Olivia's POV
"So you mean you've been sitting up in this house for the past two days looking at these fine ass men work and you ain't invite me over?" My best friend Ryan asks as she looks down at them from the balcony.
"I'm not checking for them. So yeah, I guess!" I lie as I think about the night before.
What I did with Spencer went against everything that was right. But God knows it was everything I wanted and needed at the time.
"Well, you should! Because they're cute. Especially, that chocolate drop." She tells me and I pretend not to notice.
"Now are you going to do my hair or not?" I ask.
"Wait! Isn't that ol' boy from the club?" She asks as she takes off her shades and watches Spencer as he uses his shirt to wipe his face leaving his, tightly chiseled, abs on full display.
"Yes, that's him," I admit as she walks back inside and tosses the flat iron onto my messy bed.
"The one from our section?" She asks for clarity.
"Yeah, I told you I knew him," I say nonchalantly so that she doesn't suspect anything.
"And yet you didn't invite me over sooner," she says as she spruces up her hair in the mirror.
"Invite?" I chuckle sarcastically. "I didn't invite you over this time either. Remember? You just showed up!"
"Girl, f-you! And this junky ass bed you sleep in. Oh, and you're lucky I showed up to be around your lonely ass, since Colson up and left," Ryan mouths and all I can do is roll my eyes. "Wait—- you ain't got no comeback? Are you sick?"
To the average person, that was harsh. To us, that was just another conversation. Typically, I would say something wise back. But my mind is elsewhere right now.
"I like having peace," I say lowly as I pretend to not notice Spencer's glistened muscles aren't visible through my bedroom window, as he lifts a piece of wood into the air.
"Okay, fine! I'm going to reintroduce myself to the cutie over there, so you can be by yourself," Ryan tells me and I roll my eyes, again, as she walks out of the room.
Minutes later, she reappears. This time, she's outside and directly in Spencer's face. I try not to, but I listen from the window after she greets him with a hug.
He makes it clear he remembers her from the club and she giggles shamelessly.
"Did you get all of those muscles from construction?" She asks and I sigh at the cliché use of her banter.
"Maybe, but I used to train with my dad a lot, back home," he answers.
"Trained?"
"My dad has a personal training business," he tells her.
"Can you train me?" She asks as she discreetly pushes her boobs up for his viewing pleasure.
"I can. Yeah—- that'll be fun." He answers and I suck my teeth as I try to figure out why their conversation is making me so bothered. Even more bothered than when I saw him with that girl, Yonni, at the restaurant.
"Liv, stop! He's not your man! Walk away from this damn window!" I say to myself but my feet won't move.
So I continue to watch as they exchange numbers and I breathe deeply while she feels his biceps.
"I don't want to be as big as you. I just want some cute girly muscles."
"I got you—- you just have to trust me," he tells her.
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Love Under Construction
FanfictionSpencer James moves from the comfort of his own home to chase his dream of becoming an actor. Along the way, he meets people that will change his life; Some for the better. Others for the worse. It's all up to him to decide which is which.