Chapter 7

*Spencer’s P.O.V*

I’m in my car attempting to chase her down. It’s not really going well. I may have a kick ass car but my driving skills leave for something to be desired. Nevertheless, I’m still catching up on her. I gun the engine but immediately cut the breaks when some asshole cuts me off. I have half a mind to scream at him but instead face the matters at hand.

I really need to see her. I need to talk to her. What happened was over almost ten years ago and I really need to get over it.

‘What happened that was so bad, you ask? Well I’ll tell you.’ It really isn’t a very pleasant story for me to tell, but I know I have to face it eventually.

High school for me wasn’t exactly welcoming, but you know that much. It was hard for a lot of people to go to high school. It’s harder when you’re the four eyed freak going to high school. But personally, I think it’s hardest when you’re the four eyed dyke going to high school. It’s a long nick name I know, but that’s what they all called me.

But I shouldn’t get into that yet. Really, it all started before high school even began, it was when my dreams of Ashley started.

At first I thought it was just some random, one time thing to be dreaming about a girl you’ve never met, but the dreams continued and I began to realize otherwise. I was 14 years old when they began, my short bowl cut hair ran low, only past my ears. I had the biggest bottle coke glasses and they were so thick you could barely see my eyes through them. It’s not like it really matters anyways since my long straight bangs hung over my glasses, limiting my vision. I was short at 5’ and was slightly chubby and very unfit.

I didn’t wear makeup and I hardly do now. But it’s clear to say that I looked very different from what I look today. My looks were one of the reasons that I was so confused about my dreams. I had very low self esteem issues and I couldn’t comprehend why a beautiful girl, my age, would be in my dream smiling and talking to me. That’s how it began, just smiling and talking, then soon holding hands and as the years went on the dreams progressed.