Sorry, Not Sorry - Part 3
Everything around me is moving so quick. Spencer having these irregular mood changes, Jennifer, suddenly, provoking me, Emily liking me. What is going on? Everything was normal until, Emily arrived. When she showed up, Spencer was acting so unusual.
He never tells me, “I’m in the middle of having intercourse with my girlfriend so bye.” He knows how rude and disrespectful that is. Especially, when there is a guest.
Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe, since I like him, his flaws don’t appear to me. Who knows, he has probably told me that sentence before. Whereas, me, being the love-struck girl, my mind twisted the words.
Don’t get me wrong, I still like him, of course. It’s just that I’m seeing a new side of him I have never seen before.
OK, I need to stop overthinking this. Spencer is my best friend; best friends are always rude to each other in an arch manner. It’s what makes them closer and have more of a bond.
I sigh, archness is present in a relationship too, but ours is only friendship. A friendship that cannot be broken whatsoever. Unless, I turn into some psychopath and kidnap Jennifer.
Wouldn’t mind doing that. With her out of the picture, I can finally have Spencer to myself. He will have no one else to cry to, aside from me. I’ll be there for him and next thing you know, he’s all mine.
On the other hand, I'll likely be messy and leave my knife with fingerprints and get caught. So, there's that. In addition, I'm too delicate to possibly be capable of pulling anything like that.
I sigh once more and roll over on my stomach. I wish I can talk to someone about this, except, you know, the one person I used to tell everything to is gone and probably doesn’t want to speak to me again.
The thought of Emily not wanting to even look at me, makes me feel so ashamed of what I said to her. It was all in the heat of the moment and I couldn’t control my rambling mouth.
I feel pinching in the corner of my eyes, tears streaming down underneath them. Everything is happening so fast and I wish it can all stop. Stop my best friend from hating me, stop the pain that is aching in my heart, and stop liking Spencer. Which will be impossible to complete.
I lift my head up and face it towards the door. Who the hell is bothering me right now? If it’s Jennifer I swear to god I’ll punch her pretty face.
She probably got forced to apologize to me and is going to be a fake little bitch about it.
Without waiting for me to answer, the door opens to reveal a shirtless Spencer, with his hair wet. Oh, fuck me.
“Hey, thought I’d like to apologize for Jennifer earlier.” His eyes meet mine, they’re full of sincerity like they were when I told him about Dylan. His passion to make me feel better is so adorable.
I lift myself up and sit crossed legged on the bed. “Its fine I guess.”
I know that Jennifer did that on purpose to get to me. She knows what she was doing and she didn’t care at all.
He gives me a weak smile and takes a seat next to me on the bed. He scoots closer and puts his hand on my thigh. His hand is so warm and so large, I wish it could move up to a little more.
“Are you doing okay?” I know he was referring to Emily.
“Well, about two hours ago, my best friend from high school told me she likes me and when I rejected her, she got mad and stormed off. Leaving our friendship nowhere to be seen. So, I guess I’m fine.” My flippant tone made his smile disappear and I feel bad.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m just upset about the whole situation. I mean wouldn’t you be sad if your best friend just left you and you know you two will never be friends again?”
He looks down. “Are you referring to you? Because if you are, I would be devastated. You are the best thing that has happened to me. I never had any real friends in high school. They would all use me to get answers to their homework or test.” I look at him with pure love and adoration. He has told me the story before but for some reason, the emotion behind it seems so raw as if it is still going on now.
I lean up to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. He blushes and playfully punches me. It’s the little things we do that makes me fall for him harder and harder.
“Okay, now can you leave and put some clothes on?” I laugh. As much as I want to see him shirtless, I know I’m going to do something I might regret soon.
“Awe, I thought you wanted to see all off this.” He says in a try hard seductive tone while trailing his hands down his body.
“Ew just get out,” I say while throwing my pillow at him.
He throws his hands up in surrender and exits.
I was about to lay back down until he pops into the room again. “Can you check the mail for me please?”
I groan. “Why can’t you get it?”
“Because I don’t feel like going outside.” He says before leaving.
I roll my eyes and find some shoes to put on. The walk from the doorway to the mailbox is quite a walk and I don’t feel like walking in the grass barefoot.
When I come back inside, I have a pile of mail just stack in my hand. I’m surprised it didn’t fly out of my grip.
I set the mail down on the island and start looking through it.
Bills, bills, social security, magazines, a letter, more bills. Wait.
I rummage through the pile of mail I looked at and see an envelope written to me. However, for some reason, whoever wrote this, referred to me as Y/n Reid. On the bottom, underneath the name, it says to open the letter when I’m alone in my room. I look at the cover to see who the letter might be from but there is no luck.
My heart starts racing and I run to my room to open the letter. My curiosity is getting the best of me right now. What if it’s a secret admirer? No, it can’t be, if it was, why would they put Spencer’s last name as my last name?
So many questions in my head at the moment, hopefully, to be answered soon.
Once, I enter my room, I close and lock the door behind me, so Spencer won’t bother me. I really don’t want him to interrupt me especially at a time like this.
I sit myself down on my bed and open the letter. I was surprised to see that it was written by hand. The handwriting was fairly neat, like a women’s.
You probably ran to your room to open this letter and find out what it has to say am I right? Your curiosity is going to get you killed or even make you sick one day. So, just be careful sweetheart.
I read over the first paragraph again and again to have an excuse to not read further, despite the fact that I know I have to.
I know more about you than you think, Drug-addicted mother, abusive step-father that almost raped you, you almost getting raped at a party after, lying about being a virgin when you were 15. There are so many secrets about you. It would be a shame if Spencer were to find out. Especially about the time when you lied about Dylan. Dylan never recorded you. You recorded yourself and leaked it to make it look like it was him.
You’re not so innocent, Y/n.
I put my hand over my mouth and start crying. It’s true. It’s all true. I was a bitch and I hate to admit it, but I was also a slut in high school. I didn’t want Spencer to know the truth about me, for the sake of him judging me. That’s what I love about college, nobody knows who you were in high school or what you did or who you hung out with. It’s like walking into a whole new book.
However, I won’t tell anyone unless you do these 5 things for me. These 5 things will determine my thoughts on you as a person and make me reconsider ruining your life.
You want a chance with that geek right? You want to wrap your legs around him like the slut you are? Then do follow what I have planned for you.
You’re probably crying right now and reminiscing all the things you did in high school. Thinking about the times you slept with your “Best friends” boyfriend over and over behind her back.
What about the time you got a girl expelled and made her deport to Mexico because the guy you wanted at the time was taken and you needed to get rid of her?
You’re a bitch, Y/n. It’s a good thing you’ve changed right? Or do people really change?
I can feel myself crying with embarrassment. I regret all the things I did in high school, disregarding that I know I will never be able to take what I did back. So, the only thing to do is live with my past.
Here are the demands you have to do. I am watching you as you read this. So, if you go to the cops, Spencer is dead.
I gulp and trail my eyes down to the list.
• Envy is a sin and shall not be felt.
Envy? I wouldn’t go so far as envy. I am jealous of Jennifer and wish to take her place, but I do not envy her.
• Do not force infidelity
How can I make Spencer cheat on me with Jennifer? He is head over heels for her and I’m not even close to being in his league.
• Don’t make yourself the center of attention
Does he mean don’t make a big scene about certain things or dress flashy?
• Make people stay in your life
• In order to save a life, you have to stop living yours.
If you cannot follow these commands, say bye to Spencer. He’ll never want to speak to you ever again. He’ll look at you with total disgust and never love you.
Not like he will anyways.
If you do follow these commands, I’ll show you who I am. Do we have a deal?
Of course, we do, you basically have no choice.
Just know, I am watching you as you read this and will be watching your progress. When you have completed one task, you will get a text from me saying “next”.
Don’t hate me. I love you! Sorry, it’s a bit short but next part will be longer and juicier I promise!
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