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We’re unsure of the relationship between Maxwell and Jones, but we speculate that he’s related to, or friends with the hotties she came with.
We’ve reached out to the known parties involved and as soon as we know something, so will you.
Until next time,
xoxo
Chapter 21
Emmaline
This past week has been awful.
The stupid gossip column ran another story and since this one painted Chance in a negative light—despite the allegations against me—he decided to do interviews with a couple different sports writers. He made it seem like I cheated on him with Spencerwhilewe were engaged.
Even going as far as insinuating that I was having family issues and instead of turning to him, I found a random stranger to take solace in. Then he stressed that he’s willing to forgive everything and still marry me because of how much he loves me.
While I know Chance’s words are just lies, and not what happened . . . having people think I could do something like that hurts. Spencer said he hasn’t heard anything from his mom, which is one of the few plus sides.
It started drizzling a little bit ago and when I checked the forecast for Willow Beach, it said storms were headed that way. I’m in the middle of looking for my rain jacket when there’s a knock on the door. I shout, “Come in,” and continue searching.
I hear the door open and shut. “You and Mia seriously need to start locking your door,” Spencer says with a loud sigh. “You’re gonna invite someone in without meaning to.”
I turn and chuckle. “I knew you’d be here soon and unlocked it for you. It’s not like I’m letting everyonecome in. That’s how the vampires get you.”
“I’m sorry, the what?”
“Sorry. I forgot who I was talking to for a sec. It’s a common thing in vampire media you know—that they have to be invited in.”
Spencer’s forehead wrinkles in confusion. “Interesting. I wonder where that originated from.”
And when he says interesting, I know that he means it sincerely. I’ve come to learn that he’s genuinely interested in the things I say.
“I’m not sure. Aha! Found it,” I say, grabbing the jacket.
“Need me to grab anything before we leave?”
“Actually, yes. The pan on the counter. I made brownies to take.”
“Shortstack, I told you—”
I cut him off, “Yeah, yeah. You said not to bring anything. However, my mom would be ashamed if I went to your parents’ house empty handed.”
He grabs them, and after I lock up, we head to his truck.
A little over halfway through the trip, the storm catches up to us. Spencer senses my anxiety and reaches over placing a hand on my thigh. He squeezes it gently. “If you had to pick only five movies to watch for the rest of your life, what would they be?”
I whip my head towards him so fast. “Only five? That seems rude.”
He chuckles, shrugging, “I don’t make the rules of the game.”
“Um, I think you do since you asked the questions.” I sigh dramatically when he doesn’t change the number. “Fine. My all-time favorite isThe Princess Bride. I’ve seen it thousands of times. I’d probably pick a comedy likeStepbrothersbecause it’s never failed to make me laugh. On days when I’m feeling sad that I’m all alone and want to feel sadder,A Walk to Rememberis that movie. And yeah, I know how crazy that sounds,” I say when he looks at me, eyebrows raised. “I never said I was sane.”
Spencer pats my leg. “Sane would be boring anyway.”
Smiling, I continue, “I think the last two would have to be a musical, or a movie with singing where everyone knows they’re singing.”
“You keep throwing me,” he laughs out. “Would those not be the same thing?”
