Spencer’s POV

Storming down the stairs, "She has no right to be touching, looking, or even breathing all over my stuff. She better not steal anything." The young blonde-haired woman muttered to herself.

"LUNCH TIME!" My dad yells from the diningroom. Let’s meet the rest of the rejects.

Entering the kitchen, I see three new faces. A boy and two girls. They are already seated at the table along with my brother Glen that only leaves two empty seats. I guess I have to sit next to that Ashley too.

"Hey sis! It sucks that you have to share your room this summer." He snickers.

"…" instead of answering him I just roll my eyes as I take my seat.

Ashley soon enters the dining room and for the first time I take a real good look at her. She has beautiful brown eyes and gorgeous curly brown hair with red highlights. That skirt she has on shows off her legs…. What am I saying I can’t think of her that way. It’s wrong. I Spencer Carlin cannot crush on a girl. No. No. No. I like boys. Only boys.

The brunette takes a seat next to me and she smells great. I wonder what that perfume is that she has on. God! I’m in trouble. Shaking my head, I decide to focus my attention on the others at the table. There is a Latino girl with green eyes. She looks like she could rip me shreds if I piss her off. The other girl is maybe Hawaiian or mixed. I’m not sure. Lastly, A guy with a great body. He has dark hair and green eyes. I should be swooning all over him but I’m not. I cannot get the girl that is sitting beside me out of my mind.

My mom and dad take their seats at each end of the table. "Welcome to the Carlin Ranch" my mom starts. "Let’s start out by everyone introducing themselves." She looks at Glen to start.

"I’m Glen Carlin and after this summer I’m off to Duke to play basketball." He gives Ashley a wink and a small smile before turning to the guy sitting next to him. She’s mine. He had better stop flirting with her. What am I saying? She’s not gay. They will probably be all over each other by the end of the summer.