'Ello. Sorry it's been a while, but I was totally distracted and then I just lost interest in writing stuff. But here's a nice, lengthy chap. =) Sorry if it's not very good beforehand. *Gosh, I'm sleepy right now*
Oh, some quick important facts before you 'delve' into this lil chappy of mine.
Spencer and most of her friends are juniors unless told otherwise and Glen a senior. Clay might be mentioned, but I don't think he's going to be very important. Oh, and also the Carlin family moved to L.A. a two months before school will be over. Enjoy! Please.
I don't own the show or characters, obviously.
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Three weeks had passed since Spencer's first day at King High. She had made a few friends in a couple of her classes, but she continued to sit with Glen and basketball players that he had befriended. Today, she walked to the table, holding a tray covered with a greasy burger and limp fries. Her stomach lurched in disgust, but she grabbed it instead of the chicken salad. If it even was chicken. She sat down across from two boys named Denis and Brian. They were in the middle of an arm wrestling match when Denis turned and looked at her.
"Oh, hey Spen-" he said grinning, stopping mid-sentence when Brian slammed his arm down on the table. Brian jumped up and hooted loudly.
"Hell yeah, boy" he said getting in Denis' face. "Who's your daddy? Huh, punk! Me that's who! You can't step to this." He pounded on his chest like a gorilla. "You can not step to this homie."
Spencer giggled at his antics and saw that Denis' was scowling, his ears red. He mumbled something under his breath and stood up. Brushing past Brian, he walking around the table and sat next to Spencer.
"As I was saying, Hi, Spencer. You look nice today," Denis said, grinning at her.
"Thank you, Denis," she replied, sticking a French fry cautiously in her mouth as she smiled up at the six foot guy. He was a handsome brown- haired senior that seemed to have taken a liking to her in the past two weeks. At first she had mistaken it for a more than friendly interest, but after catching him making out with his tennis playing boyfriend in the parking lot, she concluded he was just being friendly. He was quickly becoming a close friend to her, but she still held him at bay. Gay guys can't help but gossip sometimes.
"So, how's it going with you?" he said rubbing his head, while he stared at her with polite attention. Spencer shrugged and drank out of her milk bottle. She made a face and put the bottle down. Even the milk tasted funny.
"I'm good, a little tired I suppose," Spencer said biting into her apple. "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm pretty ok… Michael and I broke up," Denis said shrugging. He looked down at the table and began drumming his fingers on his pants leg. "..well actually he broke up with me, over the weekend.
"Oh, gosh are you okay?" Spencer asked immediately concerned. In the short time she had been there, she had noticed how Denis was crazy about Michael and she knew they had been together for 7 months. Michael had an indifferent expression on his face, but his eyes showed the hidden pain.
"I guess," he said sighing loudly. "He said that since I'm going to be going to college in the fall and he's still going to be here in high school, that maybe we should break it off now. You know, before our feelings ran too deep."
He smiled wryly while he said it.
"I don't quite understand. You're still going to be close by. You two could make it work."
"Yeah, he wants to be 'considerate' and let me be single in case I meet someone I like more than him. Like that would ever happen." Michael whispered the last part and pulled invisible lint off his black polo. "I don't know how to get him to change his mind. I was going to give him my class ring on Thursday. That's the day we met." He looked down at his right hand and fiddled with his ring and sighed. He looked up at Spencer and smiled sadly, his eyes glistening. "Guess it's not going to happen anymore huh."
Spencer's heart went out to him and she hugged him, letting him bury his head into her neck. She could feel his short outtakes of breath and something wetting her shirt. She rubbed his back soothingly and looked around. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice the sad scene going on in the middle of the busy quad. However, Glen, who had came to sit at the table in the middle of their conversation, glanced at Denis and at Spencer. He continued talking to the other guys at the table, distracting them by telling a story.
Finally, after about a minute, Denis sat up and composed himself. Thankfully, he didn't look like he had been crying, only wet trails shone down his cheeks. Spencer smiled sadly at him and wiped his cheeks. He smiled at her friendly gesture and took her hand in his.
"Trying to catch me on the rebound, Spence," he said softly, chuckling.
"Sorry, couldn't help it," Spencer replied smiling. "Are you feeling a little better?"
Denis nodded and he indeed looked less sadder, but a shadow of gloom still hung over him. "Yeah, a little. Thank you Spencer." He gave her a small smile and patted the back of her hand. "You're a good friend. Really good."
"All in a day's work." Spencer said gathering her stuff. "I need to go see my teacher about an assignment. I'll see in sixth alright."
Spencer threw her barely eaten lunch away and made her way to the vending machines. She bought a water bottle and a bag of cookies before she walked to her Pre-cal class. She walked to the classroom and saw that no one was in there. She glanced at her phone and saw that there was still ten minutes left of lunch. Sighing, and feeling too lazy to walk back to the quad to talk to Denis some more, she started walking through the halls, lost in her thoughts. She walked out through a side door to the back of the school and turned the corner. She halted, staring at the scene she just walked in on. Ashley Davies and some redhead were making out heavily, hands roaming all over each other. Neither seemed to notice Spencer's small gasp. Spencer watched enthralled as Ashley started kissing her way down the girl's neck, the redhead moaning in pleasure. She threw her head back, and threw half lidded eyes, made eye contact with Spencer. Her eyes widened and she pulled herself away from Ashley.
"What?" Ashley asked confused. The redhead nodded her head In Spencer's direction and Ashley's head turned. Spencer blushed and looked away from Ashley, who regarded her with a slightly surprised look on her face.
"Oh, uh gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-," Spencer stammered, backing away slowly. The redhead was blushing madly and stared at the ground. Ashley continued to stare at her, waiting. The bell rang and Spencer jumped. "Uh, I'm just gonna-"
Spencer turned on her heels and quickly walked away, going through the side door and walking fast. She went straight to the auditorium for her Drama class and tried to steady her breathing. She had walked from one side of the school to the other in less than a minute and her heart was still beating fast from the exertion and walking in on them making out. Spencer walked to the back of the auditorium and sat down, away from the stage where most of the students sat. She took her notebook out and started writing down the warm-up the teacher had out up on the projector.
She sat back and watched as the other students started coming in. Her mind wandered to what she had just seen. She twirled her pen absentmindedly and images flashed in her mind. Something about seeing the two of them, two girls, stirred something in her. Curiosity, wonderment, excitement? She shook the word from her head and stared hard at the seat in front of her. No, nothing about what she had seen excited her… or aroused her. No, there was nothing wrong with what they were doing, but she didn't agree with it. Of, course not. Her family were devout Catholics. She went to Mass almost every Sunday. She used to go to Sunday school. No, she didn't agree with it. Her religion didn't that was for sure.
The late bell rang and the last of the students came in, ushered in by the teacher. Mr. Dillard walked on stage and silenced everyone.
"Alright, now kiddies," Mr. Dillard said, shushing them. "Now, there are roughly three weeks left of instructional days left and then you have to take finals. Now, for this class, your final is simply to act out a mini play that you will write out yourself. I want you to get into groups of four. I'm giving you adequate time so I expect you all to create masterpieces. Please make them original. This is going to count for 60 percent of your grade so do take this seriously, okay Mr. White? Now, go on. Group up and get started. I'll be in my office if you have questions."
Mr. Dillard walked off stage and to his office, leaving the students. Everyone got up and started getting together, but Spencer stayed seated and let her eyes wander. She felt uneasy, wondering who would let the new girl into their group. A boy came over, smiling at Spencer. He sat down next to her and held out his hand.
"Hey, I'm Aiden Dennison," He said in a friendly manner.
"Spencer Carlin," she said, smiling back at the boy. He was a raven haired boy with big muscles and an easy smile. Not bad on the eyes either.
"Yeah, I know. We have a couple classes together."
Spencer felt surprised and looked at him closely. His face was starting to look familiar to her as she thought harder.
"Oh, right," Spencer said, the thought clicking in her head, "Yeah, you're that guy that took his shirt off during class because a girl called you fat! And then the teacher wrote you up and you got a ticket for public nudity."
Aiden blushed and laughed. "Uh, yeah. That fine was worth it caused I totally showed her. Nothing, but muscle baby." He pounded his chest, causing Spencer to resist rolling her eyes. "However, I was hoping you'd remember me for just being in your first two classes. Well, anyways, Spencer would you like to be in my group. Chelsea's already getting started on the play."
"Oh, sure I'd love to," Spencer said, smiling. Aiden stood and held his hand out for Spencer. She smiled at his manners and took it, but let it go quickly. He simply smiled at her and nodded for her to follow him. They went to another section of the auditorium where an African American girl was sitting, a look of concentration as she scribbled away. She looked up as they approached and smiled.
"Hey, this is Spencer Carlin," Aiden said waving over towards Spencer as he sat down in front of Chelsea in the next row. "Spencer, this is Chelsea, one of my oldest friends."
"Hi," Spencer said, smiling politely. Chelsea waved in return and gestured for her to sit next to her.
"Hey girl, it's a pleasure." Chelsea said, grinning. She turned to Aiden, who was staring at Spencer, a glazed look on his face. "Hey, dough boy where's Ashley?"
"Huh? Oh, I don't know," Aiden said scratching the back of his neck. "Last time I saw her, she was walking off with that redhead she started dating a couple weeks ago."
Spencer stiffened at his response and realized that Ashley was indeed suppose to be in this class right now. She looked at Aiden and realized that he was the guy that was always at Ashley's side, joking and talking with her everyday. She looked around the auditorium and saw no sign of Ashley, though she didn't expect to.
'Probably finishing what I interrupted,' Spencer thought wryly. She tried not to think about it, but images of Ashley and the redhead filled her head. She blushed at the mental images.
"What do you think Spencer?" asked Chelsea, her voice distant. Spencer blinked and looked at her. Chelsea and Aiden were staring at her expectantly, apparently waiting for an answer.
"Uh, can you repeat that?" Spencer asked, smiling. "I spaced out just now."
"Yeah, we can see that," Aiden said looking at Spencer closely. "You're blushing. Hmm, you were thinking about me without my shirt weren't you?" He grinned cheekily at her and pounded his chest again.
"Careful, dough boy. If you hit your boobs hard, you can get breast cancer too you know."
The trio turned and looked at the brunette that was seated a couple rows behind them. Ashley looked straight at Spencer curiously. Spencer looked away from her and turned back to Aiden. He was examining his chest, poking at it. Spencer resisted the urge to laugh.
"Ash," he said in a whining voice. "They're called pecs. That's what guys have… I'm not really going to get breast cancer am I?"
He looked fretful and started touching himself, causing the three girls to laugh. Ashley stood and jumped over seats. She sat next to Aiden, across from Spencer.
"Chill, Aid," Ashley said, chuckling. "I'm sure you'll live." Her attention drifted to Spencer and she smiled. "Hi, I'm Ashley."
"Uh, Spencer." Spencer replied, blushing. Ashley nodded and looked at Chelsea.
"So, Chels," she said in a light tone. "What're we doing?"
"We have to write a play and act it out for our final. You know guys, I know that this class isn't all that important, but I really think we should get together once a week after school to rehearse. Do any of you mind?" Chelsea said looking at each person. Aiden shrugged, while Ashley nodded absentmindedly, her eyes on Spencer. "Spencer?"
"Oh, yeah, sounds good," Spencer said, nodding her head up and down.
"Okay, well I have to go ask Mr. Dillard some questions." Chelsea stood and walked off while the three of them sat there. Aiden preoccupied with his chest, Ashley staring intently at the Spencer, while Spencer looked everywhere, but in Ashley's direction.
"Hey, uh about that thing you saw," Ashley said, grabbing Spencer's attention. "Did you find it…repulsive or anything?"
"Uh, no," Spencer said, looking into Ashley's curious brown eyes. "You can't change who you're attracted to right?"
Ashley's eyes bore into Spencer's, "No, I suppose not."
Spencer nodded, looking around again, avoiding her eyes.
Aiden made a frustrated noise and stood. He threw his messenger bag next to him and took his shirt off. He walked in front of the two girls.
"Hey, can you feel me and tell me if there's like a bump or something?" he asked the pair, flexing. Spencer giggled and Ashley made a face, before pushing him away.
"Mr. Dennison, put your shirt back on and come here!"
"Oh, Mr. Dillard I want to ask you something…"
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Review if you please.
I know it probably didn't sound too well, but I just wanted to get something posted.
I won't have Spencer and Ashley get together soon though. I just kinda wanted to add a mini moment there.
Deuces. I'm going mee-meesh. (My dad says that. Always in a Spanish tone, but I doubt it's anything real. He likes to make words up. Go figure. I do too actually!!!)
Like father, like daughter.
Anyways, later gators.