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AN: So chapter 2. Let me know what you think and if it's possibly going to fast. I just wanted to show the attraction forming. Please review I love feedback!

Chapter 2

You know that feeling of finally recognizing someone and then you see them everywhere you go? Well after seeing Aiden and Madison at laser tag I realized how often I actually do see them around school in the halls and at lunch. I even noticed them in some of my classes, which says something about my observational skills. They were like Siamese twins, always joined at the hip. I swear once I started to notice them I never saw one without the other.

Chelsea and I walked out of Ms. McManus' art class together to head to the English wing. Chelsea is an amazing artist, but she definitely needs more confidence in her work. You know that starving artist cliché? It so wouldn't apply to her if she just put herself out there.

"So I was thinking about what you and Ms. McManus said and I think I might want to submit this piece to the art show," she said holding up her latest "A" from class.

"Chels, you know you should; you're an amazing artist," I said trying to be persuading.

"The only way I'll submit it is if you promise to be there!" she said with an uncertain smile.

I laughed, "I'll most definitely be there," I said as we stopped briefly at my locker so I could grab my notebook.

"So Spence did you hear about the new kids?" she asked as I grabbed my purple composition notebook for English.

"Huh?" No I didn't," I replied.

"Well apparently there are two new girls in are grade, sisters," she said shutting my locker for me.

"Whatever, they'll probably join the cheer bitches soon enough," I said and she just nodded. The one thing I hate about new kids is that they're all trying to improve their social status from their last school and seem to gravitate towards whoever seems to be "popular." Sean came up and wrapped his arm around her.

"What's up my main ladies?" he said as we continued down the hall. I chuckled sometimes he was such a nerd.

"You need to tell Chelsea that her work is amazing and that she has absolutely nothing to worry about if she submits that piece," I said.

"Baby, you know all of that is true," he said giving her a peck on the cheek causing her to blush. I smiled they were cute together. And no matter how long they've been together, Chelsea still blushes around Sean who completely adores her.

I stopped walking as we came towards my classroom.

"Hey Sean I'll see you later in Film. Bye Chels," I said as they waved and kept walking. I walked into my English class, taking my seat I pulled out my notebook to doodle in. I popped my headphones in my ears to listen to before the class started.

I started doodling getting lost in my own when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I quickly glanced up taking my out of my ears.

"Nice of you to join us Ms. Carlin," my English teacher, Ms. Jones said with the condescending voice teachers get to use. I mumbled a "sorry" mostly because I didn't care, and I leaned back in my seat. It was then that I noticed her standing in the front of the room smirking at me. SexyAsh.

"As I was saying, this is Ashley. She's new to school here, so make her feel welcome," Ms. Jones said obviously reciting the speech from memory, "You can take the seat next to Ms. Carlin." I inwardly groaned as Ashley smirked once again and sat next to me.

"I told you I'd see you soon, SpenceC," she said sitting, "So it looks like we're going to have to work again."

"Unfortunately," I mumbled. I couldn't believe Ms. Show-off was sitting next to me for the rest of the year.

"Come on, be nice," she said pouting and leaning closer to me as to not attract the attention of Ms. Jones, "And here I was looking forward to getting to spend time with you," she said brushing my arm. I tensed up, why is she even touching me? I felt goose bumps rise as I glared at her with her seemingly never faltering smirk.

I turned away to attempt to concentrate on the notes for class. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't help but look back at her, with her soft brunette curls and soft lips wrapped around her pencil eraser as she nibbled lightly on it. I don't even know what I'm feeling, but I felt my heat skip as I stared captivated at her. Every time I stole a glance she seemed to be staring at me. What does she not pay attention to class? How does Ms. Jones not notice her staring at me?

I glanced at her again and couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if my lips were that eraser. I felt my breath grow shallow and I snapped my head back to the front of the room looking anywhere but back at Ashley. I couldn't concentrate for some reason with her in the room. Why the hell can't I stop think about her with her this close to me?

As soon as the bell rang I bolted out of the classroom but not before hearing her soft chuckle as I left.