looks.

it was impossible for him to even start a simple conversation with you. but he couldn’t help it, when your piercing eyes met his, he stuttered so much.

it got even worse when you got paired up with him to overlook a crime scene. the way your blouse perfectly outlined your body… he was fucked.

"spencer, hello?" you called out, glancing back and noticing how his gaze had wandered far below where it should've been.

"spence, my eyes are up here," you teased with a soft laugh, the corners of your mouth curling.

"i—i what?" he stammered, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as his eyes darted around nervously. you'd never seen him so flustered, and honestly? it was kind of adorable.