Chapter 11

Callie felt a tug on her wrist before she could react, she was pulled into a space. A janitor’s closet, it was dark and slightly cold, goosebumps spiked along her arms and up her neck. Her eyes tried to search for any source of light, quickly jerking back as she was practically slapped in the face by the harsh shining light.

Callie winced while her brown pupils, now, focused on the face of the person standing in front of her.

Her brows tugged in confusion. “Emily?” Callie looked around the claustrophobic space since she was able to see. 

The Fields girl appeared nervous, picking at her fingernails, biting her lower lip. 

“What the hell is going on?” She drew her attention back to Emily, eyes trailing over her figure. Callie grew impatient in reaction to the girl remaining silent, not giving her a proper answer. “Well?” She shrugged, frustrated.

“I… Uh-” Emily swallowed down a hard lump, avoiding Callie’s eyes. She huffed, rolling her eyes, seeming upset at her own nerves. “It’s Spencer.”

“Oh, my, gosh!” Callie said sharply, stepping back as far as she could. “Are you fucking serious? Dragging me in a closet to talk about Spencer and her bad habits?”

“She’s getting worse-“

“You could’ve done this out in the open! Why be so secretive?” She whispered in a hushed voice, staring with fury.

Emily sighed, deep down she knew Callie would be like this. All defensive and avoidant. The Anderson girl didn’t want to talk about Spencer nor be around her. Emily knew that but this was urgent.

“Because if anyone found out about it, Spencer’s family would be screwed! Spencer would be screwed.” Emily further explained, not knowing why she had to because it was obvious why.

Callie exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “Okay, whatever. But I’m not helping her.” She waved off, eyes rolling casually. Callie wanted nothing to do with the brunette, mostly because of what Alison suggested. 

Avoid Spencer, was all she could think about. Avoid her and everything would go back to normal. Maybe, just, maybe the Hastings girl’s feeling would fade away and they could remain only friends. That’s what Callie wanted, she had Alison, why would she want anything else? Anyone else?

Spencer was getting in the way of what Callie and Alison had and Callie couldn’t let that happen.

Emily blinked, clearly taken aback by the girl’s quick denial. “Cal-” She tried to reach out and grab her hand but she pulled away.

“No, Em!” Callie snapped. “I’m tired of cleaning up her messes. I’ve tried to talk to her about her problem but she doesn’t want to listen.” Callie chuckled but there was no humor behind it. “I can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. You should just stop trying.”

Before Emily could mutter another word, Callie reached for the handle and walked out.

Everyone knew that Spencer’s addiction was bad, Callie was there to witness it firsthand and every time she was the one to bring the girl back to herself. However, now, things were different. She was different. Callie couldn’t be the girl who always picked her bestfriend up whenever she fell, not anymore. She needed to evolve. She wanted to.

Alison wanted her to.

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Callie was pacing around her room as the sun began to set. Dipping into a low orang hue that filled the room’s area, a dusk so soft it warmed your very skin.

Alison, seated on the bed, listened to Callie ramble about the incident that took place earlier that day. 

“She’s crazy, Alice! They all are.” She shook her head in disbelief, thinking back on the moment she spent with Emily. “They think they can save Spencer but she can’t be, not if she, herself, doesn’t want to be.”

Alison’s eyes wondered over to the overwhelmed girl, she sighed, itching her brow. “Come sit.” She patted the spot next to her. In honesty, the blonde hated how worked up Spencer was making her girl. It irked her more than she wanted to admit. Callie was reluctant but obeyed nonetheless, bed dipping as she sat down. Alison smiled down at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “It’ll be okay.” She rubbed, reassuringly. “I’ll talk to them.”

Callie let out a soft breath, content, comforting in Alison’s arms. The feeling always seemed to relax her. “I just can’t believe their trying to make me watch after her again.. It’s not my fault Spencer keeps talking pills in order to focus better. I still love her, Alice, I do, but-” She swallowed, blinking. “I can’t keep picking her up every time she falls down.” She glanced up at the blonde. “Does that make me a bad person?”

Alison’s gaze softened at the look in Callie’s eyes. She seemed really scared of being deemed a ‘bad’ person. It was cute. A warming grin tugged at her lips. “No. Of course not, it’s understandable. Spencer’s a big girl with a loving family. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”  

Receiving a nod after sometime, her lips brushed Callie’s forehead in a soothing manner, pulling her in closer.

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Later that night, Callie had left to go get her and Alison something to eat for dinner, the brunette insisted that they go together but the blonde declined because she knew that someone would be coming over soon to look for Callie, she wanted to be there instead of her. Her assumptions were proven true when Callie’s bedroom door slammed open.

Spencer.

Hearing the commotion, Alison barely looked up from where she sat on Callie’s bed, fingers still lightly tracing along the fabric, ignoring the girl for a slight moment. She then hummed. “You seem eager, what’s your deal?” Her tone was low and unimpressed, she wasn’t surprised. This was exactly what she had expected.

For Spencer to come crawling back to Callie, possibly, begging for her forgiveness, to take her back and pretend that her love confession meant nothing.

The Hastings girl’s, visibly distressed, chest rose and fell rapidly. “Where is she?” Her eyes were wide, looking somewhat deranged if she didn’t know who she truly was at heart. ‘It was the pills’ was Alison’s first thought.

The blonde’s eyes lifted to meet hers, cold and curious with a hint of mischief like she liked seeing Spencer like this. Out of control. “Not here, obviously.”

Spencer’s eyes widened more, if that was even possible, stepping further into the room. Her wild eyes shifting around, trying to catch sight of her. “Where is she, where’s Callie?”

“Why?” Alison tilted her head, searching her like she was a jigsaw puzzle. She was glad Callie wasn’t here to witness Spencer like this, knowing how much of an empath she was when it came to her ‘friends’. Callie would forgive her instantly and be right back into her lap.

But, now, Alison wasn’t going to let that happen.

Spencer blinked, thrown off. “What do you mean why? Alison.. Where is she?” She stammered, beginning to pace as anticipation coursed through her veins. “I just- I just need her… Need to talk to her.” 

“You’re not going anywhere near her, Spence, if you know what’s good for you.”

Spencer looked down at her, letting out a short disbelieving breath. “You can’t be serious right now. What. Are you jealous or something?”

That seemed to had stroke an unnerving nerve in Alison body as she quickly recoiled forward, face inches apart from Spencer. “You need to leave.” She seethed, biting back a few words she refused to let flow.

In response, Spencer didn’t back down. If anything she grew taller, bolder. The drugs completely clouding her mind. “You might think you have her all figured out but you don’t.” Despite herself, Alison’s brow twitched in confusion. “You think just because you’re always in her ear, telling her what to think, who to trust- That she’ll overlook how pathetic you really are.” Spencer’s hands curled at her sides, growing more frustrated the more she spoke, her own words agitating her, shaking her head. “You’re manipulating her.” She concluded.

Alison was immediate to step up. “And you’re spiraling,” She returned smoothly like it had been rehearsed. “I would love to stay out of your bullshit, Spencer, Truly. But you keep dragging me into it every time you decide to fall apart in her direction.”

Spencer’s nostrils flared, steam practically shooting from her ears. She was so pissed, nails digging into her palms. Deep down, Spencer knew there was truth to Alison’s words and that angered her more. “I was here first. Me. She’s mine not yours.” Spencer said, voice low and unsteady.

“Maybe..” Alison nodded, not denying the fact that Spencer did know Callie before her. “But now.. She’s mine.”

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A/N: i hate this tbh it’s rushed but i haven’t written anything in awhile because i’m currently working on a yellowjackets fanfic so lmk when y’all think of that…

Short chapter since you guys voted for more flashbackssss

Hope you enjoyed! Love ya.

*not proofread*