Spencer’s eyes were what led me back to him. He whispered in my ear. “So, what do you want to talk about?â€?

I said inaudibly, “I’m not talking anymore, Spencer.â€?

He spun me around to face him. “No, come on. Please.â€? I shook my head and he glared but then smoothed over his expression. He seemed to be holding something in. “Please.â€? Okay, maybe not. His eyes bore into mine and they controlled.

They were always like that. It was almost like if you looked into them, they would tell you what to do. I turned my head again to resist what I really wanted to do, what his eyes wanted me to do. “Come on.â€? He waited and then kissed me forcefully.

I shoved at his chest until he let go. “No.â€? I whispered.

“You liked it though.â€? He lifted my chin and kissed me again. I prostested but he held onto my face.

I wanted to kiss him though I knew it was wrong. And I knew he was only kissing me like a jerk would to make me talk. But that’s just it. In all this time, I forgot what Spencer really is. A jerk. Always.