I watched her walk away, in a slight daze but as I did I caught a glimpse of Spencer with Kyla and Chelsea. I made eye contact with her and then she started to make her way over to me. As she did I looked everywhere except at her. Maybe she wouldn’t notice me. No such luck there because she stopped right in front of me, hand on her hips looking sexier than ever. She had a scowl on that beautiful face of hers and to tell you the truth I was slightly intimidated. Slightly. “You embarrassed me,” she said crossing her arms over her chest, managing to look even sexier than she began with. I began to stutter. “I um I-I-I-”before I could make things worse with the lack of my speaking she cut me off. “But it was so sweet that I’ll have to let you live.” She finished and this earned a huge ass grin from me. She could have said ice cream to me and I would still be smiling like a fool. Spencer returned my smile. “Well that’s good because I like living,” I said with another one of those fucking nervous giggles that I was famous for.

“Is it like eight hundred degrees in this thing? I’m boiling.” She asked as she began unzipping her gown. Why yes that was the sound of my mouth going dry and my throat closing up. I managed to speak up though which would have been quite alright if I wouldn’t have been able too as well. “Actually, uh the boiling point of water is 212 degrees Fahrenheit.” I said as I watched her zip her gown down the rest of the way.

God I wish I was that zipper, that fucking gown. Spencer then bent over and pulled it over her head, all the while not messing up her hair. I continued to rant about water. “Uh 100 degrees Celsius…” I trailed off as a huge lumped formed in my throat at the sight of her. Spencer sighed and held the green gown in her arms. That gown was now my hero. Spencer then spoke up. “I am so hot,” she said breathily and I swear I almost came at the sound of it. To add to it she ran her fingers through her golden blonde tresses and that messed me up even more. I swear to god she was doing it on purpose. “I can imagine you are, that you’re hot,” I replied to her comment regarding the hotness of her. Spencer smiled brightly at this and I return a nervous smile the best I could. I was actually pretty proud of myself for two reasons-one: I hadn’t fainted yet due to the close proximity of all the glory that is Spencer Carlin and two: that I was making pretty good coherent sentences, disregarding the stuttering from earlier. Spencer flipped her hair, which might I add sent my libido into over drive, and as she did Carmen appeared out of thin air. The look on her face was not a happy one.