CHAPTER THREE

SPENCER’S POV:

I look down at my schedule to find my first class: English, Room N-114, Mrs. Hamilton. Great now I just have to find the stupid classroom. I sigh and look around and see a campus map. A couple minutes later I finally find my room. Here goes nothing. I open the door and as soon as I do I am met with those gorgeous brown eyes again. Since I am too wrapped up with beautiful over there I manage to trip over my shoe laces and fall flat on my face with my books flying everywhere. Spencer’s thoughts: Oh dear God please let me be in some alternate universe where I did not just make a complete ass of myself. I look up to see everyone hysterically laughing at me. Damn still reality.

Mrs. Hamilton: (Rushes over to Spencer’s aide) Are you okay dear?

Oh yes Spencer Carlin they told to expect you this period. Well, you certainly made quite the entrance.

The old woman takes a look around her classroom for an empty desk. I shyly look down refusing to make eye contact with my crush. I secretly hope she doesn’t seat me next to her, so I don’t have to humiliate myself anymore. Mrs. Hamilton’s gray eyes finally land on a seat close to the back of the room.

Thank God it’s near the back. I see a girl raise her hand and quickly make my way back there. I take my seat and get settled.

Chelsea: Hey I’m Chelsea. So you’re the new girl, huh?

ASHLEY’S POV:

I hate having English this early in the morning. It is so boring and it makes me just want to crawl back into bed and go to sleep. While I am waiting for class to start I am listening to my boyfriend Aiden rant on about how many points he scored at the last basketball game. Like he hasn’t already drilled it into my head a thousand times. I swear the boys thinks he should receive praise when he dresses himself in the morning. Anyway, the last bell finally rings and Mrs. Hamilton begins class.

Even though Mrs. Hamilton was old she still had some witty banter that made the class a little bit more enjoyable. She begins to go into the agenda for the day and a project we have coming up next week. The door suddenly opens and the girl from earlier walks in. She spots me right off the bat. Then two seconds later she trips and the class erupts in laughter. I felt bad for her, but holy crap that was funny. I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it. Mrs. Hamilton goes over to help her and asks if she is okay.

So her name is Spencer, cute. The laughter has subsided and now the class is staring at Spencer trying to decide what to make of her. I think I am staring at her more intently than the rest. I don’t know what it is but there is something about this girl. She is definitely beautiful and has a great body. Wait what the hell am I thinking. Okay Ashley pull yourself together and stop looking about the gorgeous blonde. Crap! I have to stop doing that.

I see Mrs. Hamilton scanning the room fro an empty desk. All the desks around me are filled so Mrs. Hamilton directs her towards the back next to Chelsea Lewis. I watch Spencer make her way to the back and then turn back toward Mrs. Hamilton.