You woke up when the sun had invaded your home and laid on your eyelids. Groaning you sat up and rubbed your eyes. You looked around. How did you get back in your room? You looked down and saw you were dressed, except you don't remember getting out of the tub changing nor do you remember having this grey shirt. You took the collar of the shirt and lifted to your nose. It smells nice. Maybe the cop gave it to you after the questioning because you had blood all over your other shirt? Most likely. You heard a knock at your apartment door and you got up hesitantly. You looked down at your self to see you're in your favorite pajama pants and you don't have a bra. Another knock. "Coming!" you shouted and quickly grabbed a large sweatshirt and slipped it on and ran towards the door and tried to fix your messy (h/c) hair. You pulled the door open.

"I lived bitch." And there he was, smirking. He chuckled and stepped inside your apartment. "Spencer? I thought--" He laughed loudly and shut the door. "--- I was dead? Yeah but it's good. Wanna see my scar? Nah you're probably not ready for this hot bod!" He laughed and looked down at you. There he is, this huge asshole of a man with his muscular body standing in front of you alive. For some reason you felt relief. Someone you know lived. "Can't believe you left me to die and ran screaming for Lucas, ouch." He smirked and looked around "Nice place y-" Before he can talk anymore you took a step towards him and wrapped your (s/c) arms around his waist and began to sob. "You're fucking alive oh my god, I thought you were dead you fucking asshole!" Your sobbed into his shoulder and he was frozen in place. "Don't tell me your catching feelings for me babe." You punched his arm weakly. "Shut up" you sniffled and tried to calm down. "Dude you tryin' kill me? you're pressing on my cut." Shit shit shit. You jumped off him, "I'm sorry I didn't mean..." He smirked and walked towards your living room and flopped down onto the couch, you followed. "What do you need?" you asked unsure why he stopped by, you rubbed your sore eyes and blew your nose with a tissue from the kitchen. "Hmmm, well I mean you owe me for leaving me to die. So how about some make up sex?" You threw the tissue away and sat down on the rocking chair. "No way in hell will I have sex with you" you said harshly. He gasped dramatically and placed his hands where his heart is. "You shot me through the heart!" He laughed. "By the way," he paused "You smell like cologne, do you have a boyfriend or something? Or maybe you're so alone you have cologne with you so you can have a imaginary boyfriend--- oh fuck thats sad." You cut him off. "No I don't have a boyfriend nor do I have cologne for an imaginary boyfriend... Everything is a blur, I think the cop gave it to me since my clothes were soaked in blood." You touched the hem of the grey shirt under the sweatshirt. You looked up to see him staring at you. "You're such a doll, you know that?" You puffed your cheeks. "Get out already." He sat up from his laying position "come on, you know you love me."

"I don't even know you."

"Then lets get to know each other."

"How?" You responded, how exactly will you get to know him. "Well what's your full name doll?" You glared "don't call me that. It's (F/n) (M/n), (L/n). Yours?" He smiled "Spencer Dean Smith, nice to meet you, (F/n)" he let your name roll of his tongue. You simply rolled your eyes. "Second question, what's your favorite color?" You frowned your brows, "What does this have to do with anything?"

"We're getting to know each other, now what is it."

"It's (f/c). Yours?"

"Red." You nodded. Red sounds like him. He might be weird and a prick but he's alive, plus he already dropped in to visit you. But not Lucas. Strange. "You're not wearing a bra, are you?" Your face flushed and you quickly stood up. He grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the couch with him. "Spencer I swear to g---" He cut you off "I'm not gonna get into your pants or anything. You're just really fucking cute you know?" You glared at him, he turned his body towards you. "Anymore stupid questions babe?" You said sarcastically while extending the 'a'. He smirked. "That's hot."

"What?"

"Calling me babe and getting all mad, it's hot."

"You get off on people's anger don't you?"

He let out a huge laugh. "Well it was nice hanging with you doll but I've got to go, the doctor wants me to check in and I'm hungry." He patted your thigh and got up stretching. "Bye." You simply said as he walked out winking at you, he blew a kiss. The door shut behind him and you laid down on the couch, what a morning. Your phone went off. You got up and walked to your room and grabbed it off the nightstand as you sat down on your comfy bed. You unlocked your phone and went to messages. "Unknown" popped up. Is it spam or something? You opened it.

Unknown:

"Don't talk to him, he's disgusting. I gave you my shirt, please keep it okay? Feel better love, I'll see you soon."

You text back even though you're afraid. You may hate Spencer but you wanted him to come back. You needed someone to comfort you so you weren't alone.

You:

"Who is this?"

Unknown:

"Your secret admirer love. Goodbye for now

This person just sent a heart, you shivered, how did this person know you were talking to Spencer? Was he even talking about Spencer? You read the text 50 times by now. You quickly went to your room and grabbed some regular clothes and jogged to the bathroom shutting and locking the door. You looked in the hamper to see your clothes from yesterday. You stripped off your sweatshirt and looked at the grey shirt, if he gave this to me... how the hell did I get out of the bath? Your body froze, he was in your house. He saw you naked. You quickly threw off the piece of clothing and threw it on the floor and got out of your pajama pants and quickly got dressed. You threw some random socks on and went back to your room and grabbed your phone and slid it into your back pocket. You grabbed a jacket and your keys and slipped on your shoes. You opened the door and locked it behind you. You jogged down the hall and down the stairs. You almost fell as you went down the parking spaces in the back. You basically sprinted to your car. You need to talk to Lucas.

You got out of your car arriving at the campas and ran towards the dorms. You held the up button on the elevator as you played with your keys nervously. The elevator dinged and you hopped in not waiting to see if anyone is in it. It's empty, you quickly pushed the lighted button labeled '5.' You tried to calm down. After waiting for what felt like an hour, you rushed out of the elevator passing by a few confused people. 245, 245, 245. You ran the dorm number through your head and stopped arriving at the door. You knocked on his door in a hurry. "Coming!" You heard footsteps and Lucas opened the door. He stood frozen for a second. "(F/n)..." He quickly wrapped you in his arms and brought you inside and shut the door. He kept you in his arms and you heard him sniff. "You're really okay, I'm so glad." He said. Lucas, he's so sweet. You gently pulled away from him. "Are you okay Lucas?" You inspected him, not a dent. "I'm good yeah... just not in shock about what happened..." You nodded. "Can we talk?" You asked him. He nodded and lead you to his bed where you both sat down crisscross in front of each other. You took a deep breath in, "Someone broke into my apartment last night... I guess I fell asleep in the tub and when I woke up I was fully dressed and tucked into my bed and -"

"Wait someone broke in? Why didn't you call me?!"

"I didn't know until this morning and the person, which I assume is a man, dressed me into his own shirt."

"That's fucking crazy, why didn't you call the cops (F/n)."

"I didn't have time because when I woke up Spencer knocked on my door and we talked for a bit an-"

"Spencer went to your apartment? Could he be the one who did that or?"

"Lucas, let me finish. It couldn't be him because he had been in the hospital all night. We got to kind of get to know each other and he's still a horrible flirt. But that's not the point." You unlocked your phone and pulled up the messages. "When Spencer left, an unknown number texted me." You shoved your phone towards Lucas and he grabbed it and read the messages. "So it couldn't be Spencer, he'd never call himself disgusting." You stated. Lucas nodded and handed your phone back. "You should have called the cops (F/n)." You shook your head no. "The person is obliviously watching me and who knows what would happen to me if I tell the cops? Lucas I am so scared." He unfolded his legs and pulled you into a half hug. "You'll be okay (F/n)." He brushed his fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair. "I don't want to go back home Lucas. I don't want to be alone where I can't do anything." He sighed "Well you can't stay in the dorms with me... I mean you could contact one of your friends?" You laughed a bit "They're not as close as we are Lucas, they wouldn't let me stay with them."

"I hate to say it," He paused "But what about Spencer? He's kind of tough right? Plus he probably knows how to fight."

"Seriously? We barley know each other and is he staying somewhere else since his house is basically a crime scene? He was lucky enough to not get in trouble by the cops."

"(F/n), who else will you stay with since I can't have you in my dorm?"

"I don't even have his number!" Lucas pulled out his phone and slid it towards you, and behold Spencer's number. You sighed and opened your phone and put the number in. "Will you call him for me? It's too awkward..." Lucas nodded and called Spencer. "Hey man uh (F/n) needs a place to stay and she can't stay in my dorm so do you think she can stay with you? Her parents don't live nearby and she has a 'secret admirer' who is following her or something." You put your head down too embarrassed to look at Lucas. Soon Lucas hung up, "He said yeah, can you go back on your own?" You nodded. Lucas gave you Spencer's address and apartment number and he gave you a hug telling you to call if anything happens. "I will, see ya tomorrow in class." You said and he waved you goodbye. You shut the door behind you and walked down the hallway, some people looked at you weirdly and whispered in hush voices. All you could catch is; party, murder, and drugs. You blocked them out went down the elevator. You had made it to the car, but you once again felt like you were being watched.

You had packed all the necessary things and you grabbed you keys and made sure you had everything you needed and walked out into the hallway locking the door. You walked down the stairs with your suitcase and walked to the parking lot. You unlocked your trunk and threw the suitcase in and shut the trunk. You got into the front seat and started the car and turned on the radio.

You made it to the apartment building where Spencer was staying, it was way better than yours. They have an elevator. You pressed the up button. The door opened and you got in, suddenly the door was stopped and a man walked in. You clicked the 8th floor button. "Which floor?" He looked at you, he was in a business suit with a brief case. "9th." You nodded and hit the 9th floor button. The doors closed again and you waited for the elevator to reach the third floor, but it felt like forever. "Aren't you a little young to live by yourself?" The man asked eyeballing you. Creepy. "I'm in college." You answered simply. "So your over age, how about you accompany me?" Overage? No he can't be talking about that. "I am not going to accompany you." He chuckled and walked closer to you and pressed a hand on the wall trapping you. "Come on, wouldn't you like a guy who knows what he's doing?" All of a sudden the elevator stopped, 7th floor, you have one more floor. A male with a dark hoody walked in. "You looked at him with scared eyes. "Oi, how about you leave us be?" The older man stated still keeping you trapped. "Disgusting, get the fuck off of her." For some reason, the voice sounded similar. "Excuse you? She said she wanted to accompany me to my room." The male in the hoody chuckled. You couldn't see his face but you were thankful he showed up. You took your chance to escape the man but he quickly grabbed you by the arm and pinned you to the wall with both hands. "how about you step back and let the door close." The business man said to the hooded man. "No fucking way, get the fuck off of her." The hooded male stepped in and the elevator doors shut. You gulped. The hooded male grabbed the man by the back of his blazer and ripped him off of you, you were surprised that the man didn't pull your hands off but it still hurt like hell. The male slammed the older male to the floor and kicked him in the stomach. "Don't ever fucking touch her!" The older male begged for mercy and the doors opened. You grabbed your suitcase and quickly rushed out but the hooded male called after you, "Make sure you put ice on your wrist." The doors closed. You took heavy breaths as you ran down the hallway looking for the correct door number. You had to backtrack and you found it. You knocked roughly wanting to get in so you wouldn't see those men again. Spencer opened the door. "Come on in doll." Spencer said stepping aside. And with that, you walked in the apartment and the door closed behind you. You were thankful for that man and for your life.