Chapter 1

I was just sitting there, minding my own business, when she walked in – the most breath-taking beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She had this curly brown hair and the most amazingly big eyes and don't even get me started on her body. Can I just say right now I'm not gay. I mean, I can't be. I like guys. I do. But there's nothing wrong with appreciating the female form every once in a while is there?

Anyway, my name's Spencer. Spencer Carlin. I'm at my first year at UCLA studying film and media. Aside from that there's not really much else you need to know about me. I'm pretty average. But back to the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen…

I was on a date – see, yet more evidence to prove that I'm straight. He – the guy I was supposed to be on a date with – was dull. I mean fall asleep, 3rd grade, English teacher dull. It was bad. So here I was, trying to pay attention to this guy's third account of how he once saved a cat from a tree when he was a kid. Thrilling stuff. We were at this really fancy restaurant, the kind all the nice but incredible boring guys take you in a first date, and I was really out of my comfort zone. I'm more of a jeans and t-shirt sort of girl and this place was definitely not jeans and t-shirt. When in she walked, really confidently, like she knew where she was going. I saw loads of people turn around and stare at her and I wondered if she was famous or something. I watched the manager scurry over to her, I couldn't hear what she was saying but she looked pissed. All I caught of the conversation was the poor managers mantra of I'm so sorry Miss Davies, it won't happen again. Davies. Why did that name sound familiar? Then I clocked; Davies. As in Ashley Davies. As in the daughter of Raife Davies - rock legend. I couldn't believe it.

It was only now that I noticed the sheepish looking guy standing behind her. He looked more than a bit embarrassed by her. I wondered if he was her boyfriend. I hoped he wasn't. Wait, this is crazy, why should I care whether or not rock princess Davies has a boyfriend or not. I tore my eyes away from the drama unfolding behind me and tried to concentrate on my date.

"So I was, like really in a lot a pain, but I kept going and made it, like, all the way to line. And that's how we won regionals."

Uhm, how many times was it possible for someone to use the word "like" that many times in one sentence? I was puzzled when I looked up to his expectant face. Oh right, wake up Spencer, he'd been telling a story and now he wants me to make a comment about how "like awesome" he is. Note the use of sarcasm.

"Um, yeah, it sounded amazing," I said, whilst nodding in what I hoped was an enthusiastic manner. It didn't take a genius to see I wasn't interested. But apparently it did take an egotistical, moronic jock. Why did I agree to go out with him again? Oh yeah, because my best friend Chelsea said "he was oh so nice". I mean, I love Chelsea and everything but sometimes that girl is just too nice for her own good.

Suddenly I was snapped out of my unproductive daydream by some really loud yelling coming from behind me. It was Ashley Davies's table. And the yelling was coming from Ashley Davies's mouth. In a totally subtle way, I turned to stare at the argument taking place between the girl herself and the store manager I had seen earlier.

"What do you mean this is the only pasta you do? Call yourself an Italian restaurant?"

I didn't his reply but it gave me a chance to study the people around her. There was the boy I had seen from earlier. There was also a pretty girl that looked a bit like the rock star but not as pretty, and her eyes weren't as big or as brown and her lips weren't as kissable. Wait, kissable? Where the hell did that come from? Back to the other girl, who now looked super angry and was clutching tightly onto the boy. Good. That was good, judging by the way she just whispered in his ear they were together, which meant that Ashley was single. Whoa, that was a seriously impressive leap. Well at least I hope she's single. Oh my God, here I go again – what is wrong with me today? I am not into girls. I am not into girls. I continued to repeat my new mantra in my head as I watched her storm out the restaurant, closely followed by the other two. Whilst I attempted not to think about how good her ass looked in those jeans. Umm, I wondered how her ass looked without the jeans?

Ahhhhhhhh. Okay, seriously, what is wrong with me?

This is not normal.