A/N: Now that is covered, lets begin with the story. :)

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tom Lynch & The N. The storyline is my own creation.

Rating: PG-13

Spencer's POV

"So, can you come over for the weekend?" Kyla asks me.

Putting my tray down, I turn towards the brunette. "Yep, I asked the 'rents last night. They said as long as we stay in town its fine." Psh, like we could go anywhere, anyway. Kyla hates using public transportation, and neither of us have our driver's license yet. "Oh, and no boys over." I smirk at that one.

You see, Kyla, my 5'2" tall, hazel eyed brunette of a best friend of 2 years has decided that our sophomore year she is going to avoid boys. Said they weren't worth it. Ha! I told her that before she even started dating. Now she is trying to get over her latest break-up, it hadn't gone to well. She still doesn't get why guys act like... well guys. See, that is why I don't date, boys just distract you with all their crap, plus I don't really find the boys at our school attractive, annoyingly ignorant more like it. They don't seem to understand that just because they think their hot and the girl is hot, that is enough reason to hook up. Not every girl likes guys that think with their little head down there instead of the one with their brain up top.

Stabbing my plastic spork into my plate I take another bite of salad. Yep, a spork. I smile, holding it up to admire it. I just love sporks, though Kyla thinks I'm a bit obsessed with them, whatever. She's the one who bought me the engraved one for my collection last Christmas. Yes I have a collection. Its intriguing how many different types and varieties there are.

Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye, I glance towards Kyla, seeing her shake her head. "What?" I ask her.

"Nothing..." she says looking at my spork. Oh, hehe. She thinks I'm crazy.

"What should I bring with me for the weekend?" I ask, trying to make her stop thinking about my obsession problems.

"Well, I've got all the stuff we need but one thing," she states. "So just bring a change of clothes and those..." pausing she peeks over at me. "shoes I got you for your sixteenth birthday. You'll wear them to Aiden's party tonight." The shoes she bought me? Ohh right, those black- Wait. Aiden's party? Aiden Dennison? You mean one of the most popular guys at our school? Best friend of The Ashley Davies, Dylan McArthur and Madison Duarte? The hottest, most popular people in all of King High. Heck no.

"There is no way that I'm wearing those death traps you call shoes! They are sure as hell not just shoes!" I exclaim, glaring at her. "And Aiden's party, no way." She can't possibly think I'm going to another one of those. She has to remember what happened last time.

"Aw, come on Spence." She giggles. "They're only 4 inch pumps, and make your legs look killer. Besides you have to go, you need to fulfill your best friend duties. I need your support." She begs.

"Support? You'll have to be supporting me the whole time if you expect me to wear those stupid heels." I huff as she smirks at me. "And besides, what would you need my support for?"

"Well um," she gives me a small smile. "Remember last year when I tried out for cheerleading?"

"Yeah, the head cheerleader gave a new meaning to the word 'cheerbitch' and told you that you weren't good enough. So you decided that you didn't want to be a stuck-up cheerleader anyway and promised that you wouldn't join the squad." Where is she going with this... She wouldn't, would she?

"They have an opening in the squad." she says avoiding eye contact.

"Kyla, no!"

"Just listen, okay?" she pleads with me.

"Fine." I growl.

"Teresa graduated last year and they made Madison captain of the squad." she starts. "Ashley knew that I really liked cheerleading so she brought Madison to the gym a week or so ago while I was practicing some routines... Madison liked what she saw and asked me if I'd like a position on the squad." She finishes, giving me her puppy dog eyes.

I know Kyla loves cheerleading, I mean she comes to every one of my soccer games, doing her own routine to encourage the team. She stands in the bleachers waving her little pom-poms around in the air while shouting out her cheers, its kinda cute actually. She says that she only cheers because 'she knows' that it helps me play better. Yeah right, she just likes showing off what she can do. Not that I mind at all, she is really good at it. It was pretty funny when I banged up my knee badly, playing a 'friendly' game 2 months ago, I mean she was even more pissed off at the fact that I couldn't play, than I was. (It wasn't funny that I hurt my knee though, it hurt like hell for several weeks, just the fact about Kyla not being able to cheer.)

I know she wants my approval of joining the squad, and she probably wouldn't join if I asked her not to. But, what kind of friend would I be if I held her back because of my own fears. My fears, like what? Hmmph. She'll turn into a stuck-up cheerbitch and won't hang out with me anymore? Or maybe she'll leave me to become one of the populars. I sigh. All my stupid fears revolve around her going away and leaving me. So what if she did leave you Spence, huh? You still have your other friends, Chelsea, Carmen... But, Kyla is the closest out of them all.

"So if Madison already gave you the spot on the squad why do you have to go to the party tonight?" I finally ask.

"Well, I didn't give her an immediate answer because I wanted to talk things through with you first." she explains. "But, the spots are filling up and she needs a definite answer from me. She told me to come to Aiden's house tonight, a little while before the party starts, to talk things through with the rest of the squad. I might have to cheer for the whole team, I'm not sure though."

"Ky, you know you don't need my permission to join the squad." I tell her. Of course she should already know this. And besides, if Ashley, Kyla's older step-sister, thinks she is good enough to show Madison, then I shouldn't hold her back.

She moves her eyes up from her tangled fingers to look at me. "I know, but Spence, I want to make sure we'll still be friends if I do. I mean I want to be your friend, but you don't seem to like cheerleaders... so if you didn't want to be friends, that's fine to. Though I do really want to stay friends and-"

"Kyla!" I stop her mid-sentence. "You're rambling." I chuckle lightly. "Listen, you are a great cheerleader, you and I both know this. It wouldn't be fair on my part to hold you back or judge you on something you enjoy and want to do. It would make me incredibly happy for you to join the squad, because cheering makes you happy. But, there is one condition though..." I tell her standing up.

"Sure, anything Spence." she says smiling up at me. "What's the condition?"

"You cannot like act like a totally like preppy cheerleader like okay?" I say in fake high voice, trying to imitate a cheerleader walk, swinging my hips.

She busts out laughing at my little act, making me giggle with her. "Spencer, promise not to act too preppy as long as you promise me that you'll never do that again." she says pulling me into a hug.

"What, you didn't like it?" I joke, wrapping my arms around her. With one final squeeze we pull away from each other.

"Ugh, asshat is heading this way." Kyla warns me, looking over my shoulder. I glance the direction she is staring. Sighing I turn towards Glen as he approaches.

"What do you want Glen?" I ask him as he squeezes between Kyla and me throwing his arms around us.

"What, I can't come and visit my two favorite girls without having to want something?" he questions with an almost too innocent expression for him.

"Well that is the only reason you ever come to 'visit' anyway, so if you don't want something, scram." Kyla states, giving him the evil eye.

"I'm hurt that you could even think of me like that Ky-Ky." He says feigning a hurt expression. Rolling her eyes she continues eating her lunch.

Those two are just as close as they are far apart. Friends, but enemies... Well not really enemies, but they do really piss each other off. "So..." I begin. Why doesn't he just ask what he wants already?

"So," he repeats. "What are you two doing after school?" I raise an eyebrow at him. Since when does he care?

"Ky has drama club…" I pause, looking at her for confirmation, she nods. Looking back at him, I continue. "And mom wants us home before they leave for Ohio tonight."

"Do you know why?"

"They want to talk to us about something I guess. I don't know."

"Fine, whatever. Anyway, I won't be able to drive you home after school today..." he stops, looking at me.

"What? Why?"

"Some of the guys on the team are hitting the park, then the pizza shack after school. Aiden wants to talk about some new formations and stuff." He states. Aiden is the captain on King High's varsity basketball team, and Glen is like his right hand man, or something like that. So of course he is going to go with them.

I sigh. "And how do you suppose I get home, hm?" I ask. "Clay is still out of town..."

"Spencer, it's only a 3 mile walk back home. I'm sure you could run it in-" He starts to say, but Kyla quickly cuts him off.

"You want her to RUN?!" she hisses at him. "She just got off crutches a week and a half ago. I mean, you don't even suggest walking, but running!" She is pointing her fork at him, glaring. I hope she doesn't stab him... then again maybe I do. My knee is a sensitive subject to Kyla, she knows how much I enjoy running and playing. She probably thinks I would do what Glen suggested and run home. Okay, give me some credit, I'm not that big of an idiot.

"Breathe Kyla." I try to calm her down. "He's a guy and that entitles him to be an insensitive ass. You didn't expect him to be any different, did you?" I say, shooting a glare at Glen. "And besides, I'm not going to run home, but walking isn't that bad of an idea. Its a nice day out and-"

"What?!" She exclaims, turning to me, the fork in her hand getting dangerously close to me.

Ha! He laughs. "Ky, you could always get Jared from the JV team to take her home. I could have sworn he was checking out Spencer last week." he smirks. "And put the fork down before you break a nail or something." He snickers, reaching for her hand.

"He was not!" I insist. Jared was Kyla's last boyfriend, the one she just broke up with. Glen, you're such an ass.

"Listen here dimwit." She starts, slapping his hand away. "Why don't you go do what you do best and fuck off." With that said, she storms off towards the gym, most likely going to do some yoga breathing or something. She says it calms her.

"Well she must be PMSing." Glen murmurs, watching her walk off.

Raising my hand, I slap him upside the head. "Idiot." I mumble, before getting up to go after her. Passing the popular's table I stare at the ground, trying to keep my pace steady, not wanting to put to much pressure on my leg. Continuing towards the gym I hear Glen call out "Spence wait!" but ignore it and keep going. I try to speed up a little when I hear footsteps behind me, but pause when I hear "Blondie wait up!" in a girl's voice. Stopping, I turn around, and- Holy crap! Dylan is coming up to me.

Stopping in front of me she shoves her hands in her jean short pockets. "Hey" she says. "You're Kyla's friend right?"

"Uh, hi. Yeah Spencer." I answer back, bringing my eyes up from my shoes to her eyes. Jeez, isn't there a dress code or something? I'm pretty sure her 'shorts' wouldn't be allowed. I mean they barely cover her ass! Not that I was looking at it or anything... And doesn't she know that if you're wearing a white top, a black bra isn't the best option? Of course, she probably did that on purpose, and hey I'm not complai- I mean I'm sure the boys aren't complaining, or some girls since she is BI. Yeeaahh, I should probably be listening right now.

"-wanted to know." she finishes.

"Huh?" I ask, confused.

"Weren't you listening?" she asks, giving me a smirk, obviously knowing the answer. What was the point of asking me then? Sigh.

"Erm, not really, sorry. I was distracted by... uh, something." I finish lamely. Her smirk grows bigger as I look down, my cheeks turning a non-light shade of pink. Nice going Spence! I hope she doesn't think I was checking her out... because I wasn't. Well then why would she think that, if you weren't. Well I was looking at her clothes, but just at the clothes, not her really... Uh, what the hell is wrong with me? Inner voice, SHUT UP!

"Okay..." She pauses watching me fidget. "Anyway, what happened with Kyla? Ashley saw her run past the table looking pretty pissed off at something and she wouldn't answer her." She says, putting her hand up to block the sun from her eyes. "Ash wants to know if she has to kick someone's ass." she finishes giving me a pointed look.

"Oh well um, my brother was just being his normal idiotic self and said some things about Jared and me." I take a breathe. "And Kyla is still sensitive about that subject. So yeah.." I finish.

"About Jared, hmmph." I hear her mumble." Guess she knows about him. I'm not to surprised, I mean she is Kyla's older sister's best friend. I'm sure they've talked before. Well you never know, I mean I've been Kyla's friend for 2 years and have been to her house a lot and Ashley has barely spoken a word to me. Whatever, she obviously knows.

Focusing back on Dylan, I see she's looking at me. Did she ask me something? Is she waiting for me to reply? Crap, what was the last thing she said? Think. Think. Think. Oh, damnit, I don't know. Why the heck can't I stay focused?

"Spencer." She she says, her smirk back in place.

I bite my lip. "Uh, yes?"

"Are you going to the party tonight?" Aiden's party. Ugh.

Huh? I give her a confused look. "Well actually I was hoping to get out of it... Kyla has to go though, something with cheerleading."

"Yeah I heard..." She flashes me a smile. "Well if you do come, I'll see you later." With that she turns around heading back towards her table.

Why would she ask me if I was going? She couldn't possibly care. I guess she was just making small talk? Ugh, I don't know, and to tell the truth, I really don't care. I mean, why should I? Looking back towards Dylan, I see she has reached her table and is talking to Ashley. She moves her hands around a bit before leaning down to whisper something in her ear. Turning her head she looks over at me, Ashley copying her. They stare for a couple seconds before looking at each other, smiling. What the heck was that about? Turning around I quickly finish my walk to the gym. I don't have to worry about them, I've got to find Kyla.

A/N - Okay, so tell me what you guys think. Should I continue? Well, guess what? I'm going to continue anyway! Hehe. Also, I'm just writing this because I enjoy it, but I'm always happy for constructive criticism.

In the next chapters I hope to move the story along a little bit more. I didn't get to far, but I'm pretty happy with this chapter.

I had a good idea for a One-Shot, but I decided to try and write a story out of it. I'm sorry if it takes a little while in between chapters. I'll write as often as possible and post soon. (Hopefully within a week) Tell me what you think. Thanks :)