Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Reputation (Luke Hemmings) - Part 5 *

Warnings: Mentions of murder/death

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Week Four

It took four days for the department to build up a solid case against Spencer, but you swore to God it felt like an eternity. You still had classes, however, and it was incredibly hard to maintain the facade that you didn't suspect Spencer at all.

But you did it.

And the day he was finally called in for questioning was the day you finally felt like you could breathe again.

Your class was in the conference room once again. Professor Cortell had told everyone you were meeting for one last run-through of all the evidence before you had to finish your reports, but the real reason was so that Spencer wouldn't be able to avoid interrogation.

"Still trying to bail out your boyfriend, Y/N?" Spencer smirked. Now that you knew he was most likely the actual culprit, the way he looked at you when he mentioned Luke made you feel sick to your stomach.

"I'll defend him until the day I die, Redford," you told him, not looking up from your laptop, "But something tells me it's not going to take that long."

"Yeah?" he snorted, "And what makes you think that?"

As if he were answering the question for you, Officer Reede knocked on the door and came into the room. Your classmates' eyebrows furrowed at the look you shared with him.

"Spencer Redford," the Officer said, "We'd like to have a word with you in interrogation."

Spencer cocked an eyebrow, "What for?"

"The Chief and I would just like to talk." The tension in the room was almost unbearable as Spencer started getting the gist of what was happening.

"Am I going to need my lawyer?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"That's for you to decide," Officer Reede said, escorting Spencer out of the room.

You couldn't help but let out a soft breath, putting your elbows on the table and letting your hands cover your face. Those around you looked at you with confused expressions again, no one speaking for a moment.

"What's going on?" Lydia finally asked when the door closed behind the two men.

"Miss Y/L/N," Professor Cortell grabbed your attention. He motioned to the group, signalling for you to tell them your theory. But, to be honest, you weren't so sure you wanted to.

Your classmates had been so convinced that Luke was guilty since the moment they heard the details of the case, and they jumped at every chance to make fun of you for questioning it as well. No matter how probable the idea of Spencer being the real killer was, you knew they wouldn't believe you when you told them you were sure Luke didn't do it.

"I think... I think I solved it," you said softly, your voice shy and timid.

"Really?" Reagan cocked an eyebrow, "You finally accept that Luke is guilty?"

"No... I think...Spencer did it..."

"Spencer?" they all said in unison.

"Y/N, none of us have agreed with you on anything thus far, but to accuse Spencer of murder is just grasping at straws," Lydia rolled her eyes. You looked to Professor Cortell for help but he only motioned for you to go on.

You breathed in shakily before telling them what you'd read about Adrien Torres's past and why you thought Spencer was a more likely suspect than Luke. To your surprise, your classmates actually listened to your argument – and they seemed like they were genuinely changing their opinions as well.