A/N: Sorry about not posting or anything with my other stories, I'll pick them back up eventually. I've just been busy. But I'm going to drop the ones that relate to my life, because the reason I've been so busy is that "my spencer" moved a week ago and left without saying goodbye. At all…

Anyways, please R & R. I'm trying to work on my fear of commitment to my fanfics.

There is this girl. Everyday She comes and just watches me. You see I "work" at the local Tae Kwan Do dojo in town. I am waayyy past a black belt so I am a trainee instructor. But really I am an instructor it just can't be official because you have to be 18 and I'm only 15.

I teach people ages 3-78 (at least that's the oldest student I know) Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 4 P.M. until 9 PM. Plus I work the desk in between classes and during the times when my Master actually decides to show up. He just gives me a spare key and I skateboard down to the dojo and open shop. And then close up. And you know what really sucks?

I DON'T EVEN GET PAID!!!

But I like getting out of the house, this helps me in college, and I like some of the kids and teaching people new things. My name is Spencer Carlin and my job is hell.

Getting back to this girl. I don't know who she is. I just know that everyday I'm there. She is there. She just watches. She sits outside the work out room and looks in through the glass separating me from the waiting room. She is gorgeous though, but I think she is like 17 or 18, much too old for me. I just a kid compared to her. I've know I was gay since 3rd grade I think. I'm not really sure, but I've always been one of the guys.

Everyday I go to work I feel like a complete dork because there She is all perfect and beautiful, and I have no make-up (it scares me), braces, and I'm standing there in all white (okay I'm no slave to fashion nor do I acknowledge it, but even a guy can tell that these uniforms are butt ugly and he doesn't even have to be gay!).

She's never spoken to me and I don't even know her name, but I think I'm falling for her…

Three Weeks Later

Do you know how many people stare at you when you are riding a skateboard in a martial arts uniform down the middle of the road?!?!?!? It's insane!! I think I just heard a car crash. But anyway it's now Monday and I'm on my way to my 'job'. I think I might have just possibly had the best week ever. I got my braces off. I got a new haircut which I must say look AWESOME! And I got the nerve to pick up some eyeliner and stuff over the week end, so I think I look a little better. AND I got a new skateboard!!! Things are looking up.

I unlocked the dojo doors and set up the desk. Within minutes little kids and their parents started pouring in the waiting room. I looked at the clock. Ehh I still have another five minutes. Just then She walked in. She gave me a sideways glance and then basically did a double take so fast that I think she got whiplash. I grinned, blushed, and went back to sorting checks in the register.

"ALRIGHT!! CUBS ON THE FLOOR!!" I hollered. Cubs are kids ages 3-5 who are trying to learn Tae Kwon Do. Some of them are okay and others are evil, but I can't kill them with their parent's watching. I lined them up and made them bow to begin class. I looked up towards the glass and She was just staring as always. I wonder why she comes?

Twenty Minutes Later

Did I mention how much I HATE little kids?!?! They never listen (except for Aiden, god I love that three year old. He is so patient and he always hugs my leg and follows me. He's even proposed to me!).

Kids are running all over the place. Aiden is just sitting up front waiting patiently. There are four kids in class today, and three of them are the spawn of satan. At the window, She is looking on clearing amused. I was tracking down one of them until I got him in the corner. I never noticed the other two plotting to kill me. Parents had left to go do whatever. So She was the only one in the lobby. I heard the pitter patter of little feet coming up behind me. I spun around instantly. The kids had found the swords. Charlie, the one with the metal one, charged at me laughing. He swung the sword as hard as he could. (which wasn't very hard) I had to catch it with my right hand by the blade to make sure I was stabbed. SHIT!! The blades weren't sharp but that didn't stop it from slashing open my hand. The other kid, Hunter, had a wooden sword. Snuck up behind me and whacked me in the back of the head. I passed out.

When I woke up, Aiden and the other boy I cornered, Luke, were playing with the toys (did I mention that this class never really teaches Tae Kwon Do? It's like lethal day care). And Charlie and Hunter were sitting down quietly with their hand on their laps in separate corners. My hand was bandaged up with gauze and an Ace bandage, and my head was hurting, but a bottle of water and an Aspirin were next to me. Somehow I ended propped against the wall. I looked over to the waiting room. She was smiling at me. I knew She helped me. I mouthed her a silent "thank-you". She simply nodded.

I stood and downed the water and Aspirin, wincing as my hand throbbed. Parents were starting to return. I quickly made the kids line up and look as if we did something. We bowed and they ran out to their parents. Aiden came up to me.

He reached out his hands to signal me to pick him up. This was something we did everyday, I carried him out of class. As we walked to the door. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You look pretty. I'm glad you're okay Girlfriend." He always called me that.

"Thanks, Aid." I handed him to his Mom. "I'll see you later Bud!" I called after him as they left. The next class of Juniors (ages 6-12) were piling in. And there was still another Junior class to go and an Adult session. Plus I had to mop the floor later. Damn, I hate this job.

Ten Minutes Later

Okay these kids pay more attention. I already started class and they were now doing bunching drills on bags. There were about 20 or more kids in this class. Needless to say, it was pretty full today. (okay I totally did not mean for that to rhyme).

I instructed Cassie (my little 11 year old prodigy) to look over the class for five minutes. She was still sitting out there and usually She is the only one out there, but now there was on older dark-haired woman standing out there at the desk and I had to go serve 'customers'.

I stepped out and closed the door behind me. I put on my "I'm happy to help" attitude and walked over.

"Hello. My name is Spencer. How may I help you?" I asked as I stepped behind the counter.

"Hello, Spencer. My name is Mrs. Davies, and I'm here to sign up my daughter."

"No problem. The first month is a free trial, so you won't have to worry about paying for a while. Excuse me one second please."

I poked my head back into the work out area. "Cassie is running the class and if any of you give her trouble, I'll kick your sorry little as… I mean butt." I closed the door and walked back over to Mrs. Davies.

"Sorry about that. Now I will just need to fill out this paper work. Please what is your daughter's name?"

"Ashley Davies" I scribbled on the paper work.

"How old is she?"

"15"

"Then she will be put in the Adult class. Are you okay with that, Mrs. Davies?"

"yes."

"Address?" This went on for about five minutes of me asking questions and her giving me things to write down. I glanced over and She was still watching the class.

"Now could you please sign this release form and consent form? Is your daughter here with you? She will need to sign these too."

"Right here." She was standing up now and heading towards the counter.

"Hi Mom." She acted as if nothing was wrong.

"Hi honey"

"Thanks for signing me up! I'm just going to hang out here until class okay? Then I'll walk home." She wrote down her name on the paper work and handed it back.

"Sure thing. I'll see you at home. Thank you Spencer." And then her mother left. Out the door.

"So I guess were almost set. You just need a uniform. You look about an eight."

She gasped almost offended. "NO! Sizes in the uniforms are different than real life. A four would fit a seven year old." I handed her the all white outfit with the all white belt. She just stared at it. "So make sure you get changed before class." I started to head back to the class.

She called out. "My name is Ashley by the way!"

I turned around. "Mine's Spencer."

"I know." I think she saw me gulp because suddenly she stood up. She walked over to me.

"A-Ashley? Are you actually 15?"

She leaned in close to me. "Do you know how hot you look on your skateboard?" She retorted.

I blushed furiously. "I –I have to get back." I turned and ran smack into the door. She caught me before I hit the ground. Before I could think, I blurted. "Nice hands. Those could come in useful."

She cocked and eyebrow. "IN TAE KWON DO!! I'm so going away now before I make a fool of myself." She laughed and sat back down.

I walked into class. Cassie ran up to me "What was that about?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Let's just wrap this up." If anyone knew I was gay, I could get fired…

A/N: Good? Bad? I need feed back!!