Spencer Hastings x Black!Fem Reader
୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Equestrian Camp ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
Horse riding was never on your radar, but with summer stretching out ahead, you weren’t about to waste it. You were hanging out in Emily’s room, snacking on the chocolate chip cookies Pam had baked, when you sighed, “I have no idea what I’m going to do this summer.” Emily and Maya exchanged a look before Emily spoke up. “How about this camp my friend Spencer is going to?”
You were less than thrilled. You had a history with the Hastings—Spencer’s unwavering stare and Melissa’s snickering had left a bad taste in your mouth. You had assumed Spencer was either racist or had some personal issue with you. Whenever you confronted her, she’d either look away or blush, further fueling your assumptions. Maya nudged your elbow, urging you to go. “It might be fun,” she said with a hopeful grin.
So, you agreed, deciding to give it a shot.
When you walked into the barn, the first person you saw was Melissa Hastings. You fought the urge to roll your eyes as she looked up, surprised to see you. “Oh, Spencer is going to love this,” she said with a smirk. You raised an eyebrow but kept your mouth shut. You were planning to stay at the camp for a few months, and you didn’t want to start any drama right away.
Then, the cutest horse trotted over to you, its curious eyes fixed on you. Spencer dashed after it, calling out, “Pistachio!”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “The horse’s name is Pistachio?”
Spencer nodded, catching her breath. “Yep, and he’s supposed to be your horse.”
Later, you caught up with your friend Imani, and things were going well until Spencer walked in to grab her textbooks. Despite the semester not starting yet, she was engrossed in her reading material. As she left, she gave Imani a frosty look, which didn’t go unnoticed by you. You called her out on it, but Spencer just smacked her lips and mumbled something dismissive. It was clear she didn’t care about you at the moment.
Over the next few days, Spencer started ignoring you. Feeling guilty about the confrontation, you decided to make amends. You knew Spencer loved coffee, so you began leaving a cup by her desk every morning. But despite your efforts, the cup remained untouched.
One night, with most of the girls at Noel Kahn’s party, it was just you and Spencer in the cabin. Imani was supposed to stay and keep you company, but she suggested you take advantage of the situation to talk to Spencer. You knew it would be tough for Spencer to forgive you, but you had to try.
You waited until the right moment. After a shower, you returned to the room wrapped in a towel. As you moved about, the towel slipped from your grasp and fell to the floor. You noticed Spencer’s gaze follow the movement, her eyes lingering on you.
You let her take in the view for a moment before calling her name. “Spencer?”
“Huh?” she replied, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.
You quickly put on your shirt and walked over to her. She stared at you, her expression a mix of confusion and intrigue. You climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself above her, feeling the tension crackle in the air. Her delicate fingers brushed over your thighs, a soft touch that made your heart race. You leaned in close, your lips almost brushing her ear as you whispered, “Am I forgiven?”
In that moment, her eyes softened, and you could sense that the barriers between you were starting to come down.
