Spencer's Point of View:
It's my first day of school in L.A. Not like I'm looking forward to it. It's been 3 months since we moved here, but this is gonna suck, a lot. Not only does being the new kid suck in any respect, but being the new kid, in a new state on the other side of the country, in my senior year has got to be some kind of a record. I mean, I understand why my mother and father moved us out here. There is a hell of a lot more opportunity than my hometown of Carrollton. Never heard of it? Well you aren't alone. Most people haven't. At first, I was so mad at my parents for moving me out here, away from my best friend in the whole world, my school that I was super excited to graduate from, and my crush. But, as a minor at the time, I didn't really have a choice, did I? Well, one thing's for sure. California 10's definitely exist.
As I made my way to my first class, I stopped by my locker to get my trumpet and drop off some of my books. As I unloaded my trumpet to make room for said books, I saw her. It was like all time just suddenly stood still. I didn't know what was happening. She started walking towards me, and I didn't know if I was having a heart attack or a stroke or if my heart was just beating fast. Yup, it just happened. My heart beat so fast that I'm pretty sure it just skipped a beat.
"Hey you, you're in front of my locker."
It was like reality suddenly set back in and now my heart was beating so slow that I could barely muster up the word, "Sorry" before moving out of the way. The angel next to me just stood there, looking in her locker for something when she suddenly turned to me and barked, "Can I help you?"
"Ummm… Yeah… Do you know where the band room's at?" I stated as I moved my gaze quickly towards my trumpet sitting on the ground.
"Ummm, I think its J quad or something. By the art rooms. You're new aren't you?"
"Yeah I am. Spencer Carlin."
"Ashley Davies. What do you play?
"Trumpet. Since I was 10. Which quad is the J quad? This school is a little confusing."
"That's because it was designed by a guy who designs prisons. Have you noticed how every building seems to be like those watchtowers from those classic prison movies?"
"Yeah I was wondering about that." RING!
"Damn, well we better get going before we are too late. At least you have an excuse, you're new. Have you seen much of La La Land?" Ashley asked while walking with me towards what I assumed was the J quad.
"No, not too much yet. Universal city, Disneyland, the marina…"
"Ok, stop stop stop. I am taking you out after school and showing you what this place is really like. Meet me at our lockers," she stated before pointing towards a classroom and walking off.
After the final bell rang, and Ashley had shown me around the real L.A., we headed back to her place. Her house was huge, a mansion. I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom, where we started to watch TV. That's when I looked at her, I mean really looked at her, and studied what she was doing.
Ashley was on her stomach and had her eyes fixed on the TV. She was wearing a denim mini skirt and an off white colored t-shirt with a star on it in different colors. On top of that she had a vest, and she had some bracelets on to accessorize. Her hair is beautiful, brown, curly, and framing her face. Her eyes were a nice brown. I normally don't like brown eyes, but hers are just so beautiful. I wonder what she is thinking about right now.
I must have been staring because the next thing I saw was her smile. Ashley had turned her head towards me, caught me, and smiled at me. I quickly turned away, my face suddenly getting warm.
"Enjoying the view?" There it was again. That feeling when you can't help but smile. When you close your eyes, smile, and feel your heart speed up and slow down all at the same time.
"Ummm… Well…" I started, but couldn't seem to muster up anything that made sense.
"Because, I definitely am."
At that, I quickly turned my head to see what she meant. Ashley had turned onto her right side and had her head in her hand, eyes fixed intently on me, looking me up and down. Our eyes met, and I bit my bottom lip. I turned my head slightly to the left as I released my bottom lip to produce a small smile. I looked at the TV for a second, and when I looked back at her, she had moved closer to me. Her eyes still fixed on me, watching my every move, trying to read my every thought.
"So, what time do you need to be home by?" she asked never taking her eyes off me.
"Shit! What time is it?" I painfully rip my eyes from hers and check my watch. "Well, it's 5:30, and dinner is usually at 6, so we should probably get going."
Ashley finally tore her eyes away from me and reached for her keys. "Fine" she muttered, just loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough to where I'm not sure if she knew I heard her.
As we pulled up into my driveway, Ashley turned the car off and looked over at me. Our eyes met again, and my heart felt like it was almost going to beat itself out of my chest.
"So, can I call you sometime? Just to talk… or whatever…" I asked. Wait, I asked that? Did those words just come out of my mouth?
"Yeah!" She said, almost too enthusiastically. She handed me her phone and I handed her mine as we put our numbers in. I opened the car door and stepped out. Before walking away, I turned around, smiled at her, and thanked her for one of the best days in this city so far. She smiled back at me, and looked me in the eyes intently as she said nonchalantly, but ever so sexy, "No problem, Spencer. Glad to show you a good time, any time."
I walked to the front door of my house, and before I opened it, I looked back over my shoulder hoping that she would still be there for me to grab one last look. She was. I smiled and she smiled back at me with that smile, one that made my heart start all over again with that feeling. And I walked inside, but not before watching her drive away.
As I lay awake in my bed, I look over at the clock. 2:31am. Great. I am gonna be so tired tomorrow. I can't get to sleep though, and I don't know why. Well, that's not entirely true, I know why. Ashley Davies, that's why. I can't get her out of my head, and I don't know why. Well, that's not entirely true either. I can't get her out of my head because she's beautiful. Those eyes. I can't get her eyes out of my head. Something about those eyes… How they just looked into me, not at me, not through me, but into me. Almost like if she was looking into my soul, trying to become one with me. Why was she looking at me like that?
Ashley's Point of View:
God, not another first day of school. Haven't I done enough of these already? And on top of that, they freaking assigned me a new locker. Just because I can't get along with the queen bitch Madison doesn't mean that I should be the one moved. Well, I guess in retrospect, I did kind of push her really hard that last day of school. I heard she even had to go get her back checked out. Oh well, she deserved it. Making those comments about me like I wasn't standing right there. And to Aiden too. She should have known better.
"Hey Ash, how's it going."
"It's fine Aiden. Just going to make myself at home in my new dork infested locker. Who's that in front of it?"
"I don't know. But, she's cute." That she was. Blonde with blue eyes, short but not a midget, and staring right at me.
"Well, that's my cue. She's looking at me so I had better go introduce myself" I stated as I walked towards my new, possibly improved locker.
"Hey you, you're in front of my locker", I stated as I approached her. Damn, why did I have to say that in such a harsh tone? What am I, an idiot?
"Sorry" she managed to squeak out.
As I moved things around in my locker looking for my lip gloss, I could feel her gaze on me. I half smiled to myself, then for some reason stated rather harshly, "Can I help you?" Dammit! Why am I such a harsh bitch?
"Ummm… Yeah… Do you know where the band room's at?" I looked over and noticed an instrument case on the ground.
"Ummm, I think its J quad or something. By the art rooms. You're new aren't you?"
"Yeah I am. Spencer Carlin."
"Ashley Davies. What do you play?
"Trumpet. Since I was 10. Which quad is the J quad? This school is a little confusing."
"That's because it was designed by a guy who designs prisons. Have you noticed how every building seems to be like those watchtowers from those classic prison movies?"
"Yeah I was wondering about that." RING! That damn bell is always ruining my moments.
"Damn, well we better get going before we are too late. At least you have an excuse, you're new. Have you seen much of La La Land?" I asked while I led her to the J quad. I watched her as she walked. Wow, she sure can handle that trumpet case.
"No, not too much yet. Universal city, Disneyland, the marina…"
"Ok, stop stop stop. I am taking you out after school and showing you what this place is really like. Meet me at our lockers," I said as I pointed to a classroom then walked away, looking back at this girl as she walked inside. Well, I guess California isn't the only place that can produce a California 10 I thought as I walked inside my own respective classroom.
We made our way back to my house after I showed Spencer around the real L.A. I led her upstairs, feeling her eyes watch me as I did. What was it about this girl that made me want to hang out with her? I never like people, especially people who are from Ohio and play trumpet. Ok, granted I don't exactly know someone who can meet both of those things, but normally, I wouldn't even associate myself with someone like her. In fact, I'd make fun of them.
I made my way into my room, her eyes still watching me as I moved onto the bed and laid on my stomach, my head towards the foot, and turned the TV on. I started watching some shit about Lindsay Lohan or someone like that, when I felt her gaze still on me. What was she staring at?
I crack a smile on my face and turn towards her. She didn't seem to notice that I had moved at first, but quickly turned her head when she did, face getting a little red.
"Enjoying the view?" I asked, smile still on my face. She closed her eyes for a second, smiled, then started to mumble something. I couldn't really understand that she was saying, but I couldn't help what I said next.
"Because I definitely am." I moved on the bed, inching closer to her, getting close enough to smell her, but not so close as to make her freak out. I looked her up and down, and knew I had said the right thing.
There, I said it. I think she's hot. Hell, more than hot. She is the out of state definition of a California 10. She's the Ohio 10. I watched as she turned her head back to me. Her eyes met mine, and she bit her bottom lip before turning her head slightly to her left and smiling. I didn't let my eyes off her for a moment. I want to know what she's doing, what she's thinking, who she's thinking about.
Never removing my eyes from her, I asked "So, what time do you need to be home by?"
"Shit! What time is it?" She broke our gaze, but I kept my eyes focused on her. She looked at her watch before stating, "Well, its 5:30, and dinner is usually at 6, so we should probably get going."
Ugg. "Fine" I muttered, just loud enough for me to hear, but not Spencer. I tore my eyes away from her and found my keys, grabbed them, and led her to the car.
As I pulled into her driveway, I turned the car off and turned to face her. My eyes met hers. Wow, those eyes. I don't think I've ever seen eyes that clear before, that shade of blue before. They are beautiful. I looked at her for what seemed like a long time. Studying her looks, movements, and trying to guess her thoughts.
"So, can I call you sometime? Just to talk… or whatever…"
"Yeah!" I said, a little too enthusiastically. I took my phone out, handed her mine as she handed me hers. I put my info into it, then added my own awesome personalized ringtone before handing it back. She started to get out, but before she walked away, she turned and smiled at me, thanking me for one of the best days in the city so far.
"No problem, Spencer. Glad to show you a good time, any time", I stated as I tried not to stumble over my words or sound too nervous. She walked to her front door as I turned my car over. Just as I looked up, I saw that she hadn't gone inside yet. I looked into her eyes again, and smiled. The first genuine smile I've had in a long time. My heart started to beat, slightly faster, but not so fast that I thought anything much of it. I started to pull out of her driveway as she opened the front door and crossed the threshold. I watched as she started to turn back towards me as I drove off, thinking about today.
"Aiden, this girl is something else. She is smart, beautiful, sexy, oh I could go on and on. She plays the trumpet, so I bet she's a great kisser. I wonder what else she might be good at. Don't you even start trying to picture us together. Not your fantasy, that one is for me only. Got it? Can you believe she asked me for my phone number? It took me by complete surprise. I couldn't help but stare at her. I looked into her, you know? Like, I was looking at her at first, but then I started looking into her. Like I was looking into her soul, trying to figure out who this girl was who was in my bed with me, and not like that. Then when I drove her home, I couldn't help but watch her as she walked away from me. Aiden, she looked back at me to watch me leave. Not just once man, but at least twice. Anyways, I don't want to fill up your voicemail. Call me later. Peace out bitches, especially Madison."
