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Author's Notes

Alright, so the first few chapters are slow. I promise things will start picking up soon. If not, you have my permission to beat me over the head.

Disclaimer: I do not own the South Of Nowhere characters. They belong to Tom Lynch

In The Sun

Chapter 2

By Persephone's Nautical Nun

- Spencer -

9:20 on a Tuesday morning. Class started in twenty minutes. Art Appreciation. When I told people I was taking this class, they all asked me why. It seemed that no one realized that it was a General Education class, and that I needed it to graduate.

My adviser had told me that my teacher for this class, Dr. Lykens, was a pretty cool guy.

9:25. I grabbed my keys, turned my cell phone to vibrate, and headed out the door. I was one of those people who got antsy when it got close to the time when I had to be somewhere. If that made me a nerd, so be it.

I walked to the building where my class was, looking at the line of cars fighting for parking spots. I knew from last semester that it would continue being this busy throughout the semester. People were just lazy. I was one of the few people who actually walked to class.

Entering the Arts & Humanities Building, I pulled out my class schedule, noting that I would be in the auditorium. That wouldn't be hard to find. It was the biggest room in the building.

Walking in, I decided on a spare seat on the third row, towards the left side of the room. I pulled out my cell phone once more, checking the time. 9:33. Seven more minutes. I pulled out my notebook and a pen, preparing myself for note taking.

Of course, I still had seven minutes left, and the blank paper looked so inviting. It wasn't long before the margins were full of random, scribbly doodles. I laughed at myself as my eyes traveled to the bottom of the page where I had very roughly sketched the courtyard, a tiny stick figure walking along the sidewalks.

I sat back in my seat, deciding that people watching was probably a better use of my time. I froze when I saw the girl from the courtyard enter the auditorium.

My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met. I had never been this close to her, but I knew it was her. I would recognize those curls anywhere. She had beautiful brown eyes that looked like there was more behind them than she wanted to show.

The moment ended all too soon as she moved past me and took a seat in the fifth row. Not long after, an interesting looking man walked in and started taking roll. When he got to my name, I gave the typical 'Here,' followed by a pen raise. It seemed to be acceptable enough, because he continued down the list.

"Ashley Davies."

"Here," I heard from somewhere behind me. I turned around to see the brunette with her pen in the air. Ashley. So that was her name.

---South-Of-Nowhere---

- Ashley -

I hate Theory. I hated Intro to Theory last semester. I hated the fact that I had three more semesters of Theory after this one. I was quite sure that my brain was going to explode from too much Music Theory.

I pulled out my schedule. Art Appreciation. Terrific. All I had to do was appreciate art. I was thankful for the break in my schedule. I didn't have to actually pay attention in that class.

And so, my trek across campus began. My legs felt like rubber when I finally got to my class.

My aching legs were pushed to the back of my mind when I opened the door and my eyes locked with a girl in the third row. That familiar soothing feeling I got when I was walking in the courtyard washed over me. I forgot all about Music Theory and fell completely into her bright, blue eyes. They were clearer than anything I'd ever seen before.

I forced my body to keep going, walking past her. I couldn't bring myself to sit next to her. Something felt too great, too heavy, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I chose a seat a few rows back, my eyes glued to the back of her head. I just couldn't take my eyes off of her.

Not long after, Dr. Lykens came in. He was an okay guy. He was a studio artist, and a liberal, so he had an awesome check next to his name in my book. The only thing I didn't get, was that most of his class was online. What was the point of physically going to class?

I pondered this for a few minutes as he started taking roll, but decided that the answer wasn't important as the blond in front of me answered to Spencer Carlin.

If nothing else, this class was good for just being in the same room with her.