A/N: First fan fiction I've ever written. The title are lyrics from For The Nights I Can't Remember by Hedley. Let me know what you think of the story.


Spencer's POV

I quickly closed my locker and made my way to the cafeteria. School was so hectic lately and it wasn't getting any easier. When I picked Music as my elective, I thought it would be a breeze because, well, it's music right? Well, no. I couldn't read the notes for the sake of my life and I sucked at playing the triangle. I know what you're thinking but the triangle is a hard piece of work!

"Hey chica, over here!" Madison yelled, frantically waving her arms like a mad woman (which she is). Beside her, Kyla reprimanded her and tugged her hand down to avoid hitting one of the freshmen.

"Hi guys, what's up?" I asked as I sat down across from Madison.

"Hey Spence, Dora over here thinks Mr. Rodriguez is hot. How gross is that? It's like dating your dad or your creepy uncle." Kyla said, shivering at the thought.

"Hey! Don't talk about him like that. He's just misunderstood…" Madison replied with a dreamy look on her face.

I rolled my eyes, not sure if she was kidding or not because, honestly, Mr. Rodriguez was gross .. and like 50 years old, give or take some.

Kyla giggled and swatted Madison on her arm, waking her from her day dream. "What's with you and older men? There's plenty of guys your age you know."

"I can't help it if I like my meat aged." She shrugged.

Kyla scoffed at Madison's reply, already beginning her speech on how inappropriate that whole ordeal would be.

I watched amused, waiting for one of them to start verbal smack down - my money was on Kyla.

"Anyway, some girl bumped into me today when I was walking to Math and didn't even apologize! Like, who does that? She just looked at me then walked off. Ugh!" Kyla exclaimed dramatically, noticeably pushing her fingers down on her sandwich, creating weird indents.

Well, so much for a verbal smack down.

I joined in on their conversation, "I'm sure you were fine. It was probably just a bump, no need to act like she sawed your arm off." Kyla could be quite the drama queen and she tends to exaggerate things. A lot. Once, she tackled me head first to the ground when I walked into her room. She claimed that she thought I was a burglar. Yeah right. She probably wanted to get her daily dose of dramatic acting done before bed.

Just as Kyla started to say something, Madison butted in. "Who was she?"

"Don't you think if I knew who she was, I would be hunting her down right now?" Kyla snapped.

Don't underestimate Kyla. She may be small but she is strong … and violent at times too. I learned that the hard way.

"Woah chica, I'm on your side here." Madison replied defensively, raising her hands.

"Whatever." The brunette drawled.

Kyla turned towards me, "So Spencer, how's Music going so far? I heard some freshmen talking about 'a chick that didn't know how to play the triangle' and I put two and two together and figured it was you." She smirked.

Madison joined in, "Yeah! I heard one of them say that you broke the metal rod hitting the triangle thingy!"

I groaned and buried my face in my hands. "Oh god, never bring that up again. I swear the damn thing was already broken or something..." I had Music after lunch and I was dreading it. At least I wouldn't be playing the triangle anymore (save it for some other sucker).

Madison started to calm done from her, in my opinion, highly unnecessary laughing fit and questioned, "Why did you even pick Music as your elective if you were so bad at it?"

"Figured I would try something new for once." I shrugged. I wasn't entirely sure why I picked Music either. Call it one of those 'callings', like the one priests and nuns get. So far with my progress in that class, I was pretty sure that I heard my calling wrong. Maybe I was born to be in the Art class or something.

Their laughter slowly died down until they stopped completely, much to my pleasure. Kyla and Madison seemed to have lost interest in me because they picked up their conversation from before. I should be slightly insulted that they were completely leaving me out, but whatever, I wasn't interested in discussing male body parts.

I just sat there looking around the crowded afeteria. People were coming in and out of the doors while others sat in groups with their friends. Everybody had their own group, whether it was with the nerds, outcasts, or the populars. Nobody wanted to be alone because, well, it would suck for them.

I glanced around until my eyes landed on a particular person. I didn't really know her. She's been at this school since freshmen year, too, but I've never spoken a word to her or rather she has never spoken a word to me.

She sat there alone, with her earphones on, bobbing her head to whatever she was listening to. Her curly chestnut hair was tamed by a beanie today, unlike other days where it was kept under control with a snapback.

She remained clueless that I was even looking at her. Maybe it was because her eyes were closed. Duh. She never spoke much to anyone and spent most of her time by herself. She wasn't one to rely on others and wasn't really close with anybody the way I've seen it. Why would anyone want to be alone? I looked around again, seeing exactly what I thought I would see. Everyone was desperately trying to find people to sit with.

I looked back at her. It seemed like she was comfortable being blended in with the wall, with no attention on her at all.

I continued to study her, trying to get into her mind. I only shared one class with her and guess which one it is? Yup, my worse class, Music. Even in class she's quiet. She just sits there and soaks in all the information, actually looking like she's interested in what the teacher's saying. In her defence, she did look like the musical type.

My mind rambled off when her eyes suddenly opened and looked directly at me. God, her eyes are to die for. Even from a distance, I could tell that she was squinting at me almost, trying to figure out why I was looking at her in the first place.

Any normal person would look away or pretend that they were looking at something else, but I stared back into her brown eyes and challenged her. I saw her sigh and wondered if I did something wrong. She stood up, grabbed her skateboard, and started walking out of the cafeteria.

I watched her walk away. The way her band shirt hugged her body, the way her loose jeans hung off her hips, and the way her curls bounced up and down entranced me as she walked towards the exit.

Just as she opened the door to leave, I saw her glance back at me. Crap, she's gonna think I'm some kind of stalker with all the staring I'm doing. She seemed surprised to find out I was still watching her, but I saw her quickly shake her head and walk out the door.

Minutes passed by and I was still looking at the door, long after she was gone.

"Who's that you're staring at Spence?" Kyla asked raising her eyebrows.

I looked back at Kyla and Madison to see them both waiting for an answer.

Ashley Davies.