Spencer x Berkley
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Chapter 1
By: White Rival
The raindrops thud loudly against my window as my eyes slowly open to let in the warm light of the candle on my bedside table.
The scent of warm chai latte fills my nostrils as I roll onto the side and turn off my alarm.
I slowly drag myself up from the comfort of my bed and into my fuzzy, light brown UGG-slippers.
My tiny plaid shorts swirl around my thighs as a big, unshaped t-shirt sits on my upper body (charming pj’s, I know).
I walk towards the wooden record player that’s placed neatly on my dark dresser and put on French-exit as I start strolling out to the staircase right in front of my bedroom door.
I run down as quickly as humanly possible and only just spot my mom before I come running towards her and pull her into a tight embrace.
“Good morning sweetheart” she says in that light voice she always has in the morning.
“I already brewed you your coffee” she then hands the big, blue mug of steaming hot coffee to me. Like clockwork the aroma dulls my senses.
“you’re the best, mommy”
“I know, I know. Now, get dressed!” she gives me a playful pat on the arm as she says it.
I giggle to myself as I swiftly make my way up the stairs and take a big slurp of coffee.
I place the mug next to my record player as I open the top-drawer of my dresser and pull out a white lace camo and my favourite dark red Hollister Henley. I’m not sure as to why, but today I have a gut feeling that I should be wearing my very best outfit. I then pull out my tight flared jeans and pull them over my legs.
After that I get a good grip on my mug once again and walk towards the vanity. I calmly place myself in the big fluffy chair and start doing my makeup. I’ve had the same exact makeup routine for like… 2 years now I think? I’ve never really been very good at makeup, nevertheless I still enjoy it. The first step is a bit of concealer, then a bit of liquid red blush, some mascara and at last a bit of red tinted Chapstick from Burts bees.
Downtown girl London
I let down my curly, auburn hair from the ravished bun that sat on top of my head the entire night and decide that honestly, I don’t really want to do anything about it (it’s wash day tomorrow anyways, so who actually cares?).
I gulp the rest of the coffee in me and start packing my backpack for school. That backpack obviously also contains my newest read (and obsession if I’m being honest), The Handmaids Tale.
I check the clock 7:40, shoot, I must leave right this second if I don’t want to miss my bus!
I rampage around my room, blowing out the candle, turning of TV-girl and grabbing my headphones as I run down to my mother and kiss her goodbye on the cheek. I then fumble with getting on my black converse.
As I step outside the mix of the autumn breeze and rain hits me like a truck. I tell myself it’s not too bad. London is breathtaking this time of year after all and I do think the rain is quite magnificent.
I start half sprinting away from me and mommy’s townhouse to reach the bus stop on time.
It’s not that far away, so it should be possible. The cold breeze surrounds my fingers as my eyes fall to the colourful leaves laying scattered around the sidewalk all the way up the gloomy street. The roads are bussing with vehicles running in both lanes as my wired headphones sits securely in my ears.
I see the bus stop 100 meters away and no buss yet, phew.
My steps get slower and I try to control my breathing (at this point my physical shape is so bad it’s embarrassing).
Then, the former heavy, grey clouds that dropped bits of rain go berserk.
The rain starts pouring down and I get utterly soaked in a matter of literal seconds.
Fuck.
I try to keep my head cool as the rain keeps pounding against my body and I reach into my backpack to grab my favourite burgundy umbrella. I rapidly realize that the umbrella is nowhere to be found and that I must have forgotten it in my sudden rush this morning. It’s just so weird, I never forget my umbrella… that’s the number 1 rule of living in London.
Just as I’m about to get back up from the pavement, I realize that the rain isn’t hitting me anymore.
Peculiar, the rain usually lasts longer than that.
I then stand up and-
Ouch!
I swiftly move my hand to the top of my head as my eyes squeeze together in pure agony. That hurt like hell.
“Oh shoot, you okay?” muttered a croaky voice
“Yeah, but what the- “
My eyes suddenly clashed with a clear, jet-black set. Eyes that were framed by thick, charcoal lashes. His rain mussed, Chestnut hair sat messily at the top of his strong, rock-hard face and one of the pieces sat right at the side of his eyebrow, only drawing more attention to the shining eyebrow piercing. I soaked in the zipped leather jacket that hang upon his upper body and dark, baggy jeans placed perfectly below. In one hand he was clutching a biker helmet and in the other… oh my god. He was holding a freaking umbrella above my head. Those piercing eyes bored right into mine again as I realized… oh fuck… I’ve been staring, like, peering at him.
Say something… for flips sake… say something you moron!
“So, are you going to keep starring or take the umbrella? I think you must be quick with the decision since that bus is seconds from driving away”
Shoot, shoot, shoot!
“Uh-Ehm... thanks” I manage to stutter, my lungs not being able to get any oxygen whatsoever within them as I do.
I clam the umbrella handle within my hand, our fingers brushing in the sudden movement. My face feels boiling in the cold breeze and a tiny shot of electricity flies through my entire body in a millisecond. Also… did my heart just stop working for a second?
He starts to amble away.
“what’s your name?” I half yell in a quick movement. I don’t know what compels me to do it, but I do it nonetheless.
He doesn’t even look back as he cockily replies “Do you know your face looks like a tomato right now? and why you would like to know that, wouldn’t you stalker? Keep the umbrella”
He promptly drives away on his motorcycle, and I’m left behind feeling icy on the sidewalk as my face grows even hotter than before, kiss me by Sixspence blasts in my headphones.
Just that moment I see the bus swinging out onto the road. Fuck.
Chapter 2...
Chapter 2
My clothes cling wetly to my body throughout the entirety of first period. Algebra is hard enough to pay attention to when you’re not uncomfortably wet, impossible when you are.
The next couple of periods consists of biology and chemistry. I try to focus on what Ms Janis is saying, but my mind keeps drifting back to that guy who gave me the umbrella… it was just such a kind action, and I would like to pay him back. Not that I must… just that… it isn’t very often you come across strangers helping other strangers out randomly.
Outside the rain keeps falling in thick formations. The grass Is a pleasant forest green contrast to the entirety of my brick walled school. My school is tiny compared to most of the schools in London, we’re only about 400 people here.
As I gaze out the window the bell rings and I hastily reach down to grab my bag pack. I sling it over my shoulder and start calmly making my way out of the classroom as the flip phone in my pocket rings.
“Hi, you’re talking to Spencer- “
“Yeah, no shit! I called you”
I shake my head as a little laugh escapes my mouth.
“Hi Rora”
“You seriously need to stop talking like you’re fifty years old girl… you remind me of my mom when you do that. Yuck.”
“And you talk like you’re ten, not sixteen. I guess that makes us even huh?” I reply in a playful tone.
“I’ll let you believe that Spence. Anyways, the actual reason as to why I’m calling, because I know that right now, you’re wondering to yourself -why would such a busy, competent and important person like the one and only Rora Waters be calling me of all people?- and to that the answer is, there’s a new hottie in school. Like hottie Spence!”
I roll my eyes as the corners of my mouth tilts upwards.
“Go get your man girl”
“Spence, imma do that later. Right now, I need to know where the fuck you are so that I can find you and we can settle inside the cafeteria, because I’m starving.”
“Okay drama queen, I’m right by my locker”
“See you in two, if that can do it!”
The phone beeps as I fold it once again and place it securely in my jean pocket.
Me and Rora have been inseparable since we were 13. It all started with Rora walking up to me in recess the week after my daddy’s accident (I always sat alone) and gave me a big hug.
“My dad told me about what happened to yours, I’m sorry to hear. I know how badly it sucks”
And she really did know. After all we were the only two people in the entire school who only had one parent left, and she was, is amazing at talking about feelings. She’s one of the only people I ever really talked about the accident with, except of course my mommy.
After that day two became one. She was quite popular, I was not. But when we became friends, I started talking to more people at the school and realized that I do rather enjoy other people’s company, I just also need my alone time.
I place my bag pack inside my locker. My locker is decorated with pictures of me and Rora taken with my digicam, some party pictures, a couple cute stickers and loads, as if in loads of book quotes. Picture of Dorian Gray, Sherlock Holmes, Frankenstein, Wuthering heights, The road, Hunger games, Twilight, Misery, Fahrenheit 451, 1984, Animal farm and lastly my all-time favourite, The secret history.
As I shut the locker an (unfortunately) recognizable voice hovers over me.
“Hey Spence”
He says in a flirty tone and puts his arm on the locker right above my head, making me press as hard as I physically can against the lockers as to not touch him.
I bore an evil glare right into him with my hazel eyes. A smile creeps onto his face. Goosebumps start forming all over my body as a light layer of cold sweat coats me, my saliva getting harder to swallow. My heart is pounding and my fingers are swirling.
“You know Spence, it would be much easier if you just admitted to yourself that you like it, but I guess you like playing valuable. Perhaps it even turns you on.”
One of the fingers from his free hand finds a string of my hair and twirls it around his finger effortlessly, making his body come even closer to mine. I shudder hard and he lets out a deep, satisfactory giggle.
“Don’t. Fucking. Call. Me. Spence.”
Just as he’s about to opens his mouth he flies backwards through the air and I’m finally free to relax the entirety of my body as my breath reaches a normal speed once again.
My eyes are kind of blurry but in the corner, I can spot somebody hitting Josh profoundly.
Masses of people start flowing in from all corners leading to the hallway where we’re standing. Some of them shouting to them, others to each other. Almost everyone from school must be standing right here, in this exact hallway.
“-WHAT ARE YOU DOING BRO!?” that disgustingly recognizable voice of Joshes yells in pure, astonishing pain.
“You better shut the hell up if you know what’s good for you, scumbag” the other voice whispers with a threatening stable tone, insinuating that it isn’t taking him a lot of effort, or stamina, to be beating Josh the fuck up.
My body is still in shock. Head spinning, stomach dizzy, but the sound of that voice clears it up a tiny bit.
I know that voice.
As my eyes start to gain focus back, I spot him. Chestnut helmet hair, strong build covered by a leather jacket and jeans, eyebrow piercing and last, but certainly not least, those dark eyes framed by charcoal black lashes. Except this time, they’re filled with pure rage.
Suddenly I spot the headmaster sprinting from the right side of the hallway towards the boys as Josh lays on the ground and the unnamed boy stills going at him with punch after punch.
The headmaster aggressively pulls the boy away from Josh, but he doesn’t even fight against the headmaster as they walk down the corridor.
Josh stays on the ground as the noises of people talking becomes a buzzing sensation in my ears.
That boy again?
Chapter 3 coming soon... <3
