“Ok class I’m going to put you into pairs.”

“Do not make me go with her.” Ashley exclaimed and Spencer actually felt quit hurt from all of this.

“As much as I would like to destroy your world Miss Davies,” Mr Stray said sarcastically, “It has to be boy girl, Carlin, you are with Dennison.”

“Who?” She asked. Aiden rose his hand. “Oh ok.”

“Why can’t I work with Aiden, I usually do?” Ashley asked.

“Because.”

“Because.” She mimicked. “Because what?”

“I said. Miss Davies I would like to see you after class.” Just then the bell rang.

“Good luck Ash.” Aiden said as he got up.

“Thanks.” She smiled at him gratefully, but he didn’t know what was about to come.

—

“Hey.” Aiden shouted after the blonde.

“Hey.” She smiled. “Aiden right?”

“Yeah, and you?”

“Spencer.”

“Cute name. So I was thinking tonight you could catch a ride with me after school and we could start working on the project?”

“Um, well my brothers are meant to be giving me a ride but if I tell them I’m sure they won’t mind.”

“Sweet! I’ll catch ya later Spencer.” He said jogging off.  

Spencer started wandering around, checking out the school. All the lockers had graffiti on them, there were kids hanging that didn’t care if they were in school, then there were kids rushing around trying not to get beaten up and to get to class on time. The two comparisons reminded her of her brothers. Glen, the ‘cool’ basketball stud that couldn’t give a damn about school work, would rather hang around with girls than go to class, then there was Clay, the smart one, the actual cool brother in Spencer’s eyes, always put his schoolwork first, wanting to get a future. Spencer was a bit of both, she didn’t like having a bad rep, where it came to skipping school, not doing homework, but she also didn’t like to seem like a geek. A bad girl in disguise. That’s how she placed herself.

He mind kept on wandering to Ashley. Her features so harsh when she didn’t want to be near the blonde, but then they were so soft when she said her life would be easier is she didn’t talk to her. What the hell could that mean? She played it over and over in her head, trying to make sense out of it.