Author's Note: Sorry about the delay guys. I know it's ruuuuude and such. Just been really busy with work. Longer chapter than usual. Enjoy.


"Sorry, just not a lot of people know anything by them, outside of All Over You and All Hail the Heartbreaker." I don't know why I was so amazed. Guess it was just nice knowing my roomie and I wouldn't be fighting over music. I instantly had a soft spot for the girl. This year was going to be just fine. If I could only get over this Ashley bullshit.


I found my mind still on Ashley that night when I climbed into bed. I guess the roommate wasn't quite amazing enough to make her dissipate from my mind. I felt like my relationships would forever be tainted by her. I'd always end up comparing every girl I met to her. This whole thing sucked. Sleep took over and I wasn't ready to get up when my alarm sounded at 6am. Who schedules class for 8 in the morning? Insane. Okay, in perspective it's not THAT insane. But I had slept restlessly and upon waking I was exhausted. I walked past the bathroom to find my roommate standing there clad only in underwear and a bra. My jaw dropped and I tried to pull my eyes away.

"Morning, Spence. What's wrong?" She asked as she straightened her hair.

"N-nothing." Stuttering always gives me away.

"You sure? You look like you just saw a ghost." She said casually as she continued doing her hair.

"Heh, ghost. Well I need to go get my clothes out of the dryer. Yep. Bye." I began to walk away. I then remembered something.

I returned to the doorway. Taking in the sexy view once more.

"Jenny.."

"Hmm?"

"Why are you up at 6 in the morning…?" I shifted my eyes.

"Oh because I have English at 8." She replied with a smile

"Oh okay." I walked off. Only to return once more to the bathroom doorway.

"English at 8?" I asked in shock.

"Yes? Why?" She chuckled at how weird I was being.

"With Mrs. Carver?" I quizzed.

"Yes.." She seemed alarmed by my questioning.

"We totally have class together!!" I got excited. It was kind of nice to know I wouldn't be in a room full of strangers anymore.

I liked the idea of being able to have something to share with my roomie. Not only a passion for writing, but an outlet for it. And the opportunity to learn.

We both finished getting ready and headed to class. Along the way we talked about movies we had seen and laughed.

"Yeah! Did you see the part where he was like 'Bertha? Is that you?' and then he gets beheaded!! So well played. Points for the writer of that plot!" Jen laughed.

"Ew. No, that part was so gross! It was like the ketchup factory had a meltdown. Disgusting tomato like product, EVERYWHERE." I shook my head and cringed.

"You are such a pussy, Spence. It was so bomb!" She retorted.

"Pussy? Really? Jennifer your extensive vocabulary blows my mind. You bright and promising scholar, you." I teased her, which earned me a glare. I laughed casually as we arrived to the door of class. I spotted Ashley immediately. Her hair was down today, casting gently over her shoulders. I felt butterflies course through me.

Jenny and I took our seats. I didn't want to chance too many looks in Ashley's direction, for fear of being caught by the roomie.

"She's cute, isn't she?" Jennifer whispers knowingly.

Fuck. Busted.

"Yeah, she's alright I guess." That's right Spence, play dumb. Works every time, almost all of the time. Heh.

"Alright? Are we looking at the same girl here? She is beyond alright." Jennifer seemed shocked. Maybe I'm doing a good job playing it cool.

"Yeah, but she's the intern so it's like immediately not sexy. Obviously." Smooth Spencer.

"The intern? Then why is she sitting in a desk like us? I thought Ms. Davies was the intern…" Jennifer looked puzzled.

I took this time to quickly assess her line of sight. She was definitely looking at the short brunette a few rows down, in the same locality of Ash. Oops.

"Oh…" Spencer, you're an idiot. It's official.

"Wait… you were looking at Ms. Davies?" I watched realization wash over Jen's face. How the hell did she already manage to figure out that this wasn't a first time thing, and that I had the hots for our intern. Play dumb, do it. You're good at it Spence.

"What? Yeah, I thought you were too. My bad, obviously she's like a teacher almost. So she's not you know, sexy. Cause you know? Yeah." What the fuck did I just say?

"Oh my God, you like the intern!" Jen whispered with a grin.

Did I mention fuck my life? If not, fuck my life.

"Look you can't say anything" I looked at her with pleading eyes. Who was she going to tell? Well you never know.. better safe than sorry.

"Who am I going to tell?" She read my mind like an open book. A dumb book at that. I fail.

Jennifer began writing something down, so I took this chance to look at Ashley. Her smile sent shivers down my spine. I felt like a kid experiencing puppy love for the first time. I smiled when I thought of how high school of me, this was. How much it took me back to sappy love poems. Who knows… She may become the inspiration for some new work.

Inspiration. She was very inspiring. I had this feeling come over me, a realization that this class was going to teach me so much more beyond Shakespeare and Neruda. I played with the idea briefly, before taking some notes. I sighed softly. Oh Spence, what have you gotten yourself into now…