Spencer's P.O.V.

"Spencer, Glen, you guys are going to be late for school!" yelled Mom from downstairs.

Like I could care. The last thing on my mind was being late to a school I didn't even want to go to.

My name is Spencer Carlin. I'm 17 years old, and I was supposed to be a Senior at Lexington High in Oberlin Ohio, the place I grew up. But no, my ambitious mother, Paula Carlin, decided to move the family out to Los Angeles so she could take her dream job working in the E.R. I'm pretty sure a huge reason it's her dream job has to do with the fact that her ex lover Ben is the head doctor. But hey, these are things I keep to myself.

My father, Arthur Carlin, gladly complied, seeing it as a wonderful opportunity to work with the troubled teens of LA. As for my twin brother Glen, who was an all state basketball champ back home, he saw it as a step toward his dream of playing for UCLA and then for the Lakers.

I was the only person in the family who thought the move totally sucked. And why wouldn't I? I had to leave all my old friends behind and start a new life, totally wrecking my Senior year. But I, being the good daughter that I am, didn't voice my real opinions on the matter to my parents. Instead, I smiled and nodded fake approval of the move when my Mom brought it up, and cooperated the whole time.

So here I am, stuck in the middle of no where. Well, I suppose it's somewhere, but it's nowhere to me, because I don't want to be here. God, I really need to learn to rebel sometimes.

"Coming Mom!" I called back as I finished tying my hair up in a ponytail.

I grabbed my backpack, slung it over my shoulder, and made my way to the stairs.

"Move it loser!" yelled Glen as he shoved me to the side at the foot of the stairs, and ran down.

"You're such a freaking butthead Glen!" I called back, running after him to beat him up.

"Stop it you two, this isn't the time to be horsing around," said Mom in a reprimanding tone.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my lunch from the kitchen counter.

"She's right you know, you guys have more things to worry about, like being on time for your first day," said Dad, coming down the stairs.

He placed a kiss on my forehead, and gave Glen a hug. As much as I hated this move, I didn't hate my parents, especially my Dad. He was definitely the cooler of the two, and the more reasonable one. Mom was more annoying and protective, but I still loved her.

"I'm so ready for today Dad! I can't wait to show these King High basketball players what real game is," said Glen confidently, taking a bite out of a muffin.

"That's my boy!" said Dad with a smile.

"Hey Spencer, are you going to try out for cheerleading?" asked Mom hopefully.

"Uhhh maybe, depends on how the team is," I said, now wanting to leave.

"Oh ok, well I think you should, I mean you were great back home," said Mom with a smile.

"Yeah, maybe. Hey Glen let's go!" I said, making my way toward the door.

I didn't feel like discussing the matter of cheerleading with my Mom because I wasn't sure if I even wanted to do it. Back home, I had done it to please her, who had been head cheerleader when she was a Senior. While I had fun since a few of my friends were on the team, I didn't think I'd enjoy it here, where I didn't have any friends.

"Bye kids, have a good day!" called Mom and Dad in unison.

I gave a quick wave, and made my way outside to Glen's used red Jeep Wrangler. After we moved here, our parents felt the need to get us gifts to compensate for how sucky the move made our lives. Glen asked for a car, but I didn't ask for anything. I decided I'd wait until I really needed something. Not like I'd need a car though, I'd probably be spending my weekends in my room, talking to my old friends on the phone, being completely jealous of all the fun they were having with out me.

We got into the car, threw our bags in the backseat, and drove off. King High was only a 15 minute car ride from my house, but today would be the first time I laid eyes on the place. As we pulled up, my desire to want to return home only increased. The school wasn't that big, and there were kids everywhere! Over crowded much?

"Come on, we have to go to the office and get our schedules," said Glen, getting out of the car and leading the way.

We had moved here during the last week of Summer, and Glen had spent the whole week here, using the court to practice, so he knew the place pretty well.

We went down a hall, turned left, and then walked a little ways until we stopped in front of a square glass window. Behind it was an older man with black glasses and a big bald spot on his head.

"What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed voice.

"I'm Glen Carlin and this is my sister Spencer Carlin. We need our schedules," said Glen.

"One moment," said the man, turning around and going to a file cabinet.

He opened up one of the drawers, searched through it, and then pulled out two sheets.

"Here you go," he said, sliding the two sheets through the opening in the window, and then continuing his work.

"I've got tryouts today, so you're going to have to come to the gym after school, and wait for me to finish. See ya later little sis!" said Glen, taking off before I could say anything.

"Glen!" I called after him, but he had already turned the corner.

I took a look at my schedule. I had Trig first period in room 405 and I had no clue where that was! On the top left hand corner of my schedule, it stated that my locker number was 36A. I began to make my way down the hall, deciding I should find my locker.

"Oh shit, sorry!" I exclaimed as I bumped into someone.

I hadn't been paying attention to where I was going because I was so focused on finding my locker. After bending down to pick up my schedule, I looked up to find a boy smiling down at me. But he wasn't just any boy, he was really cute. He had short black hair, and these lights green eyes that could make you melt on the spot. Oh, and that smile, don't even get me started. He looked like he belonged in a Hollister ad.

"No worries, it's my fault," he said, extending his hand toward me.

I took it and he helped me up.

"No really, it's my fault. I should've watched where I was going," I said apologetically.

"Yeah, you're right. But I'll let this one slip since you're new and all," he said flashing that killer smile.

"How'd you know I was new?" I asked, impressed.

"I've never seen you around. And I'd definitely remember a pretty face like your's"

I laughed, partially at how corny his line was, but partially at how it made me blush. Hey, he was cute!

"I'm Aiden, Aiden Dennison," he said, extending his hand forward again.

"Spencer, Spencer Carlin," I said, shaking it.

"It's nice to meet you Spencer. Do you need any help?" he asked sincerely.

I hesitated before answering, pausing to think it through. Which may have seemed stupid, I mean I did need help, and Aiden was cute. But I didn't know him, I didn't know what kind of guy he was.

"Yeah sure," I said, letting my need for help over ride my doubts.

"I'm trying to find my locker, it's 36A," I said, showing him my schedule.

"Oh, that's right down here," said Aiden, pointing down the hall.

He walked with me down the hall and right to my locker.

"Anything else?"

"Uhh yeah. Where the hell are these rooms?" I asked, handing him my schedule.

He laughed while taking a look at it, and then told me where each was. While I tried to retain all the information I was receiving, I had a feeling I'd probably be asking for directions a few more times today.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I think so. I hope so," I said with a smile.

He smiled back, and we stood there for a moment, just smiling at each other. We probably looked like idiots.

"Well I better get to class, but it was really nice meeting you. I have a feeling I'll see you again soon," said Aiden with certainty in his voice.

"Maybe, if fate allows it," I said, immediately regretting it.

He laughed, and then walked away, making his way to class. As he disappeared out of sight, I hit my hand against my head. How stupid did that sound? "If fate allows it" God, I needed to stop being such a tard around guys!

I opened up my locker, and placed some of my notebooks inside. I didn't have any of my books yet, we'd be getting those in class. As I made my way towards room 405, I studied my schedule, trying to memorize it.

"Watch where you're going dick!" yelled the second person I had bumped into.

Jeeze, out of all the days to be a clutz, I just had to be one today.

"I'm so sorry!" I said apologetically, scrambling to pick up all the books I had made the person drop.

When I stood up to hand the books back to the owner, it was the first time I laid eyes on the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her dark brown hair lay down in perfect curls. Her chocolate brown eyes were so mesmerizing. She wore a tight concert tee that revealed her toned stomach, denim shorts, and flip flops. With the make up and accessories, she looked like a rock star. I had never come across someone like her.

"Whatever, I can't wait to get out of this place and away from dumbasses like you," said the girl viciously, grabbing the books out of my hand and storming off.

That voice, it was so raspy, so sexy. Whoa wait, did I just think that? Nope, moving on.

I stood there for a moment, befuddled by the events that had just occurred. No one had ever been that rude to me in my life. I really wasn't in Ohio anymore. The sound of the bell snapped me back into reality, and I quickly hurried off, already late to my first class on my first day. This year was going to be spectacular! (NOT!)

A/N:

Hey guys! so there you go, the first chapter of my first fanfic! I hope you guys enjoyed it, and if you have any comments what so ever make sure you post them, I love feedback and tips! Next update will be no later than Monday! Thanks again for reading :)