Kyla smiles and shakes her head, "It's not."

"It's not what?" I ask.

"It's not the pheromones in the air, you actually like her, like..." she looks both ways in the hall way then back to me, "like her like a girlfriend." she whispers.

I playfully slap her face away from me, "Shut up, get outta my head. I hate it when you do that."

"Well, I love it." she smiles, "Okay, Spencer thinks you're cute. We talked about you this morning on the way to school. I told her you were a big flirt so she better not expect anything."

"What'd she say about me?"

Kyla smiles and I roll my eyes, "You're interesting and different. And weird but still cute. Psh, I don't know what she's talking about."

"Shut up, you robot."

She sticks a finger in my face, "You slut."

I shrug and smile cutely, "Well, thanks."

The bell rings, it always seems to ring when I'm in the middle of a conversation. Kinda weird, maybe it's like a sign or something… nah. "Okay, we'll since you missed third period I think you better atleast get to fourth on time."

I scratch my head, "How'd you know I didn't go?"

Kyla smirks, kinda innocence meets devil, if that's even possible, "Hello, I run this school, I have eyes everywhere."

I shrug and put my hand on my hip, "You walked past my class, right?"

Kyla nods, "Yeah, pretty much." Someone runs directly into Kyla, little freshman, "Um, ow." The girl drops all of her books.

She bends down to pick them up, "Sorry, sorry." Shee says talking to Kyla but never looking up at her.

Kyla looks down at the girl, "It's okay." Then she looks at me and mouths to me, "Weird."

I move my eyes from between Kyla and the book dropper "Help her." I say.

Kyla shakes her head, "Gotta get to class, see you at home, sis." And she walks away…

I narrow my eyes at her as she bounces away, she can be such a jerk sometimes I swear. I bend down to help the girl. I stack her books in between us, "Here, let me help you." She's got like a million things. What the hell? Who needs a protractor? And a stapler? And, oh m god, she has a 3 hole punch. Oh my gawd—wait, I think she's staring at me. I look over to this little freshman girl. She looks at me, "Th—thanks." and she takes the books out of my hand. She seems kinda nervous.

"Are you okay? Sorry about that, my sister's kind of an asshole. Kidding, she really had to go and do something." I'm lying, my sister's just an ass.

She shakes her head, "No, it's no big deal. It was all my fault, I mean I was the one moving she was the stationary object." she chuckles.

I smile and nod, "So you're a freshman?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm still trying to get used to this high school thing, we've been in school for like a month and I'm still kinda out of it." she says, hey, that's how I was but I'm still not into the whole high school thing.

"I know what you mean. I've been here all four years and I'm still not used to the high school scene."

"So you're a senior?" she asks.

I nod, "Yeah, thank god, I probably would kill myself if I had four more years left." The freshman girl laughs, "So what's your name?" No, I'm not hitting on her, I would just like to know which freshman not to play a trick on when we do that hazing thing. I'm actually not too much into that but Michael and Daniel are pretty hardcore with it. Speaking of hardcore, I wonder if I could get Spencer to come to a show with me. Probably not.

"Oh sorry," she situates her books, I guess she's getting ready to shake my hand. I was right. She reaches her hand out to me, "Carrie. Carrie Covington."

I shake her hand, "Ashley Davies." Carrie, Carrie Covington. Kinda reminds me of something 18th century or James Bond like. But that could just be me, yet, again.

"Nice to meet--" the bell cuts her off. Well, that was only the minute bell so she has a minute to scarcely travel to class. "Shit." she says out loud.

My eyebrows shoot up, I never expected her for a potty mouth, "Wow."

"You didn't hear that." I pretend to zip my lips and she smiles, "But hey, I gotta get to class, I'm gonna be late." she says walking away from me.

I stand and watch her while she walks away, smiling, "Okay, have fun, Carrie." I put a lot of emphasis on her name. I don't know why, just to show I remembered it, I guess. I watch her as she leaves my sight. She's okay, that's saying a lot because the freshmen this year are just straight up skanky or jockstraps. I guess I found the one good one out of the bunch. Shit—class.

I love this class. Is it weird for me to like gym? I mean I love playing dodgeball... joke, I hate sports. Physical activities that aren't sex, just aren't good enough for me. I mean I better be sweating for a purpose other than trying to get a ball through a net or kicking a ball into a net. And what the hell is up with the nets? Does America secretly have a fetish with them or something?

Anyway...

I actually do love this class. I mean what who doesn't enjoy watching girls move around in their skimpy outfits to impress the jocks? It's like a mating thing. That's actually how Erin picked me up, she had the right bait. Well, I guess in her case, because she wanted a guy, she had the wrong bait. Either way, it's all bull—ow. Ball. My face. Who the fuck did that?

I turn my head only to see my vision of beauty, "Sorry, about that, Ash." Spencer says.

I grab the stupid volleyball and stand up to greet her, "It's fine. How—how do you have this class? I mean since when?"

"I don't," Spencer smiles, "Um, our practice was running late from 3rd period and we just decided not to go to 4th." I nod and she looks down at my legs. I neglected to mention that I have bait on the leash at the moment. I'm wearing my skimpy school shorts, well, they look more like a belt... or panties but they call them shorts. "Are you cold?" she asks looking back up to my face.

I shake my head, "No." I look down at her legs. Psh, I could ask her the same thing, I never knew shorts could get so short, "Shouldnt you be getting arrested, I mean that's definitely indecent exposure."

She laughs and playfully pushes my shoulder, ha, she touched me. Where's Kyla, I bet she's watching us like a hawk, "Shut up. I have to wear this, something about aerodynamics. Madison said."

I scoff, "Psh and we all know Madison's like a rocket scientist or something like that. She knows all about aerodynamics."

Spencer shakes her head, "Leave her alone, she's been really nice to me ever since I got here."

"Madison nice? Are there two of them here? Because I've only met the bitchy one that's the cheerleading captain." Yeah, right, Madison... nice. And I'm daddy's little angel. I better stop rolling my eyes before the fall out of my head.

Spencer smiles, "There must be. And Erin's really been nice to me." okay, freeze, "The girl you met in the hallway."

"Yeah, I remember." the girl I fell in love with? Yeah, I know her, no biggie.

"Well, she's been nice to me, too. I feel like I'm apart of the family already." she says and my throat closes up so I don't think I can talk at the moment. I think the mention of that name makes me wanna pass out or die or something along those lines. I think Spencer can see it in my eyes because she places her hand on my shoulder, "Are you o--"

"Spencer! Could you get the ball?" Erin yells, I know it's Erin without even looking at her.

I sigh, "Better get back to volleyball. Wouldn't want the girls to get their panties in a bunch or anything."

Spencer gives me a sorta sad smile, "They're gonna bitch me out."

"Go." I say smiling and placing the ball in her hand, "Before they think you're gay with me, I am the gayest girl at school, you know?" I joke but I probably am.

Spencer smiles with the ball in hand and walks backward, "That wouldn't be so bad, you know?" and she turns around and runs back to the girls.

I did not just dream that, no way. No way in hell. She said that, right? Ugh, maybe it's all in my head, maybe I've finally gone mad. I've been waiting for this day ever since... I was basically born. Funny me. I take my spot back on the bleachers, I don't think Coach Smith cares if we do work or not. He just focuses on the key players on his stupid brute sports, ie: Aiden Dennison. Star basketball player, gotta love him. I loved him or I should've... love em and leave em, that's my motto or it should be.

Ugh, all this thinking makes me thirsty. I stand up and start walking to the water fountain, Spencer's close to it, but so is Erin and stupid Madison.

I watch Spencer as I walk to the fountain, I can't believe I haven't noticed her before. I mean am I completely oblivious to the world around—Oof. I just got knocked on my ass by a huge locomotive. I look up at the train... or person.

"I'm sorry." he reaches out his hand.

I slap it away and stand up, "Sure, tell that to my ass." I brush off my ass.

He laughs, "It'd be my pleasure."

I roll my eyes and look up to find it's the ex, Aiden. I guess when I think about people the pop up huh? Okay. Jessica Alba. Jennifer Anniston. Kat Von D. "Whatever, it's fine."

"I really am sorry. Is your ass okay? Here let me check." and he has the audacity to reach behind me.