“I’m about to go get that… on my first day! Could I be any more of a pimp?” Glen said, bouncing from foot to foot.

            Spencer shook her head. “No Glen, you could not be any more of a pimp.”

            “I didn’t think so. Ok, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes tops….with a phone number.” Glen said as he pulled his pants up and shook his hair.

            “I don’t doubt it, however fake it may be.” Spencer laughed as she said it. Glen gave her a look that said he wasn’t very amused.

            “Very funny Spence. I’m gone.” He said as he began walking away. He didn’t make it two feet before he tripped over his shoe laces. Spencer burst out laughing, holding her stomach.

            “Hopefully, you make it over there.” She said. Glen straightened up and continued on his way.

Spencer surveyed the scene from where she was sitting. The girl didn’t look very happy when Glen bent down and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up from where she was sitting against a tree trunk as she removed her I-pod earphones. Spencer didn’t get to see anything else as someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Who the hell?” Spencer said as she turned around. There stood a group of about twenty girls. Spencer knew who they were right away, cheerleaders. What could they possibly want with her? Tryouts were during the summer when Spencer wasn’t here. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Madison Duarte, captain of the cheerleading squad. I just wanted to ask you if that was your brother over there.” She said, pointing towards Glen. What could they possibly want with him?

“Yeah, why?” Spencer asked. Damn, maybe Glen was a pimp.

“Well, because he looks like he’s an athlete. You know? And our basketball team is in serious need of new players.” To Spencer, that sounded like a bunch of crap but she listened anyway.

“Yeah, he played basketball back home.” Spencer offered.

“Great! Do you think you could introduce us?” Madison asked. Spencer didn’t see a reason why she shouldn’t as she stood up.

“Sure. Just follow me.” Spencer said as she started walking.