"Yea of course angel, text me your address."

"Okay thank you." She whispers.

"No problem."

She sends me the address and I tell her Ill be there in 15.

Pulling up I see her run to my car still in that short fucking dress holding her arms tightly and shivering.

"Holy fuck." I scramble to turn on the heat blasting it to the passenger's seat and turn on her seat warmer.

"T-thanks f-for picking me up"

"No problem. You Okay"

"Cold." She smiles sheepishly.

I reach to the back seat and get an old jacket I left back there a while ago. I place it gently on her lap and she gives me a dazzling smile that blows me away.

"Thank you, Tyler." Fuck, I wanna hear my name come out of her mouth all night.

"No problem."

"This is a different car then last time."

"Yea this is a Lexus, Last one was Audi."

'Fancy.' I hear her whisper.

I smile and start driving.

"Um- Tyler."

"Yea"

"Can we listen to music?"

I give her my phone and told her to play whatever she wants but no country.

She laughs and opens up my phone, "Why don't you have a password?"

"Who's gonna try and fuckin look at it?"

"True."

All the sudden this girl starts playing fucking Rent money by Future.

I widen my eyes blatantly starting at her as I hear this 4'10 little girl start rapping all the words. Like every single one of them. Perfectly. She even mouths the outro perfectly.

"Tyler! Eyes on the road!!"

My eyes snap forward, "Damn angel, you really are something else."

She starts blushing again, "I told you, I'm not an angel."

I look at her discreetly through the mirror. How can she say that? Spencer is so pure, kind, honest, trustworthy, and she doesn't think she's an angel? Impossible.

"You are my definition of an angel."

"Well maybe you need a different definition."

This time I smile, "Nah, I like this one."

This time I hear her laugh and its like angels singing, "Your crazy!"

I smile back at her, "Yea baby, I know."

Shaking her head, she continues to play music and I'm surprised to realize that it's a lot of rock and rap. Who would have thought?

Pulling into the under-ground garage I enter the code that unlocks the level that is private to me.

"Uhhhh..... where are we??"

"My place."

"I thought the mansion was your place." She says confused.

"Nah that's my... that's not my house. This is mine, I own it."

"The apartment?"

I smirk, "The building Spencer."

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