Hide & Seek

Spencer's POV

Toby Cavanaugh sat at the far end of the lunch hall, scrawling on a piece of paper. His mind looked as if it was in a million places, far away from here, somewhere peaceful… somewhere normal. Of course Rosewood would never be normal – everyone knew that, they knew it was full of lies and secrets. It was like a black-hole that sucked up all the happiness and joy. It wasn't just a town. It was a monster.

He lifted his head to meet my gaze, his eyes wide with burning curiosity, I turned my head swiftly in a deferent direction as if I was absently looking at thin-air. I'd never noticed until that spilt second that his eyes were so blue, they were a colour that I'd never seen before. There was something undesirable about them…innocents…warmth? Slowly drifting out of my bubble I heard someone call my name,

"Spencer? SPENCER!" Alison Snapped, "What do you think?" She sounded even more pissed-off than before.

"Huh…oh…um yeah," I mumbled, honestly not sure what she was going on about. "Urggh, you're pathetic! " She hissed in a harsh tone that only Ally could pull off, "Emily, What do you think?"

I went back to studying Toby. I didn't believe what Ally said, He didn't look like the bad guy. So what if he messed up a few times, everyone made mistakes. He wasn't the one who through the fire cracker – We were. We'd always be 'the girls who blinded Jenna Marshall', even if no one knew. He didn't deserve to be treated the way he was.

Emily's POV

"Wear the red dress." I answered, imagining her in it. Her hair would fall like a water fall along her shoulders and her killer heels would make her look like a skyscraper, not to mention how skin tight the dress would be, making her look more like a model than a 15 year old girl. Any girl would envy her and any guy would want to date her.

The thought of Ally in that dress made my heart pound and beat against my chest. I knew it was silly to think that ally would ever love me. Truth- be- told we had kissed a few times but she'd made it clear that It was just 'practice'. She'd made me feel like crap, like I was disposable. But yet, even after all that I loved her. That would never go away, and deep inside my heart I knew it.

The bell interrupted my train of thoughts. I quickly gathered my things off the table and put them in my bag. I turned around and was about to walk away until I saw Ben. He didn't give me time to speak he pressed his surprisingly dry lips against my lips. The girls, bar spencer, gave me teasing grins; While Spencer looked like she was concentrating on something else.

Aria POV

We left Emily and Ben to give them some 'private time', we giggled and made jokes about it until we got to class. We were getting a new English teacher. Ally had said "I'd stay back in detention with him any day". Apparently he was quite young; this was his first teaching job. I was the first one in class - I liked to sit in the front row for English. It was the only subject that I liked and therefore the only one that I was really good at. I pulled out my copy of 'Winesburg Ohio'. The pages were tattered from the many times I'd read it, I opened it to my favourite page that I'd just about memorised.

A few minutes later a tall, well-dressed man came into the room. For a second I thought he was a new kid but I soon realised he was the teacher. He walked over to the board and wrote 'Mr Fitz' than turned around to face me full in the face. His curly brown hair was scattered around his forehead and his big chestnut eyes were filled with wisdom even though he couldn't have been older than 23 at the most.

I couldn't concentrate during the lesson, my mind kept jumping to things like if he worked out or if he had a girlfriend, things completely irrelevant to the lesson. By the time the final bell rang I'd memorised his face, I was sure it was implanted in my mind forever.

Even though I knew that thinking about a teacher this way was wrong on so many levels, there was something about him. The way I had felt around him today was something I'd never felt in my entire life and a part of me knew that he felt the same way.

Spencer's POV

Field hockey practice was slow, all I could think about was Toby. I was beginning to think that I was obsessed with him. But that's what Hasting's did right? If they had a hunch they'd hold on to it until they got the answers they needed.

I knew that if Ally found out about this she'd jump down my throat, but I bet she'd just be trying to protect another one of her secrets. I was really starting to get fed-up of her always thinking that she was better than everyone, that we wouldn't survive without her. Inside, both her and I knew that she wouldn't survive without us. She was just too arrogant and maybe afraid to admit it.

Unconsciously I found myself stopping at the Cavanaugh's drive way. What was I doing? He probably didn't even want to see me. It was time to admit to myself that I'd developed a slight (or maybe not so slight) crush on him. But instead of frowning at the thought like I should have I grinned widely like an idiot

Toby's POV

My Step-Mother was annoyingly dusting the TV while I was trying to watch and Jenna on top of that decided that she pretty much wanted to play the flute in my ears. There was a soft knock on the door. I personally felt sorry for whoever was about to walk into this mad house.

"Toby, Could You Get That?" She sang in her high pitched glass-breaking voice, I walked over to the door and flung it open. There stood in the sparkling twilight was Spencer Hastings. Her thick brown hiar were in a tidy bun, there wasnt a hair out of place and not a single crease on her clothes.

"what are you doing here?" I asked, honestly courios. I failed to see why a member of Alison 'gang' would be on my front porch without some messed-up or evil reason.

"I...I came to say I'm sorry I guess" she mumbeled. Mrs-Rich-A+-Student come to say sorry? Well, I never thought I'd see the day. But when I looked at her in the face there was something there, sympathy and...regret? Something that Alison was incabable of feeling. For the first time in a very long time a felt my heartbeat. Maybe she was diffrent...

AN: Despite the fact that its past midnight hear in England and all im running on is coffee im quite proud of myself. This was pretty much the intro chapter. I'll update this on the weekends and sometimes in the week. Please review and tell me if i should continue

-Maheen