And Now the Tables Do Turn

Two days earlier.

Describing Spencer Monroe in one word wasn't hard at all: hot. Between her looks, that tight little body, and the fact that she couldn't stand me, she was the picture of pleasure. I can't count the number of times I've cursed the fact that John got with her before I did.

Spencer stopped outside of my apartment and slammed the car in park. "You're welcome," she said, flipping the lock. Her hand didn't leave the gear shifter as she waited for me to get out of the car.

I reached for the door handle and looked over at her. "Want to come in?" I offered.

She scoffed loudly. "Why would I want to do that?"

I opened the passenger door and shrugged. Acting on an impulse, I reached across the grabbed her keys from the ignition before taking off. She yelled something at me as I entered my apartment, but I paid no mind.

I made it to the kitchen, where I hid her keys in the back of the silverware drawer. I heard her enter the apartment and I yelled, "I'm in the kitchen!" I heard a sigh followed by the click of her heels on the floor.

I began routing through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. "What are you doing?" she asked, sounding testy.

"I'm hungry," I stated simply, setting two beer bottles on the counter, as well as a container of spaghetti that didn't look too old. I crossed the kitchen to retrieve a fork and took a bite before offering her one of the bottles.

"We just came from a party and you're already drinking again?" she questioned, simply looking at the bottle.

I shrugged, twisting the cap off the second bottle and taking a nice swig of it. "Yeah, I guess."

What she didn't realize was that I was hardly drunk to begin with. I'd had some to drink at the party, but most of my behavior at the current time was fueled by conscious decisions.

She pursed her lips, staring at the bottle I was extending to her. I gave her a grin. "Now you're just being rude." Begrudgingly, she sighed quietly and took the bottle. "That'a girl."

I smirked as she rolled her eyes and took a drink.

I took that time to study her. That shirt, just damn. The front of the tank top was so low that she threatened to spill out of it. I could make out the shape of her black bra. She looked around the kitchen and her hair, in curls, fell off of her neck, exposing her smooth, pale skin.

"So, tell me: where's the boy tonight?" I asked, leaning against the counter as I took another bite of spaghetti.

"Family thing. Stephen's with him. Why so curious?" she asked, her voice full of hostility.

"Am I not allowed to question the whereabouts of my best friends-slash-band mates?"

"Not when you're drunk and alone with your best friend's girlfriend who's boobs you can't stop staring at," she stated, tilting her head to the side and smiling knowingly.

I could tell I was blushing a bit, but I laughed it off. "Well, what am I supposed to do? I mean, they're right there."

She rolled her eyes and took another drink. "What'd you do with my keys?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," I told her with a wink.

"What are you, twelve?" she questioned, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"You're confusing my age with the size of my penis," I informed her with a smirk.

"This is the last time I'm going to ask-"

"What happens if I don't give you your keys this time, if it's the last time you're going to ask?" I interrupted her.

"If you don't give me my keys, I will rip your balls off," she threatened, slamming her beer bottle down on the counter.

"Kinky; I like it," I winked at her and she rolled her eyes again. She then sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "C'mon, just stay awhile. What's the worse that could happen?" She simply scoffed.

I shrugged, downing the rest of my beer before grabbing another bottle from the fridge. I returned to the counter and watched Spencer as she looked around again.

"This place is kind of a sty," she said with a little bit of a laugh.

I smiled, catching her eye. "This is nothing. I actually cleaned...a little the other day."

"I'm sure you did," she said, finishing off her beer as well. I could tell that she was loosening up, and that was pretty good. She crossed the kitchen, grabbing another beer.

I watched her walk and my heart rate increased. Before I could stop myself, I was staring at her. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked. She was barefoot, but she was still walking on her tiptoes slightly.

She leaned against the counter and looked at me, frowning slightly. "Are you done staring at me?" she asked, her frown turning to a small smirk.

I let out a nervous laugh, heat rising up the back of my neck. "Uhm, yeah," I said with a nod. She nodded back and a silence ensued. I opened the pantry and pulled out a bottle of vodka and as many shot glasses as I could carry.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I set everything on the counter and went back for more shot glasses.

"Never Have I Ever," I said, filling up the eight shot glasses and pushing four towards her.

"You can't be serious." Spencer scoffed and arranged the glasses in a neat little row. "We're going to incorporate drinking into a game that twelve year olds play at slumber parties? There is something so wrong with that." She laughed, taking a long drink of beer before setting the bottle in the sink. "Let's do this."

"Never have I ever had a vagina," I said with a wink and she groaned.

"That is hardly fair!" she argued before downing a shot none-the-less. She took a moment, running her tongue over her teeth before taking her turn. "Never have I ever been in a band."

"Low blow, Spence," I told her, shaking my head before downing my own shot.

"At least I didn't mention your junk," she said, giggling quietly.

"You really are a light-weight," I told her.

"I am not!" she argued with a groan.

"You've had two beers and a shot and you're already giggling like a school girl. You're a light-weight." She scowled at me.

Determined to prove me wrong, she picked up one of her remaining shots and downed it instantly, doing the same with the others as well. After her third consecutive shot, her eyes widened as the alcohol burned her throat and she coughed.

"That's not how you're supposed to play the game," I informed her, slightly shocked by what she had just done. She just kind of laughed, smiling widely. I couldn't help but laugh as well, shaking my head.

An hour later, Spencer was still plastered. She had even downed the three shots that were supposed to have been mine to further prove the point that she "wasn't a light-weight."

Despite being highly intoxicated, she could carry out a decent conversation. We had gotten into a heavy discussion on the true meaning of the end of Lost. She was leaning on the counter and the front of her shirt was becoming increasingly lower. Her voice wasn't slurred much, but she was talking rather fast.

By three in the morning, she couldn't stop yawning. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to drive so I took her wrist and guided her down the hall to my room. I dug through my drawers and handed her a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. My sheets were slightly disgusting but she was so drunk I was surprised she was able to stand.

I left the room as she changed. I stood outside, leaning against the wall. She opened the door once she'd changed and my eyes widened.

"Are you just going to stay out there?" she asked, leaning against the door, looking me over.

"I planned on sleep on the couch," I explained with a shrug, shoving my hands into my pockets. She smiled, taking a few steps into the hall.

"You're sweet," Spencer said. Heat rose up the back of my neck as she stood extremely close to me. The curve of her waist was strongly accentuated by my shirt which hugged her perfectly. Her eyes were becoming slightly blood-shot at this point and she looked slightly lost. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at me.

I could smell the alcohol on her breath and her hands were slightly shaky as she gripped the front of my t-shirt. "Spencer," I said quietly as I could feel her moving towards me.

"Shhh," she said, her lips barely an inch from mine.

Our lips connected slowly and both of our movements were hesitant. Our lips moved together cautiously. Moving into uncharted territory, I raised my hands to her waist. Her skin was warm, even through the fabric of the shirt. She released the handfuls of my shirt and her hands moved up to my neck. Despite the strong taste of alcohol on her breathe, I could taste vanilla on her. Her fingers wove through the hair at the base of my skull as my thumbs grazed over the inch if skin exposed between her shirt and pants. She pulled away and for two seconds, we looked at each other before diving back in, this time not so hesitantly.

I cupped her cheek as our tongues fought for dominance. I turned, leaning her against the wall as my hand slipped up the back of her shirt. I pressed my palm against the warm skin of the small of her back. She squirmed slightly, smiling against my lips as my thumb brushed a ticklish spot on her side.

She pulled away, smiling softly as she licked her lips quickly. Her eyes darted over my face before she reached between us and started to push my shirt up. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"Spencer," I said as I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "W-we can't d-do this."

"Who's stopping us?" She kissed the corner of my mouth slowly and without thinking about it, I released her wrist.

As much as I hated it, I wanted her something fierce. She was drunk, her eyes slightly bloodshot and her breath reeked of alcohol, yet she was in front of me, attempting to take my clothes off. I didn't want to stop her, so I didn't.

She pulled my shirt over my head and ran her nails down my chest. I put my arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. I kissed her roughly, throwing my inhibitions out the window. I tugged her shirt off quickly and I didn't mind the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. I lifted her up and she locked her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her fingers raked through my hair as our lips moved together. I walked us to my room and collapsed with her on my bed.

I leaned over her and couldn't help but stare at her. Her hair was splayed across the red sheets and she was biting her bottom lip. I let out a quiet breath as she got impatient and raised her hips to mine. I clenched my jaw, struggling to hold back a groan. She read my expression and smirked before repeating her action. The groan made it past my lips that time and she giggled before pulled me down to her.

As my lips moved from hers, down to her jaw as she fumbled with my belt buckle. I sucked at the skin of her neck and she moaned quietly. The taste of her skin was overwhelming and I pushed down her sweatpants down quickly. She finally managed to push my jeans down my hips and she reached into my boxers, taking my length into her hand.

I shuddered, brushing my lips over hers. "You're killing me," I whispered to her, my lips against her ear. She giggled innocently and released me as I kicked my jeans and boxers to the floor.

I looked down at Spencer and she pressed her lips together, smiling slightly. Her lips were raw and red from kissing. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. I could see the outline of her ribs above her flat stomach. I placed my hand in the crevice behind her knee before kissing her knee, then her thigh and her hip. Her naval was next, followed by her shoulder, her neck, her cheek and her lips.

"You're beautiful," I whispered to her, my lips touching hers. Once again being impatient, she raised her hips to mine and I groaned loudly, the sound muffled against the skin of her jaw. "Condom," I grumbled, pulling away from her to reach for my night stand.

"I'm on the pill," she said, pulling me back to her. I shrugged to myself, kissing her shoulder again. She latched a leg around my hips, allowing me to ease into her.

She groaned loudly from the contact and sunk her nails into the skin of my back. I smirked to myself and pressed into her further. She turned her face towards me and smiled as she pulled me down to her, pushing her lips against mine roughly.

An hour and a half later, Spencer was lying beside me, her body slick with sweat and her breathing still heavy. She was on her stomach, the sheet draped over her hindquarters. I was on my side looking down at her. Her hair was rumpled yet still curly and it lie across the pane of her back. I could only guess what was going through her head at that moment.

"You're staring again," she said quietly, turning her head to look over at me. I smiled, knowing she'd caught me. It killed me to tear my eyes away from the slope of her back and the small dimples in her skin in the small of her back.

"I can't really help it," I told her. She raised her eyebrows as I reached out and toyed with the ends of her hair.

Spencer sighed quietly through her nose. "God," she said, looking around the room.

"Not exactly, but close," I joked. She gave me a deadpan look and I laughed quietly. She rolled away, taking the sheet with her. "Where are you going?"

"I need another drink," she informed me, wrapping the blanket around her body in an obscure toga. She headed for the door and I scrambled out of the bed, grabbing the other blanket at the foot of the bed before going after her. As I went, I wrapped the blanket around my waist.

By the time I got to the kitchen, she was already sitting on the counter. There was a bottle of Jack Daniel's in her hand and as I approached, she took a long drink of it. She twisted the cap on, grimacing as she did. She pushed her hair out of her face and pursed her lips as I stood between her legs in front of the counter.

"Going all hostile on me again?" I questioned, half joking. She didn't respond, only grabbed the bottle again and took an even longer drink. "You regret it, don't you?"

"Regret, yeah. But do I wish the sex hadn't happened, not at all," Spencer said, pressing her lips together.

"That's kind of a warped answer, don't you think?"

She laughed bitterly. "Yeah, no kidding. I'm fucked up, aren't I?" she asked rhetorically. "I just fucked my boyfriend's best friend and I'm upset that I cheated on my boyfriend, but the sex was so great that it evens out."

"That is a bit messed up," I said with a shrug.

"Mhmm," she agreed, the bottle against her lips. After her drink, I took the bottle from her and took a long drink of my own. The alcohol burned my throat, but that was nothing compared to the burning feeling of guilt and lust that swarmed in my stomach.

I set the bottle on the counter and put a hand on Spencer's knee which was covered by the sheet. She let out a quiet sigh, running her tongue over her lips quickly. She sighed as my hand slid higher.

"Josh," she said quietly, looking down to her lap.

"What, Spence?" My brow furrowed, feeling rather concerned.

She looked up from her lap and avoided making eye contact. I could tell that her eyes were wet and she was biting her lip so hard that I thought for sure it'd be bleeding. She sighed again heavily and reached for the bottle. She took three long drinks before setting it down. She pushed me away, sliding off the counter before returning to my bedroom. I heard her hiccup in the hallway and I took a drink before following her.

She was lying in the middle of the bed on her side. She'd draped the sheet over her and I climbed over her onto the side of the bed that was against the wall. "You okay?" I asked her, clearing my throat.

She nodded before scooting closer to me, to my surprise. She rested her head against my chest and hesitantly, I put my arms around her. I pushed her hair off her forehead and within a few moments, she was drifting off to sleep. She grumbled something I couldn't make out.

"Spence?"

She mumbled a few things incoherently. A few things though, I could make out. "I love you, John," she said clearly though, her voice slurred and heavy with sleep.

I barely slept that night. She wasn't a happy camper when she woke up in the morning, angry and severely hungover. She slapped me and took off, furious. After she left, I could barely drag myself out of bed.

The day passed extremely slowly and I was restless. I couldn't sleep the following night and I stared at the ceiling for hours on end. I couldn't stop think about that god damn girl who I obviously couldn't have. That god damn girl with the beautiful smile and the challenging smirk. That fucking god damn girl that was the reason that I couldn't sleep and couldn't even think.

At three in the morning, I groaned, reaching for my phone. I restricted my number and called Spencer, just wanting to hear her voice. I didn't figure she'd be awake, but her personal recording on her voice mail would be enough to relax me.

To my surprise, she answered, sounding half asleep. The fact that she answered shocked me and I switched into douche mode.

"Hey sexy, what are you wearing?" I asked, shocking myself as soon as the words passed my lips.

She groaned angrily. "Why the fuck are you calling me at three in the morning, asshole?" she demanded. Wow, she really did hate me.

"Just to chit-chat," I joked, forcing myself to laugh.

"One person doesn't call another in the wee hours of the morning to 'chit chat.' Especially the night after the two people in question slept together the night before. Now what do you want?"

"Testy, aren't we? Well, I have two questions."

"Proceed," she dared me.

"How was date night?

"How did you know I went out with John tonight?" she snapped at me. I smirked to myself, slipping into my normal routine of being an ass.

"I followed you to the restaurant."

"You're lying."

I laughed once. "You caught me. Your boy tweeted about it. Also--"

"Good night," she said firmly. I could head her pull the phone away from her ear.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, hoping to catch her attention. "I have one more question!"

"Well, hurry the fuck up, asshole."

I smirked silently, knowing what I was about to say would deliver a low blow. "How did it feel fucking John tonight? I mean, at the time that you fucked him, it'd been less that twenty-four hours since I had you on your back in my bed, begging for more. Did you feel guilty? Honestly though, who was better?"

"Fuck you, you asshole," she spat at me through the phone. "I suggest you watch your mouth and stay the fuck away from me. You disgust me!" She hung up on me before saying another word and I groaned. I threw my phone across the room and it landed on my sofa.

I forced myself to sleep after that, knowing I had to actually do something the next day.

Band practice was a time where I knew I could think and clear my mind. Though it was hard to look at John without feeling slightly guilty, yet jealous at the same time. I mean, he got to fuck that beautiful girl of his whenever he pleased. Brian was late as always, so we warmed up while we waited.

Once practice was in full swing, my mind cleared. Stephen's long term girlfriend Dree was watching from the doorway, which I was used to. Brian started yelling at us at one point for God knows what and Dree left. She returned back as we started at the bridge of Chelsea with Spencer in tow.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing jeans even though it was nearing one hundred degrees outside, and she looked lethal in them. The smooth, tan skin of her back was exposed by her black tanktop. Her hair was tied up into a messy bun and her eyes looked brighter than ever. Her and John were flirting as best they could and it was disgusting.

She looked away from John and I caught her eye. The eye contact sent a jolt through my body and I missed a note in the song, then another. I completely lost the beat and rolled my eyes, trying to catch up.

When the song was over, Stephen turned to me. "Josh, what the hell was that?"

"I don't know, just slipped," I lied, my eyes flickering to Spencer.

"Hey, you," I heard John say to her and my stomach clenched. I picked up a water bottle, turning away from her. I could hear bits of their conversation and I couldn't help but turn back around to face her.

John embraced her and my pulse pounded in my ears. I gripped the water bottle tightly and it made a crackling noise. I tried to block out the sounds of their conversation and was mostly successful. Brian came back in a minute later, teasing Spencer by asking her if John was allowed to return to practice. She smile and nodded, heading out of the room. Before she was out of the room, she turned and our eyes met again before she was out of sight.

Damn.