A/N: Hey there guys! Here is yet another Spemily story. I feel like I have been posting like mad lately... Anyway, the idea just popped into my head one day while I was in my free period. So I pulled my notebook out and started writing. I really hope you guys like this one, I am very proud of it. Don't forget to review, favorite, and follow. Until next time... Kisses, -H
I OWN NOTHING. (Although, I wish I did...)
If you absolutely had to know anything about me, it would be that I like my sleep. I loathe waking up early for school. So when I was awoken in the middle of the night by a knock on the door, you could imagine my frustration.
"Spencer? Its Ashley, are you up?" Came the voice of my dorm director, from the other side of the door.
"Ms. Marin? What's wrong? Is it Hanna?" I sat up in bed and turned on my lamp, worried about my friend.
"May I come in? Nothing is wrong, and Hanna is just fine." Ms. Marin reassured me.
"Yeah sure." I agreed, relieved that Hanna was okay.
She opened the door and walked in. Behind her stood a tall, tan skinned girl who looked to be about my age.
"Hey Spencer. I know you haven't had a roommate since Mona…err…left" She cleared her throat before continuing. "But you have been assigned a new one. This is Emily Fields. She just got in from Arizona. I'm very sorry for waking you." Ms. Marin apologized as she stepped out of the way for Emily to walk into the room.
"Its fine, Ms. Marin. I don't mind sharing. It gets kind of lonely sometimes." I smiled reassuringly at Emily, letting her know that she was welcome.
"Thank you, Spencer. Could you show Emily around campus tomorrow? She should have the same core classes as you." She phrased it as a question, but I knew that I had no choice in the matter.
"Yeah, no problem." I said.
"Okay, well I will be back tomorrow after classes to check up on you, Emily. Sleep well and have a good first day!" Ms. Marin patted Emily on the shoulder and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
"Hey, my name is Spencer Hastings, though you already knew my first name. There is room in the dresser and the closet for your clothes. Your bed is over there. Make yourself at home." I said gesturing around the room at the different items. I glanced at her one last time and rolled over onto my side.
"Thank you." Emily said, quietly. I could sense how nervous she was.
"It's no big deal. Hey, it's not that bad. It'll get easier. I've been here since second grade. You'll do fine." I reassured her, and she gave me a small smile in return.
"Thanks. That made me feel a lot better, actually." Her voice rose to a normal level and she smiled at me.
"Yeah, I'm glad I could help make it seem a little easier. I know how hard it is. Trust me. Oh, by the way, welcome to Rosewood Academy." I grinned at her.
When Emily had put her stuff away, I flipped off the light and we both fell asleep.
The next morning we were in the mess hall eating breakfast with my two best friends, Aria and Hanna. (Yes, Hanna is Ms. Marin's daughter, if you didn't already figure that out)
"So Emily, what electives are you taking?" Hanna asked, taking a bite of cereal.
"Well, I have always been interested in child care, so I am taking a class on that. I'm also on the varsity swim team." Emily answer enthusiastically.
"No way! Really?!" Aria exclaimed rather loudly, causing a few students to look at our table.
"Yeah, it's not that big of a deal. I was on varsity at my old school too." Emily mentioned, brushing it off like it wasn't a giant accomplishment.
"It is a very big deal here! Especially when a sophomore or even a freshman makes varsity. It's all because swimming and lacrosse are our main sports. We're undefeated for both. Ten years standing. My brother is hoping for varsity lacrosse next year." Aria explained excitedly.
"Yeah, Emily. You must be really good." I stated, nudging her arm with my elbow.
"I mean, that's what people told me back in Arizona. I think they were just being nice though." She said, staring down at her hands.
"Here is some helpful advice. Never doubt or brush off the compliments that people give you." Hanna added, putting her hand on Emily's arm.
"Okay, I'll remember that. Thank you." Emily smiled at Hanna then looked down at her plate.
"Listen up ladies and gentlemen! Classes start in ten minutes, so wrap it up!" Dean Smith's secretary, Irene, announced.
"That's our cue, Emily. If you want to make it all the way across campus and be on time, we better get going." I stood up and grabbed my bag.
"Okay, it was nice meeting you guys!" Emily turned and waved to Hanna and Aria, then followed me to the garbage cans to throw away our trash.
"Okay, so our first class is AP-English with Mr. Fitz. That means that we are going to the English wing." I pointed in the direction of the building and lead Emily across the campus, towards it.
"Thanks for showing me around. I know you probably didn't want to." Emily said.
"Well it wasn't a burden. We were going to the same place anyway." I turned into our class and went to my usual desk at the front.
"You don't have to sit up front if you don't want to. You can sit anywhere you like." I gestured to the rest of the empty desks that sat around the room.
"No, that's okay. I used to sit at the front at my old school too." She as in the seat right next to me, pulling a notebook out of her bag.
"Alright then. If you want, later tonight I can help you catch up with the school work." I offered while pulling out my homework from the night before.
"That would be wonderful. Thank you for being so nice to me." Emily smiled gratefully at me.
"Like I said, no big deal." I repeated, getting this weird sensation in my stomach. It was almost like a…fluttering feeling. "I'm probably just hungry." I thought to myself. I knew it wasn't hunger causing the feeling though. I had just eaten, after all.
"Okay class! Pull out your homework from last night, and pass them up the rows!" Mr. Fitz commanded, clapping his hands together loudly, making me jump a little.
I straightened up, grabbed the papers from the people behind me, and put the papers into a neat little stack on the corner of the desk. "I'm sure it was nothing." I told myself. And I actually believed it.