A blonde haired girl walked slowly through the corridor, trying not to get in anyone's way and trying not to be seen. She hugged her books tight to her chest as the jocks poked fun at her thick rimmed glasses and metal smile. A plaid skirt and thick black stockings covered her lower half, finished off with military style boots. Her torso was disguised by a black hooded sweatshirt and a plain white shirt. It was safe to say that Spencer Carlin didn't fit in and that was the way she liked it and that was the way she wanted it to stay. She was invisible and it worked for her.

That was however, until she realised who she was and what she truly wanted from the world.

It was almost like Spencer had gone to sleep and had an emotional and mental makeover. She knew that something had to be done about her miserable, friendless excuse of an existence but she wanted things to change slowly. If Spencer changed all at once, she would draw too much attention to herself and that was the last thing that she wanted to happen.

She started with the way she dressed. She stood looking at herself in the mirror, wearing only her underwear. She scanned up her body quickly as if she was afraid that she would find something she didn't like.

Spencer realised that her body wasn't all that bad looking. She had a nicely toned stomach and thighs. Her breasts were of a reasonable size and she thought that she should make the most of this body she has.

However, she had nothing in her closet that wasn't a plaid skirt or baggy jeans. Sighing, she pulled on her usual outfit, packed her bag and made her way out of the door.

Spencer was an only child. She had two brothers at one point but they, along with her mother, died in a tragic car incident when she was in kindergarten. Sometimes she wished that she had someone else to talk to what was her own age. She talked to her dad and his friends but she was lonelier than anyone could ever imagine.

She walked in to her first class of the day, biology. She sat at the back of the classroom and watched all the other seats fill up except the seat next to her. Spencer sighed sadly as she opened her notebook. She looked up to take down something that the teacher had put on the board but a brunette stepped in to her sight.

"Do you mind if I sit there Spence?" the brunette asked as she chewed on some gum. She wore dark sunglasses and a slight smirk on her face.

"Uh, I uh, well, I mean, uh,"

"Good." The brunette beamed and took the seat next to her. Spencer knew that there weren't exactly any other seat in the room but she was amazed that Ashley Davies of all people knew her name.

Ashley ruled the school with her best friend Madison Duarte at her side. Together, the two were trouble. They had all the guys fawning all over them and there were so many rumours flying around school about them. The Diabolical Duo were cheerleaders. Ashley was the head cheerleader and Madison was whatever was next to that. Spencer had always had a small crush on Ashley but was always put off by her reputation.

"So you are smart right Spence?" the brunette turned her whole body to face the blonde. Spencer turned her head a little and rested her chin on her hand.

"I, uh, I guess some people would uh, say that, yeah." Spencer blushed at her inability to form a sentence.

"Would you please tutor me in some lessons? I mean, I know you might think that this is a bit weird and trust me, I think it is too but I cant afford to flunk anymore tests." Ashley said quickly and quietly, the teacher still babbling away in the background.

"Sure, whenever."

"Well we can't do it at my house because people have a tendency to just walk in to my house because I am so popular." Something flashed across Ashley's face. For a split second, Spencer could have sworn it was sadness.

"I don't want to do it at my house. Dad would have a cow." Spencer found herself relaxing slowly in Ashley's presence.

"Ok, the only time I have is after practice. My favourite place in the world is underneath the far bleachers. It's where I can hide away from everyone and no one can see me there. I think we should do it there." Ashley said as she finally opened her notebook.

"Yeah, sure. What time?"

"Well practice ends at about four but I the rest of them see you, I'm guessing they will have a field day." Spencer hung her head a little. "Just head to the bleachers after school and do homework or watch practices or something and I will come over when I'm done." Ashley smiled when Spencer nodded.

AN! Ok, another story. Have fun reading and please review and let me know that you like this or I simply won't continue it. I'm planning on making it no more than 10 parts, 15 at the most.

Reviews are really appreciated.