My story starts last year. I had just moved to LA from Ohio, things were changing big time. It was my junior year and I was so incredibly nervous starting my first day in a new school in a different state. And of course Glen wasn’t helpings things. Especially since he was being, well, Glen.

Flashback

Spencer’s POV (This is how she saw things)

Ok wow. This school is huge! How the hell am I supposed to find my way around here?

“Spencer,” Glen said trying to get my attention.

“What?” I responded with somewhat of an attitude I must confess.

“You’re gonna have to find another ride home cause I have try-outs and Clay has an after school nerd class or whatever it is. Or you can just wait for me but try-outs don’t start until 3:30 and it goes on until 5.”

Ugh, him and stupid basketball.

“How about I just drive the car home and then I’ll come back and get you or have dad come get you or something,” I ask him hoping that he’ll be a nice brother for once and say ok but of course, hoping gets me nowhere.

“Psh, you’re psychotic if you think I’m letting you take my car.”

Ass.

“Fine. Whatever. I gotta go find my class. I’ll see you later,” I say with even more of an attitude than the first time and walk off.

I swear he can be an ass sometimes. And you wonder why I favor one brother over the other. Alright, let’s see. English with Ms. Coleson. Room 213. Ok let’s see. Which way is room 213? Where’s that map that that woman gave me?

All of a sudden I hit something hard and went down just as hard as the thing I bumped into.

“Oof,” is all I can get out.

And of course all of my things are spread all over the floor. I look up and I think I might be seeing things…because it looks like there’s a Greek god standing before me in all his muscular glory.

“Are you ok,” the god asks me as he helps me up.

“Um, yeah. Sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I was trying to figure out where my class was and then yeah. I think I’ll stop talking now,” I say now completely embarrassed.

He sort of chuckles and just helps me start picking up my stuff.

“I’m Aiden by the way. Aiden Dennison,” He introduces himself as he hands me my stuff.

“Spencer. Spencer Carlin. I’m new here.” Wow could I get any more pathetic. I’m pretty sure that he already knew that. Especially since I mentioned that I was trying to figure out where my class was.

“Yeah. I gathered,” he said chuckling, “What class do you need to find?”

“Um, English with Ms. Coleson in room 213.” I say with a sigh. So far in my day I’ve already managed to completely embarrass myself to who I’m pretty sure is the king of the school.

“Cool. That’s where I’m headed. C’mon. We’ll walk there together,” he says to me being completely charming with his million dollar smile.

Wow, am I a sap or what?

“Ok. Thanks.” Is all I can say back. What is wrong with me? It’s like my extended vocabulary has failed me in a time when I could use it the most. Anyways, we walk in silence pretty much. We soon approached the classroom and started walking in the door. Just as I’m about to say something, my breath gets taken away. Did I say that Aiden was a Greek god? Well let me tell you, he is nothing compared to the beauty sitting in that English classroom. I have a feeling that this is gonna be a really good year.