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Tom Lynch on the other hand has it all.

Chapter 1

First Encounters

What made me drawn to her that day in the middle of the hallway still baffles me. Whether it was her eyes slowly drawing me near or her beautiful hair, a simple waterfall effect the way it poured over her slender shoulders.

We held eye contact for only a mere second and that way enough for me to realize that there is such a thing as love at first sight. She kept walking as if it meant nothing, until she turned her head looking back at me standing there completely and utterly captivated.

Butterflies made their home in my stomach for the third time today, but this time I didn't mind as long as I could watch her. With my luck she would have a boyfriend or be looking for one, what are my odds of finding a girl that likes girls or me for that matter.

My past is not really one that every one could overlook, it would be easier to name people that I haven't slept with than those that I have. Not something I'm proud of but what is there left to do when there is an empty void where your heart is suppose to be, every night wishing for someone to come home to, someone to say "I love you" .

I'm the last person you would think would want to settle down with someone, my family has never really been around for me and what more can I say except that being alone is not fun. So far I've gone through High School alone with scattered boyfriends, girlfriends, and one night stands.

I'm tired of watching every one on Valentine's day cuddling with their loved one and I sit alone with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Hearing love songs on the radio on a daily basis makes me think that God finds this to be some sick joke. I die a little bit on the inside every time I'm reminded of my present state of nothing.

I can never let my guard down, every one has this perception that I'm a complete "bad ass" and to be honest I let them think it simply because I can never let them see the real me. I feel as if I'm already dead on the inside but no one would ever care to hear about my life, until later.

My day went as normal as the other, sleep in math and cry during fifth period. It's become a habit since my Freshman year. Of course no one will ever catch me and if they do no one mentions it.

Then it happens, from behind the door pops out that familiar head one filled with the beautiful cascading locks of golden hair. As it turns out she had a schedule change and now joined my class. The teacher poked up her head at the sudden intrusion to our choir practice, the girl handed her a sheet of paper the teacher took and read it.

After a minute of searching on the computer she told her to take a seat, I eagerly looked around the room to see where the open seats were. I died when I noticed that there was only one seat left, and it was next to me.

She took her seat turned to me hand extended "Spencer Carlin" I took her hand and felt a slight shock I looked up and said "Ashley Davies". I don't know if it was just me or if she had felt it too, before I had a chance to say anything she turned back around to listen the to the teacher drag on about an upcoming performance.

Teachers are always ruining my potential moments. I couldn't help but steal glances at her while we were singing, I could of sworn that she was too but then again it might have been my mind playing tricks on me.

(a/n) Starting it slow so that there will be something to build on for later. This is actually my third fan fic but the first one that I've ever posted so be nice with reviews if you leave any. Oh and this is of course Ashley's point of view which may change later.