Spencer Jackson was one of the most talked about girls at Ayer High, even though she preferred otherwise. But she isn't popular because her boyfriend was a jock, or she because she had the most expensive clothes, it's because of her past. Most students at Ayer High had heard the story countless times. Some thought it was too surreal to be true.

Today was the first day of senior year. Spencer was going to graduate this year. There were a lot of new teachers and staff and students this year. Spencer made her way through the crowd and entered her first period class.

Sage spotted her friend, Candace, in the first row. She sat on the right of Candace. The remaining students filed into the classroom.

"Good morning, class. I am . I will be your Creative Writing teacher this year." Seth stated. He gave the students their first assignments and sat his desk.

"Psst." Candace whispered. "What do you think about the new teacher?" Spencer thought he was gorgeous.

"I love his hair." Spencer murmured. Candace nodded in agreement. His hair was half blonde, half brown.

Seth looked around his classroom. He stopped at the girl with chestnut colored hair. Her eyes were on her paper and she was engrossed in her work. She glanced up and her emerald green eyes met his for the first time. They both had the same thought: Perfection. The bell rang and students began to gather their belongings.

*1 hour later*

Spencer was done with her second period class, now it's time for third. She sat in the middle of the first row. The teacher walked to the dry-erase board.

"Good morning, class. I'm Dean Ambrose, your Psychology teacher this year." Dean explained. He handed the students their assignments.

Spencer completed some of her work. She rested her head on the desk and fell asleep. Dean was grading papers when he noticed, but said nothing.

The bell rang and the students left. Dean rose from his desk to wake up Spencer. He shook her a few times.

"You feel asleep during class." Dean stated. "And you didn't complete your work. You must come back after school to complete it."

"But-"

"No buts. I'll see you at 4:15." Spencer stormed out the class. He was unbelievable!The halls were pretty crowded. She bumped into someone and fell to the floor.

"Ugh, watch where you're going!" Eve exclaimed. Eve Torres was her arch enemy since forever. Eve walked off. Someone grabbed both her arms and pulled her up.

"Are you okay?" asked. Spencer jerked away from him.

"I'm fine. I just fell." Spencer lied. Eve always gave her a hard time.

Seth sighed as she walked towards the restrooms.

Spencer entered the gymnasium for her PE class. She walked towards the locker room. She spotted her friend Candace.

"What's wrong?" Candace asked.

"Everything. But if you want to be more specific, Mr. Ambrose and Eve Torres." Spencer replied.

"Who is ?" Candace asked.

"Third period Psychology teacher. He's making me stay after school to complete my class work. On the first day of school."

The students lined up against the wall of the gym. The instructor introduced himself.

"I'm Coach Reigns. I'm the PE and Health instructor this year. This semester, we will be learning football." Roman explained. Spencer liked his calm demeanor.

The class split into two groups of 10. They formed two lines facing each other. The students took turns throwing the football to each other. Spencer struggled throwing the ball. Coach Reigns approached her.

"Don't palm the ball. Hold it lightly with your fingertips." Roman stated. "And always hold the ball near your ear." He positioned her arms for her. Both felt a spark from the touch.

Roman noticed Spencer was throwing the ball with her left hand.

"Spencer, are you left-handed?" Roman asked.

"Yes." Spencer said as she caught the ball from her partner.

"You know, lefties make the best athletes." Roman stated.

"I've heard."

*Later That Day*

It was 4:15 and Spencer walked into her Psychology class. Dean wasn't in yet, just some other students that had to stay also. Spencer greeted them and proceeded to her seat. Two boys were scribbling on his dry-erase board. We heard footsteps coming closer and closer. They pulled the projector screen over the board. The boys scrambled to their seats.

Dean began handing out incomplete work to the students. Instead of sitting in his desk, he sat in the empty seat next to Spencer. She didn't say anything, she just continued with her work. Spencer would never admit it, but was kinda attractive.

"I didn't think you would show up." Dean admitted.

"Why would you think that?" Spencer asked.

Dean shrugged. "No reason."

By 4:35, all the students were gone except for Spencer. Dean just gazed at her while she completed her work. He stared at her long chestnut hair that complimented her tan skin.

"Mr. Ambrose, I don't understand the last question." Spencer admitted. Dean snapped out of the trance he was in.

"I'll do you a favor and mark it correct anyways." Dean stated. "Just leave it blank."

"Um, thank you, I guess." Spencer said. "Have a good evening."

A/N: What do you think? This is just a little idea that has been lingering in my mind a while, so I finally turned it into a story.

Reviews are appreciated!