Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.

"Hey, it's time to wake up."

Nothing.

A shake.

Nothing.

"Come on. Do you want to be late again?"

Nothing.

Harder shake.

Nothing.

"Okay, be late."

The tall boy stands up straight and a frown evident on his face. Damn little siblings. He lets out a disapproving sigh before leaving.

The girl, on the other hand, had no plans to get out of bed anytime soon. That bed was just too comfortable to leave. With its silk sheets, comfy duvet, and large, soft pillows. Especially, for school. It wasn't going to stop just because she didn't show up. Hell, they'd probably throw a party.

Five (too short) minutes later, she cracked an eye open. And immediately closed it. The sun was not her friend right now. So, she tried again. Well, at least, the sun didn't try to kill her this time. After blinking rapidly for a couple of seconds, she turned to her alarm clock. A big, red 8:09 was what meet her eyes. Yay, twenty-one minutes until school.

After changing in and out of five outfits, she finally settled on one. Black skinny jeans, blue baby tee (showed off her eyes), and black All-Star Chucks. She was having a great hair day, too. Oh, don't forget the silver studded belt. That's a must.

When she walked into class, she was already twenty minutes. The teacher, a short Chinese man, was none too pleased by her entrance.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Spencer Carlin. Finally, decided to join us."

Spencer didn't bother to even look at him. It really wasn't worth the effort. She had already heard that same thing too many times to care enough to squeeze out an excuse. Therefore, she just took her seat by the window. She liked to look at the clouds. And was enjoying doing so until he started talking.

"Now, that our star student has joined us, how about we start the lesson."

He said this while glaring at her. She was starting to think that he didn't like her. Spencer sighed as she laid her head on her desk. If she wasn't going to finish sleeping at home, what better place than in class?

Mr. Yih, the math teacher, didn't exactly agree. "Up, young lady."

Reluctantly, she looked up. A 'what now?' look apparent on her pretty face.

"Nice face, but get up. I'm tired of you sleeping in my class. Go sleep in the principal's office."

An eye roll and an audible 'fuck' could be heard coming from her lips. Several of the students giggled. What retards. The teacher raised his eyebrows, but just pointed at the door. By now, he just wanted her out. And quickly.

Spencer mutely gathered her things and walked out the door. No way in hell was she going there. She did not need another call home. Things were already rocky with her dad.

She decided to wonder around the halls for a bit. It's not as if security would stop and check for a pass. They were too busy eating up the leftover donuts in the teachers' lounge. After five minutes, she was starting to get bored. High school hallways were so boring. As she walked past the main office, Spencer spotted her friend Kaley. From what she could see, Kaley was wearing short black skirt (it made she legs look great. Spencer made a note-to-self to tell her later), tight red shirt, and black and white slip-ons. Her friend's back was turned to her, and she just couldn't resist.

"Now, young lady, aren't you supposed to be in class?" she asked in her most authoritative voice. It sounded just like her second grade teacher. Kind of freaked her out.

Kaley spun around, an excuse already leaving her lips. Her shoulder length, black hair whipping around her face. When she saw it was Spencer, she rolled her eyes and waved her over.

"Spence, don't do that. Ya know I'm jumpy." she complained as she flipped her hair out of her eyes. It was a habit.

Spencer leaned against the locker next to her. The ugly brown paint making her a little itchy. She hated the school's color. Brown and orange. "Whatever. Yih sent me out, again."

"Again? What's that? The fifth time?" her slight Australian accent softening her sarcasm.

"No…Fourth. I'm starting to get the feeling that he doesn't like me."

Kaley closed her locker and laughed. "Yeah, I'm getting that, too."

"I'm bored. Wanna go to the shack?"

Kaley acted as if she was thinking it over. The shack or AP Biology II? Oh, what to do?

Kaley linked their arms as they walked through the art hallway. The smell of paint and paper dominated their sense of smell. It didn't smell so bad when you got used to it. They were headed towards a small shack behind the gym. It was where all the school 'cool kids' went when they skipped class. Only a few knew it was there and even fewer went to it.

"So, I was thinking that we could go see that new movie tomorrow. I'll even let you pay." Kaley said as she held back a branch for Spencer. She thought about letting it hit her, but experience taught her that that was not a good idea. Spencer was near evil when it came to paybacks.

"Can't. I gotta go to this thing..."

Kaley nodded understandingly. "Oh. How come you didn't tell me sooner?"

Spence shrugged, and then laughed. "I forgot."

"Yeah, whatever," her friend pouted. "When you coming back?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. It should only last about a week. So, probably should be back by next Thursday."

Kaley's mouth fell open. "That's so not fair. You get to miss an entire week of school!"

"You know how it'll be."

"Still. A week."

"I know. I'll make it up to you." Spencer gave her the puppy dog look. "Forgive me?"

Kaley quickly turned away. Even after all the years they'd been friends, she was still defenseless against that look. "Oh, no! Not that."

"Please?"

She sounded so sincere that Kaley had to look at her. Too late! Spencer got her. "Okay, fine. I expect ice cream and a monster movie marathon when you get back. Got it?"

Spencer smiled and hugged her. "Of course."

The shack was right in front of them. The harsh smell of liquor and weed reeked from the place. By the sound of it, there was already people in it. As Kaley opened the door, they saw that two guys were there. One was a short black haired guy in the stereotypical stoner attire. The other one in the stereotypical jock attire. They had been best friends since fourth grade. And stoned since eighth grade.

"Hey, Rick. Josh. What's up?" Kaley asked.

Josh, the jock, glanced up at her. His eyes so dilated that he probably couldn't see out of them. They probably had slept here. Considering the bean chairs weren't the only things that reeked of smoke. "Not much," he slurred. It came out so slow that it took him twice as long as a normal person to get it out. "Just chillin'."

"Well, doesn't that just sound exciting." Spencer said. She threw herself on a spare beanbag chair. The patches and stains very apparent. "Whatcha plan on doing later? I might want to stop by."

Kaley giggled and sat in Spencer's lap. The only place she trusted that had been washed in the last twenty-four hours. Spence wrapped her arms around her friend's waist.

They stayed in the shack for a couple more hours. Just hanging out and getting high until lunch. A few more people stopped by. As long as they didn't call the cops, or parents, no one cared who came.

When lunch finally did come around, Spencer and Kaley were more than a little high and slightly drunk. They had come to back to school like this so much that people thought they were acting strangely if they weren't. Their usual table was just filling up, so they didn't rush over. Not everyone may agree with what they did, but no one could deny the fact that Spencer and her friends were definitely the coolest people in the entire school. To prove it, they were the only people to have their very own table. You basically had to be invited to sit there.

They sat down opposite a green eyed, strawberry blonde cutie. She was dressed in a preppy looking pink and white striped shirt, blue jean skirt, and flip-flops. She looked very different from everyone else sitting there. So much so that sometimes people wondered, how in hell she even got to sit there. But it really didn't matter, though. She got to sit there and they didn't.

She looked up to see her two best friends. Her smile was almost blinding her teeth was so white. "Hey, guys. Where were you for third? Mrs. Stewart was so pissed."

Her sweet southern accent sounded strange when she cursed. You wouldn't expect someone so innocent looking to curse, but girl could be confused with a sailor when you got her mad.

Kaley gave her a goofy smile. "You know. 'Round."

Sarah rolled her eyes and looked to Spencer. She was always the more straight-headed, even when high. "Did ya'll go to the shack? You two know how I feel about you going there during school."

Spencer made a face. "Just for a bit. Went after Yih kicked me out."

Sarah sighed. She loved her friends, but sometimes they were too much. She decided to change the subject before she got into full-on lecture mode. Not a pretty sight if you were on the receiving end, but hella funny to watch.

"So, Spencer, you gonna ever tell me who you've been crushing on?" Sarah asked.

"Why you wanna know so badly?" Spencer answered. "It's not like it's you."

It sounded harsh, but she was just joking. Besides, Sarah was possibly the straightest girl at Hill Willow.

She shrugged. "I was just wondering. You know, you haven't gotten laid in forever."

Spencer gaped at her. She was knowingly questioning Spencer's sexual appetite. "Not true. I just haven't gotten laid in a couple weeks."

Kaley and Sarah looked at each other. Spencer braced herself. "Which is forever!" they said in unison.

"Come on, Spence. You're like the resident hoe of HW. If you don't get laid, how is there hope for the rest of us?"

Spencer just laughed at her friends. It was true. She did have a lot of sex, and with a lot of people. But don't get it twisted. She was not the stereotypical high school slut. Most of the time, she was just drunk and horny and someone happened to be there. So, maybe she did sound like the stereotypical high school slut, but she wasn't. Her shrinks came up with a reason for it, but she kept forgetting. "I think you just said the 'H' word. You know the punishment."

That stopped Kaley cold. She looked around the courtyard. She couldn't see her current crush anywhere (the new boy in her seventh). So, Kaley sighed and jumped on top of the table. "It was worth it," she whispered to her friends.

"Now, now. Little girl, watch your mouth and hold your tongue. 'Cause when I'm through you will be stunned. You're beautiful and great. You cause my death with your smile. But, alas, it is your voice that really drives me wild." she proclaimed dramatically.

Claps and wolf whistles could be heard from across the table. Kaley took a dramatic bow before jumping back down and rejoining her friends (shit, there he was). It was a game between them. Every time someone said the special word of the week (usually some random one), they had to stop whatever they were doing (whatever they were doing) and say that poem. It started during eighth grade when Spencer and Kaley were bored (surprise, surprise) during science, and they just decided to continue it.

But back to Spencer, though. Sarah and Kaley weren't going to let her get off that easy. Anyone special enough to sidetrack Spencer from her sexual exploits, had to be a something.

"So, who is little miss thing of HW hung up on?" Kaley asked.

Spencer groaned and shook her head. "No one. I just don't feel like hooking up with anyone."

"Come on, Spence. We're your bestest friends in the whole world."

She nodded her head. "Yeah, you two are. And since you're my two bestest in the whole world, you should know that I just don't feel like hooking up with anyone right now."

Her friends rolled their eyes. They knew something was going on with her, but she could be so stubborn sometimes. Since arguing with her wasn't going to do anyone good, they decided to change the subject.

"Whatever. Guess what happened right before lunch..."

They talked for the rest of the lunch period. Spencer briefly considered skipping the rest of the day, but chose not to (her after lunch teachers had already seen her). Spence grudgingly went to her fifth period class. It was one of her favorite classes, art. Well, a more accurate description would be one of her favorite teachers, Mr. Green. The old man was like her second father. Which wasn't hard considering Arthur wasn't the best anyway.

As she walked into the classroom, she was one of the last to come in. It didn't matter too much though because there was only about 10 students in the class. It was one of the only advanced classes she had (and that she went to).

Today, Mr. Green had on his usual assortment of brightly colored clothes. Bright green (he liked to always wear green) tracksuit and clean white tennis shoes. One could almost confuse him with a gym teacher.

"How's my favorite student of all-time doing?" Mr. Green asked. He put down his paintbrush and wiped his hands on his pants. There wasn't any paint on them, but one could never be too careful.

"Fine. Just a little down." It's not like she could lie to the man. It was Mr. Green.

He sat down next to her and smiled. "Go on. You know I don't like to see you upset."

Spencer sighed. God, sometimes he was like her therapist. "It's my dad. Things are...rocky."

He nodded knowingly and motioned for her to continue. "Your mom?"

"Yeah."

Mr. Green patted her on the shoulder. "Spencer, I know what it's like to lose a parent. To put it plainly, it sucks. But you have to realize that it wasn't your fault. Whatever made her leave, it had nothing to do with you. Your father may not be the best one on the planet, but cut the man some slack. You're quite the wild one."

Spencer smiled at the old man. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. You know, what her dad was supposed to do.

"Come on, now. Enough of all this sad talk. Let's try and finish that piece you've slaving over for days now, yeah?"

"Yes, sir!" Spence playful saluted at him and went to get her supplies. If she couldn't fix her relationship with her dad, at least she could fix that painting.