Spencer’s room was exactly what I expected. The walls were painted a light yellow and there were a couple of awards framed and hanging on one wall. There was a mural of pictures on the wall above her bed and I couldn’t help my smirk when I noticed that she was a cheerleader. The room was neat but obviously lived in with the usual clutter on the tops of drawers and a TV sitting across from the bed. She had some more pictures littering the tops of her dresser and I walked over to examine them. Even more pictures of her with the cheerleading squad and at what I guessed was football games.

            “So you’re a cheerleader huh?” I asked, straightening up and looking at her. Her eyes narrowed in defense and her arms crossed her chest.

            “Yes. Is there anything wrong with that?” Her voice was challenging and I smirked.

            “Nope, I was just making polite conversation; but you obviously feel the need to defend it. Why is that?”

            “I wasn’t –“

            “Obviously you were.”

            “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” She said, sounding unsure as I grinned but held up my hands in defeat. “Are you ready to go yet?” She seemed anxious and I wondered what she was hiding.

            “No.” I said simply, turning around the look more closely at the pictures above her bed. There were mostly a lot with her and another girl who had obvious Spanish descent. She was gorgeous but couldn’t touch Spencer. When I took a closer look they appeared to be clinging to each other in a majority of the pictures. I raised an eyebrow and shot Spencer an intrigued look. “This your girlfriend?”

            “Wh – What?!” She asked, her blush coming back. “No, of course not! Why would you say that? We’re just friends.” Ah, defensive again. I smirked and shrugged.

            “You two are obviously very close and look, you’re all over each other. She’s pretty, good job.”

            “She’s not my girlfriend!”

            “Come on Spencer, you can tell me, who do I have to tell? Is she your secret lover? Are you in love with her but she doesn’t feel the same? Vice Versa?” I was grinning at this point, trying to get information out of her. There was obviously something up with this.