Spencer fell over the ledge, screaming for more reasons than she could comprehend at the moment. All she knew was that she was about to die the worst possible death. Dramatic, yes, but pathetic.
Except, she didn't die.
Just when her body was going to violently crash into the pool, a pair of transparent arms caught her bridal-style. The arms belonged to the transparent boy she saw just moments earlier. They locked eyes for a split second before he let go of the flustered girl, causing her to scream again before falling into the pool.
Spencer swam to the surface and spit out water, the chlorine smell making her head spin. She swam to the edge of the pool, lifted herself onto the ground, and sat with her arms around her legs, too shaken to make any sound.
The ghost floated beside her for a moment, wondering when she was gonna-
Oh, she did. She snapped.
"Why the FUCK did you let me go?! And after you FUCKING save me!"
"Aw, c'mon, it's not entirely my fault! You got soda all over my shirt!"
Spencer whipped her head toward the ghost, her eyes squinting into the scariest glare the boy-man-dude had ever remembered receiving.
"The SODA on my JACKET dried UP-and then you had to go and DROP ME in the FUCKING POOL, causing me to be even WETTER than I was on the FREAKING BUS!"
"Woah, woah, woah, I didn't-," he tried to defend himself, but the glare Spencer was giving him silenced him. Her eyes were angry, daring him to challenge her. He only shrugged and looked down at his shoes while his hands were in his pockets.
It was then that she realized that she was conversing with a dead guy, and she began to scream once again. The ghost covered his ears with his hands, shutting his eyes tight from surprise. Something inside of him snapped, and he held up his hand in annoyance.
"Okay, before you scream again, I just want you to know that, ya know, you don't have to SCREAM."
This didn't stop Spencer from screaming again, leaving the see-through man to groan.
Spencer, however, wasn't scared.
She was THRILLED.
"OHMYGOSH I'M TALKING TO AN ACTUAL GHOST AHHHH!," Spencer hopped up and down, shaking her fists excitedly.
"Wait, what?"
"You're a ghost! An ACTUAL ghost! A ghost who's REAL! And...and I can SEE you! And you talk!," Spencer couldn't believe it. Here she was, living one of her supernatural dreams. Sure, this guy was no zombie, but that didn't make him any less fantastic!
The ghost was at a loss for words.
"Uh...don't you know who I am?"
Spencer couldn't recall meeting him anywhere before. He was a GHOST! Recalling his words, a light bulb suddenly switched off in her head. She walked up to the ghost, closer to his face than was acceptable. Not that he minded. Much.
"DUDE, YOU'RE the master prankster, aren't you?!"
"The one and only!," he responded smugly, even though he had no idea what she was talking about, but decided to own it since, ya know, he was the master.
"OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, and YOU'RE the one who went all crazy with the bus, huh?!," she asked, eager to find out if he was her savior.
Still smug, he leaned back into the air, inspecting his nails. "Yeah, I was."
Smiling, Spencer momentarily forgot about all of her day's troubles. Even though she was harassed, yelled at, and made fun of, at that moment, all of her problems were nothing compared to the supernatural being in front of her. Here she was, talking to a ghost, and it wasn't just any ghost, no, it was a KIND ghost. A ghost who HELPED her, a ghost who-
But upon closer inspection of her so-called saviour, Spencer's new found happiness faded almost instantly when she realized the depth of his earlier question.
"YOU!," she pointed at the ghost, stepping away from him with scowl, "You're Billy Joe Cobra!"
"The one and only," Billy said with a smirk, his arms behind his head.
Spencer blinked from the shock of it all. Huffing, she turned on her heel and walked away from the now frowning ghost.
"Woah, most people would KILL for the chance to talk to me! Why are you walking away?," Billy asked while following the retreating girl.
'Maybe if I pretend I don't see him, then he'll disappear,' Spencer thought, feeling angry and disappointed that the best thing to ever happen to her turned out to be a nightmare.
"Uh, babe, you can't just ignore me," the dead pop star floated in front of her, invading all and any of her personal space. Spencer blushed at how close he was to her face, and decided to walk through him, since he WAS a ghost and all.
"Not cool, babe," Billy said, causing Spencer to roll her eyes.
Billy decided to try again.
"You know I'm just going to keep talking to you until you start talking to me, right?"
No reply from Spencer.
"C'mon, babe-"
"Stop calling me babe!," Spencer snapped. She turned to face the bothersome ghost, who held a triumphant smirk on his face. He finally got the girl to talk to him, and that in itself was a personal victory.
"Ha, you're FINALLY acknowledging the great BJC."
Spencer blushed at her 'mistake,' and decided that he was going to annoy her anyway, so she might as well ask the important questions.
"Okay, first of all, why can I see you? And why are you following me? And are you haunting me? Also, WHY are so ANNOYING?"
"Woah, babe, one question at a time!"
Spencer huffed impatiently, throw her hands up in the air while shouting, "UGH, why does it have to be YOU?!"
Billy ceased all movement, and only gaped at the teenager.
"What, not used to someone hating you, Billy Joe COBRA?!," Spencer spat out the last part of his stage name, as if saying it was bad enough in itself. "I mean, it's bad ENOUGH that today happened to be the WORST DAY I have ever had-EVER!," she screamed, walking around in angry little circles. "I mean, I was made fun of by the WHOLE SCHOOL. A girl I literally just met happens to HATE MY GUTS 'cause I'm related to you, thank you very much. The vice principal of the school screamed in my face and HATES ME. Some FREAKY kid in my class was SEXUALLY HARASSING ME. And also, I was sexually harassed again on the bus, and when I didn't give the little pr*ck what he wanted, he called me a B*TCH and he freaking-freaking poured SODA all over my HAIR!," she screamed at the ghost, whose looked at her with a strange combination of sympathy and fear.
"By the way, Mister Billy Joe COBRA, where the FUCK were you when I needed you, huh?! On the bus back home, I could've used your hocus-pocus crap against that scary jock guy, alright! I mean, it's all thanks to you that all of this CRAP happened to me! All thanks to the late Billy Joe Cobra!," Spencer mock-bowed at him whilst saying her last sentence, causing the ghost to finally glare at her.
"How DARE you speak to me like that! And after all that I've done for you-!"
"How dare I? How dare I?! Lemme tell you, Billy, that if it weren't for you and your leaving your freaking mansion of a zoo to my family, then I can assure you that I wouldn't be in this situation! In ANY of these situations!"
"HEY, I'm not the one who started any of this! It was those dweebs who started it, man, not me!"
"Ha, YEAH, but you sure as frick didn't help me with it, did you?!"
"Yes, I DID, I was there the entire day!"
"Yeah, then where were you when Cleat ASSAULTED me, HUH?!"
Billy actually had the nerve to look somewhat guilty. "Hey, babe-"
"It's SPENCER. My NAME is SPENCER. It's not even that hard to say, it's SPEN-"
"Alright, alright, SPENCER, after school was out and you were walking with that cute chick I came to the Cobra Mansion myself and tried to find my necklace to give you. I figured you would be able to see me since, you know, mortals can see ghosts when wearing the ghosts' possessions," Billy recited the last part as if reading this out of a textbook, which would have made Spencer roll her eyes if it weren't for the fact that all she could see was red and a dumbass.
Spencer turned her back on the ghost once again, striding away. She couldn't take anymore of this.
"What, are you going to ignore me again?! C'mon b-c'mon, SPENCE! You're the only one who sees me! I gotta talk to SOMEONE!"
When Spencer didn't reply, Billy muttered sadly, "I get LONELY sometimes."
Spencer, being the smart girl she was, felt only a second's worth of sympathy for him until she remembered that he was once a famous popstar, meaning he knew how to get what he wanted. He knew how to make people feel sorry for him, if he wanted them to.
"Boo-frickin'-hoo," Spencer muttered
"You know, you really have a lot of attitude for a Cobrahead!," Billy called out.
Big mistake.
Spencer turned back to the ghost, coming at him in full force.
"Are you DELUSIONAL?! You know, I thought people got all of their SENSES BACK when they died, but CLEARLY you are the exception! I mean, it's because of YOU that I'm going through all this crap! I mean, it's bad enough that you're freaking famous and that everybody who LOVES you-oh, sorry-LOVED you likes to HATE ME, and be jealous of ME, and make fun of ME, but it's not even like I wanted this so-called great 'opportunity!' I mean, it seemed nice at first, ya know, leaving my freaking ghetto and living somewhere where the air is 50% cleaner, but I'm starting to regret leaving my sad excuse of a hometown! Beverly Heights SUCKS, everybody here SUCKS, and," Spencer smiled wickedly as she jabbed a finger at the popstar, "your MUSIC sucks."
Billy couldn't handle another word. He was prepared to take all of it, every single word of it. He knew that she secretly hated him, but what was worse was that she hated the very part of him that everybody loved. His MUSIC. And yes, that was a part of the great Billy Joe Cobra.
Billy's lip quivered as he tried to appear just as confident as the girl before him.
"Y-you s-s-SUCK! WAAHHH!," Billy burst into tears after trying and failing to upstage the very pissed off teenager. He covered his face and wept into his hands, frantically flying away from her.
Spencer sat at the edge of the pool, trying to calm herself down. She wasn't going to feel bad about yelling at the ghost. After all, he chose HER family to move here for who knows why, and sure, he helped her, but she didn't OWE him anything. Spencer briefly contemplated if she was selfish or not, and finally decided that it didn't matter now, as the only thing she could manage to do now was lie down on her back and drift to a state of consciousness that didn't involve school bullies or weird perverts or a dead rockstar-popstar-dude who sounded way too Cali to be from Cali. Instead, it involved a small and scared teenage girl who was involved in too much and got what she didn't even deserve.
