I walk past the rows of desks into the back pretending I don't see her, but I always do. She's always so afraid to turn her head, to look back and see me but when she does, I stare straight ahead. I can't deal with these emotions these feelings I have. It's easier to act oblivious and pretend I don't know anything. There have always been girls who have hit on me, but I just keep telling myself they're just really damn friendly. People can be friendly to people without liking them, right? Enough said.

I take my usual seat in the way back. I don't usually like to pay attention when the teacher decides to tell one of her stories; you know the ones she thinks everyone finds extremely fascinating and goes on and on…you get the point. I take my usual notepad and begin to doodle over my paper, occasionally glancing up to stare at that blond head. What? To my defense her head blocks the chalkboard. She has a big head, sort of. She looks back again. She always turns her head pretending to listen to someone's conversation, or to look at some bimbo who decided to make some loud noise and disturb the class. We never make eye contact, but I feel her watching.

I turn my head and pretend to look at the time, wait is she still watching? I look forward and read some stupid quote on the top of the chalkboard "Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live." Oh great. Is God trying to tell me something? I think I'll look at the clock again. One more minute…..RING. Thank you Lord, this class always drags on forever. I gather my stuff and look up to see her already excited the room. She always does that you know? I know she's probably more afraid then I am. But what do I know. I'm not a mind reader.

I walk down the stairs and into the court yard. I have a free hour so i grab my ipod...the only love of my life. Yeah that's right. I don't love people. Who needs the drama? I dated Aiden my sophmore year and that was it. I knew from that point on i was no longer interested in human beings. We're still friends though, come to think of it, he's my only friend, but he knows i like my space. My ipod speaks to me more then anyone else does. Beautiful, meaningful words. What else could a girl ask for? I lie down under Charlie. My tree i lay under everyday this time of day. I figured I would name him since we spend so much time together. He's a really good listener. No, I'm not crazy if that's what your thinking.

I turn the volume up and lay down under Charlie. The suns so nice and warm. It gives me a pretty good tan this time of year. That's what i love so much about LA. You never have to deal with suffocating cold weather that tries to dry your skin until you crack. I would know too. I went to Colorado once. I don't really remember that much, I was young. Hey Charlie your blocking my sun. No answer. Charlie...

I feel someone watch me. It feels so familiar, almost peaceful. What? It's nice to feel wanted, even if I'm not interested in humans. I look up to see that blond hair I look at so often. It's kind of nice seeing it from the front. It suits her face. She looks scared, shifting from one foot to another, she's still not looking me in the eyes. A part of me wants her to. I wonder what color they are. I think she's trying to pretend she doesn't see me. It's kind of obvious though I'm one of the only people out in the court yard. I'm suprised I haven't noticed we have the same free period after that annoyingly long class. This long silence is starting to annoy me. I pause my ipod and look up at her, still she doesn't do anything. I stand up a few steps away from her. Why do I feel like all of the sudden I'm making a move. She's closer now. Wait? She didn't move did she?..Damn feet. I move closer placing my hand on her arm. We've never been this close before. She looks at me in the eyes. I can't breathe. Did someone cut off my oxygen supply? She smiled warmly, and it's the first time I notice her eyes, her stunning blue eyes.

She takes my other hand in hers and softly moves her finger over lifelines. I feel myself burning everywhere she touches me. I look in her eyes again. They're so soft and clear.

"Hey" I say shakily. The first words we've ever spoken after all the times she's watched me and I'm the one nervous?

"Hi" She smiles burning holes through my eyes.

"Come, sit down" I say leading her down under Charlie "I'm Ashley by the way" Our hands are still connected, what a strange way to introduce yourself.

She look down at our fingers interlaced and moves them into a hand shaking position. "Spencer" She replies shaking my hand.

I can't help but smile. What is this girl doing to me?