Hellooo Everyone :)

So, obviously new stories up!

I don't know about everyone else, but I really like the stories where Toby is really popular at school - even if he's a real asshole. So I'm going to write one of those...

Few A/N's

-Ezra's in high school and he's slightly more 'masculine' than in the show

-Yes, Toby is an asshole in a lot of this - but I find him really hot like that ;)

-Andrew will be in this - he will not be insanely violent and rude like I've seen in other stories (Not that those stories are bad. I love those ones because it leads Spencer into Toby's arms)

-They attend Rosewood Day (the private school), not the local public school

Please read and review! :)

THANK YOU :)

'Spencer sweetie, have you got everything you need?'

'Your books, stationary?'

'Do you know where you have to go when you get to the school?'

'Have you got your car keys Spence?'

The questions kept coming like bullets; piercing any silence that might have fallen at the Hastings large, expansive family home. Spencer continued to nod and smile at her parents as she walked backwards down their long driveway to where her brand new silver Mercedes was parked. 'Call us if you need anything, Spencer.' Her father said to her, his voice clear and articulate.

Spencer nodded and a bemused expression took place on her face as she stepped into the car and shut the door swiftly; switching on the engine fluidly. After 2 years abroad with her parents and older sister Melissa, it was nice to be back on solid ground; even if it wasn't where they had previously lived. When her mother and father had announced that they would be moving to Rosewood; a town in Pennsylvania filled with wealthy and old money families, Spencer knew instantly that her country club loving, golf and tennis playing parents would fit in instantly.

Spencer had been enrolled in the prestigious and exclusive private school, Rosewood Day; renowned all over the country for its award winning Football and Lacrosse teams and their excellent academics programs. Spencer, being very much her successful parent's daughter, was looking forwards to being at a real school again, as she had found the tutor her parents had paid to teach and accompany them on their trip below her academic standards.

She checked out her reflection in the mirror in her car, and patted down her dark brown waves, today pulled up into a neat, high ponytail. While Spencer wasn't at all vain, she knew that she had regulation, classic good looks; with her large brown eyes, small, aristocratic nose, bow shaped lips and fair skin, smattered with a light dusting of freckles over her nose. She rolled her eyes and smiled as four boys in the Rosewood day uniform exited the local coffee shop and made their way down the small street to where their expensive, shiny cars were parked.

The boys were what you would call, 'extremely attractive', with their muscled, toned bodies, stylishly cut hair and aristocratic features. The tallest of the boys was definitely the most handsome and was clearly the leader of the group. His light brown hair was styled carefully to look windblown, his slightly tanned skin gave the impression that he spent his free time playing sport outside, his brilliant blue eyes glimmered in the morning sun and his nose was almost perfectly sloped, apart from a slight angle it had, probably the aftermath of a sports injury – but, if it was possible, it made the boy even more attractive. He was obviously well muscled; the hard planes of his abdominal showing clearly underneath his tight cream school shirt and obviously designer brand royal blue school blazer.

He walked with a jaunty air to him slightly in front of his friends to where his dark granite Audi was. He and his friends all unlocked their cars and drove away speedily, manoeuvring easily around the boutique and restaurant smattered streets. Spencer checked her new gold watch, a present from her father and put the car in reverse, before backing out of her spot and taking off down the road, quickly driving down the two streets that separated her from the school.

As Spencer pulled into the student car park, she noted that almost every car was pretty much identical brand wise; Mercedes, new Toyota's, Audi's – and all looked almost brand spanking new. She spotted a spare park in between a shiny black Territory and a glistening white Toyota Hillux and quickly drove in, straightening up her car before turning off the engine; pocketing her keys as she stepped out of the car and grabbing her oversized brown leather Gucci handbag from the passenger seat.

Spencer pressed the 'lock' icon on her keys as they fell into the folds of her navy blue regulation knee length skirt and started to make her way to the building with the words, 'Student Office' printed on the side of it. She flashed smiles at the students who gave her small grins and rolled her eyes at the boys who whistled at her as she walked past them. As Spencer reached the automatic glass sliding doors that were the entrance of the office, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the 4 boys she'd seen leaving the coffee shop, gathered in a group with 3 other boys; they were all talking and occasionally sending smirks in her direction – clearly discussing her.

She ignored them and continued through to where a woman was sitting behind a shiny wooden desk next to a large display of banners and certificates awarded to the school over time. She reached the desk and stood awkwardly in front of it for a minute before the woman looked up and smiled, 'Hello dear, can I help you?' she asked. Spencer was about to reply, when a door down a short hallway opened and closed and a man in his mid 30's walked out, beaming before reaching Spencer and holding out his hand.

'Hello there,' he grinned, as Spencer shook his hand and smiled back at him. 'My name is Mr Greveti; I'm the principal here at Rosewood Day. You must be Spencer Hastings.' He said, beaming at her. Spencer nodded, inwardly wondering how much her parents had donated to the school to make them so welcoming. 'Fantastic. Well first period is in about 15 minutes, so I'll give you your locker number and combination and you can head off.' He said, smiling cheerfully at her. 'I gather you got your timetable in the school package that was sent to you in the mail?' he asked, clearly not really listening.

Spencer nodded, 'Yes, thanks. I did,' she said, a forced smile on her face, really just wanting to get to her locker. The principal nodded and quickly gave her a slip of paper with a 4 number combination on it and the number '86' above it. She shook hands with him once more, before exiting out the door beside the desk and finding herself in a large hallway, lined with recently cleaned white lockers which were all neatly printed with 2 numbers at the top of each one. The hallway was full of students; making their way to class and getting things out of their lockers – and, of course, talking and giggling. Spencer slowly walked the hallway, searching for her number locker; finding it between two girls who were talking amicably as they rummaged in their lockers. She pushed past a boy who was carrying a lacrosse bag over his shoulder and twisted the dial on her locker round 4 times, until it easily swung open, revealing a spotless locker, set up with 4 shelves and 2 hooks on the left side wall. She slipped the piece of paper into her handbag and pulled out 5 large hardcover books, making sure to leave her AP History and AP French books for her first period, and her wallet, arranging them neatly on the two middle shelves. She pulled open her wallet, separating the two magnets under each layer of silk of the wallet and pulled out two neatly folded photos.

Spencer unfolded them both crisply, making sure not to crease them as she stuck them on the inside of her locker door. The slightly larger of the two photos was a picture of her, her sister and their parents on a mountain hike in France. The whole family was grinning ear to ear with their arms looped around each other's waists. The other of the photos was of Spencer and a boy standing together at a tennis match. They had both evidently just finished their set and a thin layer of sweat glistened on their skin under the hot sun. They had wide grins on their faces and had one of each of their arms around the others waists; posing for the photo.

Spencer smiled at the two photos, before pulling out a medium sized mirror from her bag and attaching it above the photos. She straightened it carefully, before grabbing a small green glass trinket box from her bag and a lip-gloss and setting them up on the top shelve, placing the lip-gloss in the box. She shut her locker and raised her eyes, taking a tiny step back as she realised that the two girls on either side of her were watching her, smiling.

'Hi!' the shorter of the two said; she had light blonde slightly wavy hair that reached just below her shoulders and clear blue eyes, 'I'm Hanna, you're Spencer... right? She asked, smiling at her. Spencer smiled back, 'Yeah, Hey. How'd you know?' she asked. 'We don't get many new students in the middle of the year; it's really hard to get in unless you know someone on the board or your parents are really rich.' Hanna explained, shutting her own locker and leaning back on it, examining her face in the tiny make up mirror she had in her hand. 'So, like, everyone at school new about you coming.' She finished, sending another smile Spencer's way.

'I'm really glad that we've got another female student,' Hanna added absently, 'this school is way to boy heavy... although, that's not necessarily a bad thing...' Hanna grinned. 'Well, unless you're Emily.' Hanna said, giving the other girl next to Spencer a cheeky grin. 'Hi, I'm Emily.' The taller girl introduced herself to Spencer with a warm smile, 'Resident gay,' she laughed in spite of herself. Spencer laughed and smiled back at Emily, before saying hi; instantly liking the tan skinned and raven haired girl for being comfortable enough to joke around about her sexuality.

'So, Hanna started, a gossipy tone in her voice, who was that guy in the photo with you?' Spencer opened her mouth to reply, a slightly amused expression on her face as she realised that the other girl had been looking at the contents of her locker. 'Yeah, sorry...' Hanna said, 'I'm totally nosy!' she giggled bubbly. Spencer grinned at both girls, laughing with Emily. 'Is he your boyfriend?' Emily asked curiously, surprisingly not sounding pushy as another person might when on that particular subject.

'Alex?!' Spencer asked, biting back a laugh, 'Oh, no! No way. He's my best friend, but he lives in Europe so I don't really see him anymore.' She smiled at Emily and Hanna who nodded in reply, looking interested. 'That's cool, Europe? Wow.' Emily replied. Spencer nodded at her, before a loud chiming bell erupted in the hallway. She looked questioningly at Hanna and Emily. Noticing her alarmed expression, Hanna laughed, 'Don't worry. It's not anything bad! That's the period bell; it tells you when you need to get to your next class.' She explained.

'Which is now,' Emily added, 'what are your first classes?' she asked, shutting her own locker and slipping two books into her dark demin satchel. 'AP History and AP French... in 203 and 206, classrooms I presume are down there?' she asked pointing straight the corridor. 'Yep, just walk straight down the hallway and on your left you'll find both classrooms,' Emily smiled at her. 'If you want we can meet for lunch? Emily and I can introduce you to our friend Aria; she's really smart like you, she takes like, 4 AP classes,' Hanna said bluntly, looping her arm through Emily's.

'That'd be great, thanks.' Spencer smiled gratefully at them, about to turn away and make her way to the classroom before Hanna grabbed her forearm. 'Oh! Spencer, there's a guy in both those classes with you,' she began, ignoring Emily who was shaking her head furiously at her, 'he's really tall – he's a varsity boy, and he's like, super hot.' She said quickly, 'Avoid him! Seriously, he's bad news he-' She was cut off by Emily who dragged her away, throwing a smile at Spencer as they walked away.

Spencer raised her eyebrows and paused for a second before turning on her heel and making her way to 203, not wanting to be late to her first class.

Spencer was settled into a desk, her history book laid in front of her, as well as a medium sized notebook and blue pen. The seat on her right was taken by a blonde haired, well muscled boy in a blue and gold Rosewood football team varsity jacket. He, like Spencer, had his things set up neatly on his desk, his book had the name, 'Andrew Campbell' printed tidily on it. Spencer had raised an eyebrow when he had sat in the second row next to her, expecting him to have taken a seat in the back row with the other football boys in varsity jackets who were lounging in their seats.

Andrew, noticing that she was looking at him, looked up and grinned at her, 'Hey, I'm Andrew,' he said, putting down his iPhone and turning his head round to look at her, 'Spencer, right?' he asked. Spencer smiled warily at him, remembering what Hanna had said to her before, 'Yeah, uh... hi,' she said, about to try and make conversation, when the classroom door opened and a middle aged man walked in, obviously the teacher. He shut the door behind him and placed his briefcase on the ground under his desk, before turning to face the class and clapping his hands together to get everyone to be quiet.

'Right, good morning class.' He said briskly, turning to right his name on the whiteboard, 'For any of you who don't know, my name is Mr Brooks and I-' Just as the teacher was about to continue speaking, the door opened swiftly and a tall boy sauntered into the classroom, his royal blue sports bag hanging over one shoulder, matching his varsity jacket.

Instantly, Spencer knew that this was the guy Hanna had been trying to get her to stay away from. Like she had said, he was tall, towering about the slightly round history teacher. He was definitely wearing the jacket, and, just like Hanna had mentioned before her friend had dragged her away; he was extremely attractive. He was the boy Spencer had seen earlier that morning.

'Ah,' Mr Brooks cleared this throat and tilted his head slightly upwards so that he could look the boy in the eye. 'Mr Cavanaugh – you've decided to grace us with your attendance. You are, however 5 minutes late.' The teacher said, attempting to look intimidating – and failing. The boy tried to look demure, but couldn't stop the grin that broke out on his face when the boys at the back of the classroom started snorting with laughter. He scratched the back of his neck – something Spencer couldn't help but find insanely adorable.

'Yeah, coach called me into his office before. Sorry?' he offered, very clearly not sincere in his apology. Mr Brook's sighed and waved his hand in dismissal, allowing him to go to his seat. The boy turned away from the teacher and an evil grin broke out on his handsome face, obviously pleased that he'd gotten away without a detention. As he cruised down the aisle of seats to the back row, a girl with very obvious dyed white blonde hair sat up a little straighter and grabbed his hand as he went to move past her. 'Hey, Toby.' She simpered, arching towards him, making her tiny skirt ride up her thighs in an attempt to look seductively at him, 'You didn't call me last night...' she pouted, 'make sure you do tonight?' she crooned, lightly stroking his hand until he roughly pulled away and shot her a look, clearly telling her to leave him alone.

As he moved away from her he passed right by Spencer's own seat and slowed his paces ever so slightly. Her heartbeat sped up as he looked down at her and smirked at her, his incredibly blue eyes looking her straight in the eye. He drew his eyes away and continued walking until he reached the end of the classroom where the rest of his friends were. Spencer heard the distinctive slap of someone giving him a high five and the hushed cheers and laughter of the 5 boys.

Throughout the whole lesson, the boys proceeded to become even noisier and annoy most of the class with their remarks on everything discussed. Spencer wondered how they had even gotten into the AP class, but then remembered that if her parents had bribed the school into enrolling Spencer, then other parents will have most certainly as well. It became obvious that the varsity boys got special treatment from the teachers, as they were not once told off by the teacher for disrupting the class.

When the bell went to signal the end of the period, Spencer said a quick goodbye to Andrew who grinned at her in return and then moved out of the classroom and down towards 206, where her AP French class was. As she took a seat, no other than Toby Cavanaugh entered the classroom, followed by two other boys in the blue and gold jackets. Spencer sighed inwardly as she remembered Hanna telling her that he had both her first classes.

Neither of the other two boys was as tall as Toby, but was a little shorter. One of them had dark brown messy hair, cropped to his mid ear with light brown eyes; the other had close cropped dark, dark hair and pale blue eyes. Both had faint grins on their faces as they sauntered in after Toby and took their seats next to him at the back of the classroom once more. As the teacher entered the class room and proceeded to teach, Spencer furiously copied down everything the teacher said, trying to fully concentrate.

When the lesson ended and the third bell of the day sounded, Spencer collected all of her things up and slipped them into her bag, before quickly introducing herself to the French teacher and then exiting the classroom along with everyone else. She made her way down the corridor, fighting against all the students trying to go all in different directions until she reached her locker. Hanna and Emily weren't at their own lockers yet, so Spencer took the opportunity to put her things away; grateful that she had the next two periods free for her own use so that she wouldn't have to carry around any books – her bag was heavy enough.

As she went to slip her two books back into her locker, they fell to the ground and she groaned; bending down to pick them up. As she sank to her knees to grab them, a pair of shiny black regulation school shoes appeared next to her. She got up and put her books away and then shut her locker, when she realised that the person who the shoes belonged to were not Emily or Hanna.

'Hey there,' Toby said, a cheeky grin on his face. She raised her eyebrows and tried to look unflustered, 'Uh, hi?' she said, her voice rising at the end in nerves. 'It's Spencer, right?' He asked, an amused look on his face, making him look dangerously attractive. 'Yeah,' she said slowly, ducking her head down to stop him from seeing the flush that had appeared on her face just from talking to him.

Spencer fumbled around in her bag until she made contact with her iPhone, before pulling it out and hastily unlocking it; pretending to be completely absorbed in texting someone to make him leave. He didn't, however get the message – or if he did, he chose to ignore it. As when she looked up a minute later, he was still standing there; one eyebrow raised and a grin on his handsome face. He laughed, and Spencer swore she'd never heard anything sexier. 'Listen, I was gonna go to the Grille tonight,' he started, referring to one of the most popular restaurants for teens in Rosewood, 'you wanna come with me?' he asked, not appearing at all nervous.

Spencer blinked, not sure she'd heard right. He'd asked her out. Toby Cavanaugh; resident playboy and one of the wealthiest people in Pennsylvania had asked her out. She gave a tiny smile and said the first thing that popped into her mind. 'Uh, yeah... sure.' She stuttered, tapping the off button on her phone quickly.

'Great,' he smirked, 'I'll see you at 8 at the Grille tonight,' he said, before meeting her eyes one last time and leaving, crossing the corridor to where his friends were crowded around his locker, obviously having been watching their exchange. 'Spencer!' a voice from right behind her came. Instantly recognising Hanna's tone, she smiled and turned round, faced with 3 girls. Just as she was about to say something, Hanna opened her mouth and shouted at her again.

'Spencer... Why was Toby Cavanaugh talking to you?' Hanna demanded her eyes wide. 'Geez, Hanna. Calm down,' Spencer said, an alarmed look on her face, 'if you must know, he asked me out. He asked if I wanted to go to the Grille with him tonight... and I said yes,' she explained, an almost defensive tone to her voice. 'God! No, Spence!' Hanna almost screamed, drawing worried looks from the other people near them, 'You cannot go out with Toby. He'll- he'll- he'll break your heart,' Hanna said dramatically, making Spencer and Emily giggle.

'Hanna, come on. Leave her alone,' Emily said placidly, 'Spencer's a big girl. She can handle it. I doubt she's going to fall in love with him,' she said. 'Anyway, Spencer? This is Aria,' Emily said, motioning from the shorter girl with almost black hair and elfish features to Spencer. 'Hey, it's really great to meet you,' Aria smiled warmly at Spencer, who smiled back, 'Likewise,' she said, 'even if the first time I met you we had Hanna squawking in our ears...' Spencer said, playfully nudging the blonde who was looking a little put out.

'Can we go get food?' Hanna piped up, rubbing her tiny stomach, 'I could eat a cow.' She exaggerated, ignoring the concerned look on Aria's face; who Spencer later learnt was Vegan. 'Yeah, sure. We can tell Spencer more about life at Rosewood,' Aria giggled, linking her arm with Spencer and tugging her gently down the hallway to where the canteen was.

10 minutes later the 4 girls were seated at a round table in the midst of all the other full tables in the canteen, each with their varying lunches. 'Okay, so, Spence,' Hanna started, already adapted to the nickname most people gave Spencer, 'We have these stupid typical cliché high school groups at Rosewood; the 'nerds', the cheerleaders, the jocks, the 'in be-tweeners', the 'girlfriends' I guess you'd say; the girls who go out with the jocks... and so on,' Hanna explained, putting down a finger every time she read out a 'group'.

Spencer nodded and waited for one of them to go on. 'You've already met Toby,' Emily began, 'he's like... 'Royalty' here; good looks, charm, sporting talent and his families rolling in money. All the girls want him, and he's a huge player so I'd say he's slept with over three quarters of the girls who go here,' she explained. 'He's obviously a 'jock', and he and 6 of his closest friends make up the 'popular' guys – the guys all the girls want to date... so on,' Aria added. 'You have to be careful around some of them, because they'll make you really like them, and then they'll completely drop you out of the blue when they get bored of you,' Hanna said sincerely, 'That's why I freaked when you said he asked you out,' she added.

Spencer raised her eyebrows and bit her lip, 'Okay... so which 'group' do you guys fit into? Cheerleaders?' she asked sarcastically. Aria giggled before going on with explaining, 'Girlfriends, I guess?' she said, before nodding. 'Hanna and I are dating two of Toby's friends; Ezra and Caleb,' Spencer looked doubtfully at them for a moment, and Hanna, understanding what Spencer was thinking jumped in. 'they're not like Toby at all though, I swear. I'd dump Caleb's sorry ass if he tried anything like Toby did,' she said. 'Most days we sit with Ezra and Caleb and stuff, but they had a meeting this lunch for football,' Aria added.

'Even though Emily's not dating anyone on the team; because she's friends with us, she's classed with us,' Aria added, smiling at Spencer, 'you'll be clichéd like that as well now, because your friends with us... if you want?' Aria grinned, raising her eyebrows at Spencer. 'Sure, I'd love that, thanks,' Spencer smiled at all three other girls.

'I know that the groups are totally idiotic and silly, but it works... everyone knows their place and everyone is friends with people that they have stuff in common with,' Emily said, motioning around the room and outside in the sunny courtyard, where, sure enough everyone was happy sitting where they were. 'Ooh, you know what's really fun to do at in free periods or at lunch?' Hanna asked cheekily, raising her eyebrows suggestively, 'watching the football team train. They always take their tops off and its pretty fun for us watching them get all hot and sweaty,' she giggled.

'God, Han,' Aria groaned, 'Your awful,'