Chapter Four

Spencer’s P.O.V.

After I was rejected by my dream girl, it was vital for me to keep my mind occupied on the other aspects of my life in order to keep my mind off of her.  I have no idea what the other aspects were in my life besides being every one’s social worker, tutor, and general dumping grounds.  I was typing up a paper for my physics class on my laptop in my room.  Scratch that, I was attempting to type my paper since I had a certain tanned brunette on my mind even though she rejected me.  It didn’t help that she was trying to IM me every few minutes. 

I noticed another instant message popped up on my screen from Ashley.  It was right on cue.  I closed up the message and I sighed in exasperation.  I couldn’t deal with talking to Ashley even if it was online.  Don’t get me wrong I wanted to talk to Ashley, but she only wanted to talk to me for homework help.  The algebra midterm was coming up and she needed to pass or else she would fail the course. 

Ashley was also trying to play matchmaker and set me up with Carmen, a girl in my art class.  It wasn’t the first time she tried to set me up with someone and it probably wouldn’t be the last, but it still hurt since now she knew that I had more than sisterly feelings for her.  During our sophomore year she tried to do the same thing with Aiden pre-Kyla/Aiden drama and now during my senior year she was trying to set me up with Carmen. 

A fifteen year old Ashley and I were walking through the hallways of King High.  A smile was plastered on her beautiful face.  I always loved it when she had a pure Ashley Davies smile even though it was never for me.  “Aiden thinks you’re cute,” Ashley began.  I scoffed at Ashley’s statement.  “Alright, so his emo hairstyle is a big no-no for him, but you two would still make a cute couple.”  A cute couple?  The thought of Aiden and I together made me want to gag. 

If I were straight, I would consider going out with him and to buy Ashley’s lame attempt to set us up.  It would’ve given false hope to my mother though.  “So you don’t think I’m cute?” I asked somewhat upset.  Ashley looked surprised at my question.  Was her gaydar in the shop or something?