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Chapter 2

My first three periods went by pretty quickly. It was just the usual syllabus being handed out and welcome to class speech. I could tell my teachers weren't too thrilled to see summer end, either.

I was starving by the time lunch rolled around. Too bad I have no friends here to sit with. I didn't really have friends back home, per se. They loved my house and my car, though. I like to think my shiny new red Corvette is better than my old pearl Solara convertible. What is it with me and metallic convertibles? Plus the fact that my brother was popular made me a shoe-in for someone to let hang around. They even let me make the cheerleading squad that my mom forced me to try out for. Lucky me. I got thrown in the air, which was fun. I can't say that I had much school spirit, though. What was my old mascot again? I don't even remember... or care. If anyone asks I'll just tell them it was Jenkins the zombie chinchilla.

As I walked into the cafeteria, looking about as awkward as possible, I heard a commanding voice call out.

"Hey, new girl! Come sit with us." I looked around bewildered, then turned back to the source of the voice. It was a pretty Latina wearing all of the latest trends with a hand on her hip and a look in her eyes telling me that I was being told, not asked. "Yeah, you, chica." She motioned me to her table, filled with girls who looked like wannabe clones and guys that my brother would probably be friends with.

"Thanks." I forced a smile. I'll take what friends I can get. "I'm Spencer."

"Madison." I took an open seat between her and a skinny guy with brown hair who was ogling me. Ew. Eyes and boobs are in two very different places. "That's Patrick," she pointed to skinny perv, "and this is Aiden, my boyfriend."

Tall, buff, dark hair, probably slept with 50 girls? Check, check, check, and check. He most certainly is Madison's boyfriend.

"Hey," I said. "So what classes do you guys have?" Oh small talk… We have a love hate relationship.

"I saw you in math class this morning," Patrick said. That didn't sound creepy at all… Creeper. "We should study together."

"Yeah, that'd be great." Somehow I always seem to say the opposite of what I'm thinking.

It turns out that I have math, physics, and biology with Patrick, Spanish with Madison, history with Aiden, and English with both Madison and Aiden.

"Girl you have to take us all for a ride in your car. That thing is hot!" Madison said. I knew there was a reason she called me over.

As I was making wonderful small talk with Madison and her friends, the girl from the parking lot was going through the lunch line getting her food. After seeing the slop school cafeterias serve, I'm reminded of why I bring my lunch. She apathetically passed through the line, and didn't even pay for her food. She must be one of those free lunch people. Hey, it sure doesn't mean she can't have a nice ass! God, Spencer. Who's the creeper now?

"That's Ashley," Madison gestured to the beautiful brunette I was blatantly staring at. "That girl's a freak. She can't even dress herself."

Ashley looked fine to me. She was wearing a cameo miniskirt with a small chain on it and a black band t-shirt. Yep, she definitely looked fine to me. At least Madison thought I was giving the "what a weirdo" stare instead of the "I'm intrigued" stare. Probably because Ashley wasn't wearing what our table was, name brand polos of different colors and animal emblems. Mine was light blue with a pink moose. I'm so stylin', I know.

"Why's she such a freak?" I asked.

"You don't want to get her started," Aiden laughed. "That girl's a total basket case."

"I agree. She needs to be sent to a special freak school," said Sherri, one of Madison's clones.

Ashley looked at our table and rolled her eyes. She left the cafeteria, lunch tray in hand. I felt sorry for her. I have no idea what she did to piss these people off, but she doesn't seem like some sort of blood-sucking demon with no soul. She might act a little off, but that's no reason to torment the poor girl. Maybe I'm just biased because I think she's hot. That's probably it.

Did I mention I like girls? No? Well, it's not like I make it public. My mom would disown me and send me to one of her doctor friends to be fixed, and my dad would probably just write a book about it. I don't think he'd have a problem with it, though. Clay would treat me the same. Glen would probably be a bit freaked out. Understatement much? Yes.

I realized it in the middle of sophomore year. I didn't like anyone in particular. I just started noticing girls the same way my friends were noticing guys. My boyfriends bored me, and kissing them grossed me out. Too much tongue. I won't lie. I kept a travel-size bottle of mouthwash in my purse for dates. I want a kiss that I can enjoy instead of feeling violated. Don't get me wrong, I like guys, I really do. I had a ton of buddies back in Ohio. I just don't like them like that. That's why I never let my boyfriends do more than kiss me. That's also probably why they didn't care too much when I dumped them and set them up with one of my sluttier friends. I love playing matchmaker. It makes me seem like a good person, when in reality, I'm just getting guys who like me to stop liking me so I don't seem suspicious. Now I sound paranoid. I'm just a bundle of great qualities, aren't I?

Finally, the bell sounded, effectively ending lunch. Students poured out of the cafeteria, trying to get to their next class on time to see which friends they shared it with. I had good ol' Patrick to accompany me.

"So, Spencer, do you play any sports?" I'm sure he did and wanted to brag about it. Oh well, I might as well let him.

"I did at my old school. I was a cheerleader." He looked impressed.

"You should ask Madison to put you on the squad here at King. I'm sure she'd say yes!" He flashed me a smile, trying to charm me.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll think about it. I might want to concentrate on my grades and colleges this year, though." I was done thinking. No thanks.

"Your choice," he shrugged. "I run cross country. Our team is the best in the state!" I feigned an astonished look and told him how great that was in order to make him feel better about himself and his doubtlessly small junk that he's trying to compensate for.

When we reached the biology classroom, an old man with thick glasses and Einstein hair told us to find our assigned seats. They were on opposite sides of the room. Bye-bye Patrick.

Biology was boring. I got another syllabus and a lullaby in the form of Mr. Finkle's voice. That has to be the best name for a science teacher in the history of the world. Once the bell rang, I rushed out of the room. My English class was on the other side of King High's massive campus.

I ended up making it to English just in time. I was rather impressed with myself. I may have gotten lost a couple of times, but I made it within five minutes. Throw me a damn party. Regardless of my school-traversing aptitude, I was the last one in class.

The desks in Mrs. Riddle's English class were set up in columns of pairs. Aiden and Madison were sitting next to each other, of course. There was no Patrick in this class to sit next to me. Lo and behold, the only desk left open was next to none other than Ashley. I think school just got a lot more interesting.