"I don’t like this, Ash. It reeks of trouble." Aiden warned. Ashley didn’t take her eyes off the road but smiled mischieviously as she took a left onto Sandy Drive. "What’s the worst that could happen?" Ashley inquired, slowing the car down as they approached a red light. It was scorching. The AC was on full blast but it did nothing to beat down the heat that was taking over fast. "Oh, I could think of a few things. Coincedentally, they all involve jealous hotties going at it…" Aiden paused, "Actually, maybe this isn’t such a bad idea after all" Ashley laughed at his expense, "You wish, Aiden. Besides, in case you’ve forgotten, Spencer only recently came out. I don’t think she’s hopping on the Pride train and going into slut mode anytime soon." "She seemed pretty confident at lunch today…I even saw her making nice with the little vixen in History." Ashley wasn’t really paying attention though. She had just pulled into her driveway. She leaned back into her seat, a devlish grin on her face. "Check out the new neighbors."

"I don’t like this, Spence." Clay warned. "Oh, come on, Clay. I need to prove to Ashley that I can put out." Clay cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed and a little digusted. "I just want to make her a little jealous, that’s all. Then it’s game over." Spencer quickly said. "I’m only saying you guys just started dating and there’s been a lot of drama. The hospital, her dad, being walked in on my mom…Don’t you think you owe yourselves a moment of peace? A chance to enjoy just being together without any added stress?" Spencer hadn’t really thought about it that way. She leaned her head against the window, staring out into the blistering heat. "Ugh," She scoffed, "You suck, Clay" "What? Why?" "Cause you’re totally right." Clay grinned, taking a left towards home.

"Hello, hottie…" Trey smirked, putting down the large brown box he had been carrying and staring at his new neighbor. He took a moment to wipe away the beads of sweat that had been accumulating on his forehead, making sure to run a hand through his thicket of red hair. It wasn’t long, but it had life to it. Trey, like his sister, had those eyes. His were a more icey blue though. If Sarah had X-Ray eyes then his were electric. He too had a number of freckles litered across his face and, like his sister, wore them well. They were an attractive pair and hailed from an attractive family. Trey was taller than his sister at 6’1, weighing in at a built 165 pounds. He wasn’t ripped, but he wasn’t Glen either. Similar to Sarah, Trey was dressed to a tee. He sported an old lacrosse t-shirt and a pair of nantucket red shorts. His rainbows were falling apart but that didn’t stop him from taking them for a spin that day. "Trey, what’re you doing? Pick it up, let’s go!" An older man yelled from the entryway of the house. "Come on, son. These boxes aren’t going to move themselves." He clapped Trey on the back as he walked towards a larger pile of boxes and furniture. "Remind me again why we didn’t just pay someone to do this?" Trey asked as he bent over to resume the moving process. "Cause dad’s a tool. And if we help we can have the house to ourselves for the rest of the week." Sarah chirped, walking past him and laying out on the grass. "And the "hottie" you were referring to, she’s gay." "Wait. What? No, fucking way. How do you–Damnit, Sarah!" Trey had no problem scoring girls but it was increasingly frustrating to find that every girl he banged, his sister had banged first, and, if the rumours were true, better. With this is in mind, the two were competitive. They duked it on when it came to girls, grades, "game", the only thing Trey beat his twin sister at were sports. "Bitch…" Trey mumbled as he lugged the box he had been servicing for fifteen minutes into the house.