My Turn

"Hey, what's going on with you and Jamie," Nick asks, entering my room. I'm sitting at my desk, doing some sketches.

"Nothing for you to worry about," I tell him, focusing on my sketch. He comes closer to see what I'm doing.

"Okay, now I know that there's something really wrong. You're drawing yourself screaming. That's literally a scream for help," he says and sits down on my bed. I sigh, realizing he's not going to leave me alone.

I close my sketchbook and jump onto my bed next to him, laying on my back.

"Drawing it is better than screaming the whole house down," I say.

"Well, how about you speak about it instead? I know you have a pattern of running away when things go bad."

"Haha, very funny. I wasn't going to run away," I tell him, punching his side.

"But I'm serious," he says.

"Jamie basically told me that I was just another one of Chester's girls that he used and threw away. She told me that everyone was used to him doing that and that I should just get over it. Do you know how degrading that felt? Having people tell me that I should shut up about my feelings and allow him to keep doing that to other girls. I've already gone through the same thing twice and I shut my mouth twice. I can't do that a third time. You wouldn't understand though because you used to do the same thing to other girls."

"Nice. Go ahead and remind me of the worst thing I've ever done," Nick says sarcastically. "I didn't know it then, but now I know what I did was wrong, playing with all those girls' hearts. If I could, I would apologize to each and every one of them."

"Look who's all mature and grown up now,"I tease him.

"Whatever. Lets just get back to talking about you. Maybe instead of staying quiet this time, you speak," he suggests, getting off my bed. "I'm going to the store with Grant. You can sit here and think of what you want to do, but if you're still here doing nothing, Grant and I are throwing a bucket of water on you."

He walks out of my room before I can object. Other than not wanting to be splashed with water, I couldn't stop thinking of how Nick was right for once.

I can't sit here anymore. I listened to Chester speak, but he didn't listen to me. So, now he's going to listen to me rather he likes it or not.

I get up off my bed and decide that I have to do this. I shouldn't have to send my weekend tossing and turning while he get to sleep peacefully. I shouldn't have to shut myself up. I should be able yell and scream, so that's what I'm going to do.

I love power suits. I think everyone does. I put on a lacy, black bralette, black pants that fit around my curves, and a black blazer over my top. I get my wand curler and curl my hair. It flows around my face in waves. I wear my rings and my favorite necklace. I put on my black chucks because why not.

I got on my power suit and I'm ready to roll. I feel like I can do anything now.

I grab my keys and leave my room, running into Jamie and Parker.

"Hey, Spencer. Where are you going," Parker asks me. Both him and Jamie were dressed up, ready to go meet Sky's boyfriend. I haven't said a word to Jamie since yesterday. She holds a look of guilt in her eyes now.

"I'll see you guys later to meet Sky's boyfriend. I just have to do something else first," I tell them and walk down the stairs. They don't get a chance to question me more because I'm already out the front door.

I hop in my car and take my time getting to Chester's house. I was giving myself time to change my mind, but I know I have to do this. I know I'll regret it if I don't.

In no time I'm parked in front of his house. My hands drum on the steering wheel, thinking this is a stupid idea. I get out of my car before I can fully change my mind and go up to the door. I stand there for a couple of seconds before breathing out a sigh and knocking.

The door opens and once I see his face all my anger comes back. I remember why I'm here. He seems shocked to see me here, but his face turns into one of annoyance.

"What are you doing here, Spencer," he says as if I'm some bug that won't leave him alone.

"You said your piece and I listened. Now it's my turn," I tell him. He could see how serious I was. He tried to say something, but I interrupt him.

"At first, when everything happened, all I could do was be sad and blame myself. I know I didn't do anything wrong, but that's just who I am. You want to know what got me to stop feeling so sad and insecure," I ask him, not really wanting him to answer. I just wanted to him to stand there and listen.

"I found out Max was the one who sent you the photo and realized, it's not me, it's you. You were stupid enough to believe him over me. The guy that only wanted me for sex, the asshole. You believed him over me. It just shows you're more like him than I thought," I say and his face drops from one of annoyance to one of regret.

"Since I got here and we got closer, I've been the one here for you, through anything you had to go through. He was nowhere to be found. But, the moment he finds some fake dirt on me, you drop me and go running back to him."

"Spencer-" he tries to speak, but I stop him again.

"No. You don't get to try and explain yourself. You didn't give me the chance. It's only right to be fair. It's my turn to speak," I scream at him. "If it was that easy for you to drop me, you didn't trust me since day one and you were just waiting for any reason to have to leave me. You didn't care for me as much as you said you did."

I can't hold back my angry tears, but it's ok because I'm finally speaking. He tries to come closer to me, but I step away.

"You're starting to realize the biggest mistake you ever made, right? Well, I don't care because I didn't come here for your realization. I came here for myself. To finally let go of you, for real. I came here to tell you, you're a real asshole, Chester. If it's true that you're just a player and date and dump girls, then I hope that I'm the girl that broke you. That the next girl you date, you won't do the same thing to her. You probably will and when you do, I hope it bites you back in the ass."

I turn to walk away, finally feeling free, having done this all by myself. I didn't need comfort from the girls. I comfort myself just fine.

"That's it? I don't get to speak," I hear him ask. I turn back around to see his face full of sorrow. I chuckle a little bit.

"You already said everything you had to say the day you broke up with me. Did you not get the point of me coming here? It was for me to speak, not you," I tell him and walk off. I hop into my care and drive off.

That's it. The end of Chester and I. I'm done being sad and angry. I'm done feeling insecure when I'm not the problem. Now I just want to be happy.

I pick up my phone and call Sky. She picks up on the third ring.

"Hey, Spencer. Did you call to yell at me again," she asks, referring to yesterday.

"No. I'm sorry about that. Would you still like me to come and meet this new boyfriend of yours," I ask her. I hear an excited squeal on the other side of the phone and I smile slightly.

"I'll send you the address. I'm not going to tell everyone you're coming. It'll be a surprise," she says and hangs up the call before I can say anything else.

Maybe this is what I need. A night out with my friends.

My phone pings with the text message from Sky and I set the address into my GPS. I drive through Philly to get to the restaurant. When I get there I can see the tavern scenery. I go into the restaurant in search of the group.

When I spot them, I scan over the familiar faces for an unknown one, but to my shock there isn't one. In fact, there was one familiar face I didn't expect to see ever again. One I never ever wanted to see again.

But I guess fate works in mysterious ways.

I glare at him when our eyes meet and his own light up with mischief.