I was absolutely determined that I was going to update today, so here I am. It's a little bit later than I expected to update but it was my birthday today and my girlfriend surprised me by buying me an a new xbox 360 250GB so I've been playing Fifa 10 and Need for Speed literally all day.

So here we are with chapter three. I hope you enjoy it.

It's been a week and I haven't actually spoken to Spencer since I gave her a ride on the first day of school. I just can't seem to work up the balls to even say hello. I don't know why, I've never been nervous about approaching a girl before. It also really doesn't help that whenever I see her on campus Madison is always around. That bitch is seriously the bane of my existence.

Although I am pleased to say that whenever I do see her she smiles at me. So I'm pretty sure she isn't a homophobic bitch like the rest of the cheerleaders. I'm not entirely sure why she hangs around them anyway. Taylor reckons it's because she's secretly a member of the gay police who has infiltrated their group in order to stamp down on homophobia.

I think it's because she likes cheerleading. According to Chelsea she was on the team in Ohio.

I do know that she loves to dance because when I was spying on her from Taylor's bathroom – What? Don't judge me, I'm only human. – she often turns on her stereo and randomly dances around her room. It's seriously cute.

I know, I know. It's kinda stalkerish and creepy to watch a girl through the window of her neighbour's bathroom. But you'll be glad to know that we've stopped doing that since Taylor's Dad walked in to find me standing on the toilet and Taylor standing on the edge of the bathtub looking through the window with binoculars at Spencer pinning up posters of puppies and kittens on the wall. She wasn't even doing anything indecent and Mr. Jones still sat us down for a serious talk on the 'boundaries of perversion' and how that kind of behaviour would not be tolerated under his roof.

The ironic thing is, his own daughter is probably the world's biggest pervert.

Mr Jones is a lovely guy, don't get me wrong. In fact, since my Dad died he's sort of become the main father figure in my life. The only thing is that he's not around much so he can't keep as tight a leash on Taylor as I think he would like. He's the picture of a stereotypical Englishman. He's kinda uptight, wear glasses and sweater vests, owns a briefcase and whenever I see him he's drinking tea. I often wonder whether Taylor is adopted.

Speaking of all things Taylor, I can see her across the quad talking to Spencer. That can't be a good thing. I know they're neighbours and all but I have never seen them talk around school. Madison really doesn't look very happy because she's holding Spencer's arm, clearly trying to drag her away but I'm glad to see that Spencer's having none of it, which is making Madison's face go that angry red colour again.

That girl really needs to get her blood pressure checked out.

Taylor and Spencer have finally stopped talking and they smile at each other in a friendly manner before Taylor walks away saying something to Madison that makes her even angrier.

I would also recommend that she see someone for anger management right after the blood pressure appointment. Not that I really care if her head explodes, although it would be kind of icky.

"Who's the girl that Taylor was just talking to?" Aiden asks me as he sits down on the other side of Kyla who looks ridiculously thrilled at his arrival. She so has a thing for him. God knows why, that boy needs to learn how to use a shower; every time I see him he's sweating like a pig and his rippling muscles are all shiny. Thank God I'm a lesbian.

"That's Spencer Carlin." Kyla answers before I can. She's so eager to talk to him it almost makes me ashamed to be related to her. Let's forget the fact that Aiden and I used to date.

What? I was confused about my sexuality and he was just there. Just ready and waiting to be experimented on. Lucky for me, I realised pretty quickly that he was not what I wanted.

Taylor finally reaches our bench after strutting across the quad extra slowly probably because she knows it will annoy me. She pushes Kyla onto the floor so that she can sit beside me and I would valiantly defend my little sister but I really don't give a shit. And neither it seems, does Kyla because now Aiden is helping her up and she looks even more thrilled that not only did she get to talk to him she also gets to touch him. What a freak.

"What were you talking to Spencer about?" I whisper to Taylor impatiently.

"You are coming to my game tonight right?" Is all she says back. I really hate it when she avoids my questions.

"Of Course." I tell her.

I've never missed one of Taylor's soccer games because I know how much it means to her. Her Dad never gets to go to any of them because he's always working. She'd never admit to it but I know she's bummed out about the fact that her own father never gets to see her do what she loves best. So I have since taken it upon myself to be her biggest fan and I don't even like soccer. I know, you don't have to tell me that I'm a brilliant friend.

In fact, I am even the proud owner of a 'World's greatest friend' mug. Although, if I'm honest, I actually bought it for myself... but in my defence, it was on sale.

"Good, because guess who I just invited to come along?" Taylor nudges me teasingly.

"Who?"

Please do not say Spencer. I cannot be around that girl for more than two seconds without making a fool of myself and I have no idea why.

"Spencer."

Great.

"Why would you do that?" I hiss at her and she flinches when I accidentally spit on her face. Oops.

"I did it for you." She shrugs, wiping her face with her hand and then patting me on the shoulder. "Don't worry; you don't have to thank me."

With that, she stands up and wanders away. I think she might have completely lost the plot. Maybe she's on crack? I would at least take some comfort from knowing that there was a reason for her completely losing her marbles.

But I have worse things to worry about right now than my best friend falling off the sane train. There is a high possibility that this afternoon I will have to spend two hours sitting next to Spencer Carlin whilst trying not to make too big an ass of myself.

Shoot me now.

I'm currently sitting on the most uncomfortable set of bleachers in the world. I've only been sitting here for about five minutes and my ass is already completely numb. God knows how I'm gonna make it through the full ninety minute match.

It probably doesn't help that I keep shifting around every few seconds to check to see if Spencer's arrived yet. I know I said that I didn't want her to come but I totally lied. I don't like being on my own at away games, last time one of the other teams fans threw a can of coke at my head for cheering when King scored. Not fun.

Just as I've convinced myself that Spencer's not coming I see her, trudging through the grass at the edge of the field and holy shit does she look fine! She's dressed casually; Abercrombie hoody, skinny jeans and Ugg boots but she still looks absolutely gorgeous. And don't even get me started on her hair. Taylor always teases me about having a weakness for blondes.

I hate it when she's right.

Spencer reaches the edge of the bleachers and looks up, her eyes almost immediately locking with mine. She smiles in greeting and begins to clamber gracefully towards me.

Why am I so nervous? I don't even know this girl.

"Hey." She says as she reaches me, sitting down right next to me close enough for me to feel her body heat. And what fine body heat it is... Okay, that doesn't even make sense; see what she does to me?

"Hi." I reply and am pleased to say that I sound relatively normal.

Spencer looks around for a moment, not that there's really much to take in. I've never seen a massive turnout to one of Taylor's games, especially the home ones. Taylor thinks it because the students of King High have absolutely no loyalty. I think it might just be because they'd rather sit at home and watch TV on a comfortable couch than sit and torture your ass on metal planks for two hours.

There is always this one creepy boy that comes to all the King matches though. He sits there the entire game in silence and every time I look over at him he's sniffing something. No, I'm not talking drugs; I'm talking his jacket, his fingers, his shirt, other people. Yeah I'm not kidding; I swear I saw him sniffing this girl's hair last season.

Taylor thinks it's hilarious. She's even taken the liberty of nicknaming him McSniffy and asks for an update of his antics after every game.

"Do you come to Taylor's games a lot?" Spencer's sweet voice cuts into my thoughts.

"Yeah." I say with a small shrug. "I've actually never missed one."

"Are you a big soccer fan?" She sounds surprised. I don't really blame her; I wouldn't have pegged me for a soccer fan either.

"Not really." I shrug again in a pathetic attempt to look cool and casual when in reality I have baby elephants stomping up a storm in the pit of my stomach. "I just come along to support Taylor."

"That's sweet." Spencer shoots me a genuine smile and now those freaking elephants have gone ape shit. I don't think I've ever been this nervous and I still don't even understand why I am.

Luckily, we're both distracted as the teams walk out onto the pitch, King High in their usual green and yellow strip and Benson High wearing some hideous purple and green kit. They seriously look like that talking dinosaur that used to scare the shit out of me when I was a kid.

"And I thought King's kit was ugly." I whisper to Spencer (I'd rather not be hit by another flying beverage thanks) and I'm pleased to hear her chuckle. I can't help the stupidly proud smile that spreads across my face just because I made her laugh. I seriously think I'm losing it. But you know what? Losing it actually feels kinda nice.

I search the field of players and quickly spot Taylor who's barking out orders to a couple of teammates. She suddenly turns to scan the small crowd and our eyes meet. She winks at me and gives me a quick thumbs up. Why, I have no idea, she doesn't normally do that. I attempt to wink back but just end up looking like a complete spaz.

Taylor grins and shakes her head in amusement before adjusting her captain's armband and resuming her bossiness.

The game kicks off and I'm pleased to say that I'm a little more comfortable in Spencer's presence. The small elephants have downsized to slightly smaller elephants.

"I didn't think you were going to come." I admit to Spencer as we both pretend to be interested in the game.

"Taylor asked me to be here." She replies simply, shrugging her perfectly rounded shoulders.

"Why did she ask you to be here?" I ask and then quickly backtrack. "Not that I don't want you to be here, I just meant -."

"I know what you meant." Spencer interrupts my rant with chuckle and I feel my cheeks heat up slightly. "And to answer your original question I have absolutely no idea. I believe her exact words were something along the lines of 'for some neighbourly bonding'."

That is by far the worst impression of my douche bag of a best friend I have ever heard but it was so fucking cute!

"That was terrible wasn't it?" She cringes and I can see an adorable blush forming on her cheeks.

Okay, since when do I use terms such as cute and adorable to describe a girl? There is something seriously wrong with me.

"Yeah it kinda was." I tell her as we both laugh.

Truth be told, I haven't actually had this much fun just talking to someone and enjoying their company in a long time. As I said before, Taylor isn't really the best at conversing and most of the other girls I meet? Let's just say that there isn't normally lot of talking involved.

"This is actually a lot more fun than I thought it would be." Spencer admits after a moment of comfortable silence. "I'm glad I decided to come."

"Me too." I tell her with a smile that she returns.

I open my mouth to say something else when I'm distracted by an all too familiar figure clambering up the bleachers with a lot less grace than Spencer did.

Um, what the fuck is he doing here?

Thanks for reading.

Also, big thanks to the all that reviewed last chapter. Shout out to the newest reviewers: kiangs, mccooper11, nickers, kamariacr, bazzer, irishgrl33, xwpblue, MittNacht, pankton, ashikinz, prissy020304, 2bz2breading and Your Relentless Lover.

Next Chapter will probably be up sometime on Tuesday. Going away for a romantic weekend (God help me)