Chapter 2

*Spencer’s P.O.V*

I think I must have been staring for too long, because the next thing I know, she’s walking towards me with her hand outstretched in front of her.

“Ashley Davies” she introduces herself.

I continue to stare at her wondering if it’s the same girl I knew. Though, considering they have the same name, I know I’m not mistaken

“Spencer Carlin” I finally get out.

She eyes me for a moment, smiling, before walking away to where she was before. I see her talking to, yet again, another familiar face, a tall dark haired young man with green eyes.

I finally tear my gaze away from them before I start to panic.

‘Why the hell is she here?! Is she the new star? You’ve gotta be kidding me… Don’t worry. I start to try and reassure myself. She won’t recognize you. It’s been a long time since then and you’ve changed a lot.

I continue to debate with myself mentally, before a voice snaps me out of my state.

“Hello, earth to Spencer. Anybody there?” Stan waves his hand in my face.

I push his hand away “Yes, I’m here!” I say frustrated.

“Now let’s get this thing started!” I say, and under my breath ‘and hopefully over with’.

I sigh, knowing this was going to be a long day.

I walk towards Ashley, noting the differences and changes having occurred over the years. Her once curly hair was now straight, while her bangs were pushed across her face and stood out, being dyed red. Her height matched mine and I start to wonder if I grew taller, since I’m sure I was always shorter then her. Her chocolate brown eyes were the same, as well as her sense of fashion. Her habit of ripping up brand name clothes was still there. Looking at her, I could immediately tell her intended target age group.

Then I looked at the guy that was next to her, remembering him. Aiden Dennison. He was the same as well, only he traded in his basketball gym uniform for a suit. His hair was now coiffed and gelled back, and he seemed even taller and more toned. ‘And here I though it was impossible’ my thoughts dripping with sarcasm.

I sigh again, and look away form them. I knew that if I continued, it’d get worse, but I know now that it’s too late. I could feel myself burning. I could feel the heat rise from within me and I would feel my heart burning. Burning with a hatred for her, him and everyone else from that point of my life.