A/N: Hey guys. So Sorry!!! That I didn't post sooner. I was actually up in New York because my sister just had her baby boy. So exciting! As soon as she got to the Birthing Center, she called and told us to come up. So I was there for a good part of the week.

Here are some more replies to reviews. Again, if I don't reply directly to you I still read them and love 'em. :D Thanks!

Lola - Really, its been out that long? hmm, I guess I'm not that observant or something. :P
teriyakiskater - Hehe. You'll find out soon, don't worry :)
chloedarko - Aw, thanks. Glad you enjoy it!!
Momo The Great - I know! =p
areader96 - Yeah it was!
kills70 - :O Kylan? I didn't really think of that. Maybe.
XSamXStutterzX - Screw Bobby? I'd rather screw Ashley. :P LOL! And about the whole thing with Dylan & Ashley, You'll find out veeeerrrrry soon. Anywho, thanks, I love your reviews! :D

Info:
Music = 'Anything written bold and in these things'
Flashback= Everything is written in italic.

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

Rating: PG-13

Spencer's POV

Previously:

"Spencer?" Kyla tugs on my arm, hard. Ow! What the hell? "Spencer-"

"What?" I snap, rubbing my wrist. She gives me a quick look, turning back to the guy standing in front of us. Whoa, when did he get here?

"Spencer, I would like you to meet Bobby." she gives the guy a smile. "Bobby, this is Spencer, the girl I was telling you about." Huh?

"Hi." He says, extending his hand. "Bobby."

"Uh, hello." I reply, giving his hand a quick shake. I turn back towards Kyla, giving her a questioning look. Who the hell is Bobby?

Glancing at me, she turns to him, smiling. "I met Bobby two weeks ago at that quaint, little coffee place I've been meaning to try out." she says. "You know, the one down at the corner of Tucker Street."

"I see..." And what does that have to do with me? OW! She just jabbed me with her elbow! "What?!" I hiss at her through the side of my mouth.

"Bobby, we'll be right back. We're just going to get some drinks, okay?" Without waiting for him to reply, she grabs my arm, pulling me into the kitchen. What's her problem!?!

"Jeez Ky!" I exclaim, glaring at her. She set me up! I cannot believe that she would do that!

"What do you mean 'what'?" Pulling out a couple beers, she slams them on the counter. "Couldn't you just be polite?"

"Well I don't understand..."

"Don't understand what Spencer?" Grabbing two cups, she pours two of the Coronas into them, leaving the third bottle full.

"Well first off, who the hell is Bobby?" I question. "I mean you met him and everything and then you wanted me to meet him. Why? Who is he to me or you?" I hope you didn't pick him out to date either of us.

She sighs, putting the empty bottles on the counter. "He wanted to meet you." She says, quietly. Huh?

"What?" I ask. Why would he want to meet me?

"He thinks your nice or great or something and he asked me to introduce you."

"How can he think I'm "nice or great or something' if he hasn't even met me? I mean, I never had an actual conversation with him. He couldn't possibly know anything about me." I say. "Does he even go to King?"

"No," she replies. "He used to, then transferred over to Glendale, better teachers. At least that is what he said."

"Okay..."

"He's seen you around Spence, and I maybe talked to him a little about you-" I cut her off.

"Well he couldn't learn that much about me from you. Anyway, I still don't get why he'd-" She rolls her eyes. I pause. "What?"

"Spencer! Some people want to meet you just because they think you're hot, not just because they think you're smart or something." she says. Huh, he thinks I'm hot?

"But I'm not..."

"Spencer, you are." she smirks. "I mean even my sister thinks so..." My eyes bug out. "Yes. I caught her checking you out a several times. The guys at school do it all the time, maybe even a few girls. Spencer. You. Are. Hot." She pauses, glancing at me. "Hell, even I noticed!" she laughs, turning around, back towards the drinks.

Whoa, Ashley thinks I'm hot? I grin. "You notice what?" Hearing the familiar voice, I immediately whirl around, turning my attention on her. Beer in hand, Ashley strolls over to us, hopping up on the counter next to where I'm leaning. Dylan, a couple paces behind her, walks over to Kyla, looking over her shoulder.

Still smirking, Kyla answers. "Spencer's hot." My cheeks burn as they pivot around to face me, grinning.

"Can't deny that." I hear Ashley murmur, her gazed locked on me. The burning in my cheeks intensify as I take a peek at Dylan, seeing her do the same. Taking several gulps of her drink, Ashley turns towards Kyla. "So I'm guessing it didn't go well with that guy, umm Robby?" Pointing her finger at me, she continues. "Well, since she isn't with him."

"Oh shit. I forgot about him!" Kyla exclaims, hastily picking up the drinks, heading to the other room. You forgot about him? HA! That's funny. Hearing laughing I look over at Dylan, seeing her duck behind the counter, hiding from Kyla's glare. "And its Bobby. Now Spence, c'mon, lets go." Ashley snickers to the left of me as I groan, pushing myself away from the counter.

"Why the hell do I have to entertain him?" I mutter to myself. "I'm not his damn babysitter."

"Hey Spence," I pause, looking back at her. "If you want, you could always babysit me. I'd love to play with you." Ashley smirks, as Dylan howls with laughter in the back. I just roll my eyes, heading towards the living room. It wasn't even that great of a line.

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"Yeah, actually I used to live in New York. I moved to L.A. with my parents, a change of scenery." He says, smiling. Okay, I hate to admit it, but Bobby's actually pretty nice. I mean he's smart, has a sense of humor, isn't that bad looking, and by that last comment it sounds like his family's got some money... Not that I really care about the money or anything, I care more about his personality. He doesn't seem snobby, like most of the rich guys at our school.

"Oh, that's cool." I reply. Yeah, so we've been talking for a while now. We covered the basic stuff; names, where we're from, some hobbies, etc... I look down at my watch. Ugh! Kyla's been gone for a while now, she better come back soon. I mean, he may be great and stuff, but I'm getting kind of bored. Well, on the plus side, at least he didn't ask me to dance or anything.

"So... Do you want to dance?" he asks, looking at the bodies, dancing just a few feet away from us. Ah shit, there goes my luck.

"Umm, actually I think I'm going to get something more to drink and maybe a snack... Not really in the mood for dancing right now." I say, getting up from the couch.

"Oh, that's cool. Maybe later." he says, standing up. "I'll come with you. I need a refill also." I just nod. Dude, I didn't invite you, so why are you coming?

Putting his hand on my back, we make our way on the outside of the crowd, toward the kitchen. Surveying the crowd, I spot Kyla, dancing with some guy. Hmm, he looks familiar, but its kind of hard to see in the lighting. To the left of her I see Dylan talking to some cheerleader, and Ashley dancing, some girl pressed against her front. Moving with the music, I see her look over the girl's shoulder, right at me. Shifting her gaze behind me, she looks at Bobby. Slightly frowning, she glances at the arm he has on my back, pretty low, if I do say so myself.

"Hey, you okay?" I feel him whisper, his head bent down by my ear.

"Yeah, why?" I ask, twisting my head to look at him.

He shrugs. "You just stopped walking, I thought maybe you decided you wanted to dance." I shake my head, continuing to the kitchen. With a quick peek to see if she's still watching, she is, I turn the corner, going into the kitchen. That was odd. I shake my head, walking around to the punch bowl, filling up a small cup. Putting a handful of chips on a plate, I pull out the stool, sitting at the island counter. Popping a chip in my mouth, I watch him get out another beer from the fridge.

"You want one?" He asks, using the can opener to get the lid off of his. I shake my head, pointing to my cup. Walking around, he comes and sits on the stool next to me. "You know Spencer, you look-" He gets cut off as some guy runs in the room.

"Hey Bobby, Aiden and Jeff are starting a round of Beer Pong in the other room, you coming?" The guy asks.

"Well I don't know..." He pauses, looking at me.

"Go ahead." I say. "If you want to play, go. I need to go find Kyla anyway." I smile. Perfect opportunity.

"You sure you're fine with it?" He asks, getting off the stool. I nod. "Alright Dave! Lets go kick some ass!" The guys laugh as they run to the other room.

"Boys..." I mumble to myself. "I hope he gets drunk and passes out. I won't have to hang with him then." I snicker, leaning my head on the counter.

"Well obviously it didn't go well if you wish he'd pass out." I look up to see Ashley come in and straddle the stool next to me. "And here I thought you guys looked like you were having fun."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, lots of fun."

"So what happened? Where's Billy?" she asks, stealing one of my chips.

"Bobby." I correct. She scowls. "And he went to go play beer pong or something." Reaching over I fill my cup up with some more punch, its pretty good.

"He left you here by yourself?" she asks.

"I'm fine." I answer. "I was hoping for an excuse to get away from him anyway." Eating some more chips, I glance at her, seeing her stare at me. "What?" I question.

"Do you want to dance?" she asks, out of nowhere. Oh crap, I can't dance! I don't want to dance!

"Actually, I don't dance."

"You don't dance?" she questions. I nod. "Why the hell not."

"Well, its more of the fact that I can't dance..." I mumble, stuffing a chip in my mouth.

"Spencer, that's a load of bull. Everyone can dance." I give her a look. Yeah right. "Hey, I said they could dance, I didn't say they could dance well." I laugh, shaking my head. "Come on. Lets go." I turn around to look at her.

"No."

"What do you mean no? Don't make me drag you in there." She threatens. I just snort, taking a sip of my drink. "Did you just snort?"

"No." She laughs.

"You think I can't make you come?" I'm sure you could make me... come. Holy shit! Spencer what was that?! "Fine." Coming towards me she slips her hands under my stool, tilting backwards. What the hell? I quickly try to grab onto the counter as she tilts it father down, but miss, as I end up falling on the floor, hard. I look up at her face, my expression full of shock. She just smirks, starting to move towards the other room. "Lets go, I don't feel like having to drag you also."

"Aren't you going to help me up?" I ask, still shocked that she would push me off the chair.

"No." With that she spins around, going back into the living room. My god, what the hell is her problem? Why couldn't she just leave me alone? I don't have to dance if I- Wait, she did leave me alone! Now is the perfect time to go take that walk I wanted to before, she'll never find me! Jumping up, I speed towards the back door- "Are you coming?" Damn.

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So, when I finally caught up to her she was talking with Kyla about something, so I just decided to take a rest on the couch. Yeah, didn't last to long. About 4 minutes later Ashley was back trying to get me to dance. I of course thought of a genius plan.

"How about this one?" She asks me.

"Nah, its to slow." I say, trying to bite back my smile. I finally agreed to dance with her if she let me pick the song. None of the songs to come on yet were good enough... at least that's my story. I'm just keeping this up until I find another way out of it. I smirk.

"Screw this, we're dancing, right now." She states, getting up off the arm of the couch.

Damnit. "Wait. Wait. I'll dance to the next song, I'm sure it will be better. I promise." She eyes me, probably doubting what I'm saying. Whatever, hopefully a distraction comes up soon.

'I see your dirty face, High behind your collar, What is done in vain, Truth is hard to swallow, So you pray to God, To Justify the way you live a lie, Live a-' "Its perfect, lets go." Grabbing my hand she pulls me up, onto the dance floor. Bopping to the beat of the music, she weaves her way through the mass of bodies, coming to a stop. Turning around she starts swaying her hips, her arms reaching in the air. Spinning around, she faces me, moving forward. Her arms wrap around my waist, tugging me closer to her. I stand still, afraid to move as tries to get me to swing my hips. Looking around I see everyone is dancing. "Don't worry Spence." She whispers, her breathe tickling my ear. "Just move to the beat. Listen and dance."

'Because when I arrive, I, I bring the fire, Make you come alive, I can take you higher, What this is, forgot, I must now remind you, Let it rock, Let it rock, Let it rock.' Slowly I start to move, my hips sway with the rhythm. She grins, pressing her body closer, her leg slipping between mine. Bringing her right hand up to cup my face, she leans towards my left ear. "That's it. Just like that." I shiver as I feel her lips brush against my outer lobe. I feel her fingers stroke my hair as she leans her head back a little, staring into my eyes. Gazing right back into her honey brown orbs, I hips jerk forward, grinding on her leg. She leans forward, causing me to take a step back. Immediately she comes up to me, her leg bumping into my center. I close my eyes, trying to hold back a moan, as she smirks at me.

'-Turned, and chased the dollar, But it broke his heart, so he stuck his middle finger, To the world, To the world, To the world. And you take your time-' Flipping me around, she presses her front to my back, grinding against my ass. Twisting my head to the left, I look at her from the corner of my eye. She's got one hand in her hair, the other she wraps around me and places it on my stomach. Stroking her fingers up my abs, she stops right under my breasts then brings it back down ending at the zipper of my skirt. Removing her hand from my stomach, she lifts it up waving someone over. Feeling someone press against my front, I look away from Ashley and see Dylan, her hands on my hips, swaying in tune with me.

-I'm in here like bitch what's up, Mechanic, me, I can fix you up, I can fuck you up, I can fuck you down, shorty we can go wherever just pick a town, And my jewelry is louder than an engine sound, Big ass rocks like on the ground-' Quickly glancing around I notice we're attracting quite a crowd. "Don't worry." Dylan mouths, catching my eye. Ashley thrusts into me, causing me slam into Dylan, no space in between our bodies, chests and thighs, squished. I blush, breaking eye contact with her. I feel her chest vibrate as she chuckles. "Come here." I hear Ashley whisper. Huh? I turn my head to the left, seeing Dylan shift her head around mine, over my shoulder meeting Ashley- HOLY SHIT! They're kissing! Dylan's hand comes around and grasps onto the back of Ashley's head, trying to pull her closer. Oh! My! God! Is that- My breathe hitches, hearing one of them moan as I see Ashley slip her tongue into Dylan's mouth. The crowd goes wild. Ashley grinds harder, pressing closer into my back, as Dylan's leg slips between mine, pressing right up against my panty-covered center. I moan. They break the kiss to look at me. Fuck. I shouldn't be turned on by this should I? Quickly glancing at them, I push Dylan back, slipping through the crowd. Shit. I've got to get away from here.

A/N - Okay, that's chapter 4. :D Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are welcome, so tell me what you think. I'll try to post as soon as I can. This weekend I'm going back up to visit my new nephew =] so I probably won't be able to post until at least Monday. Sorry guys.

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Info: The Song was 'Let It Rock' by Kevin Rudolf.