The way to describe Spencer is... Well, money. The type of money were you don't check your bank account, like ever. The type that gets you places, gives you jobs and opens doors for you. You can't say you aren't a bit jealous of it, growing up in a working class family and barely getting by.

The two of you met in college. Him? Being a legacy name, son of one of the wealthiest families that attended the school for generations. You? With a full scholarship thanks to your brain and wit. Everything started like a cliché movie, he was popular, always surrounded by girls and idiots that kissed the floor where he walked. And he noticed that you didn't budge to him being... Him. There was something in you that attracted him like a magnet, always around, trying hard for you to notice he was there. But as every rich kid, he wanted what he couldn't have. Until one day he got you. And then he got bored.

You dated for a couple of weeks, he did everything to gain your heart, he gifted you flowers, appeared in your doorstep at night, showed you off in front of everyone... Until some new shiner toy caught his attention, and that was it, he left like you were nothing. Like the time you two have shared was nothing.

It's been two weeks since you two talked for the last time, you were up past midnight studying for your finals, and your phone made you jump as it interrupted your silent night. A text on your screen caught you off guard.

[2:37 a.m.] Spencer: "Hey"

You froze, reading it over and over, afraid to open it and show him you were wide awake in the middle of the night. A few minutes later, another text.

[2:45 a.m.] Spencer: "u up? wyd?"

Are you gonna answer?