Chapter 1

The kids at my old school say I'm unobtainable. Even my best friend used to tease me about it. They'd all say it's easier to just give up on me than to date me. But do you know what I say? I say that if someone really wants to be with you, they don't give up. No matter how long it takes. I'm not unobtainable; I'm just… stubborn you could say.

Spencer Carlin, that's my name. It's my first day at this new high school. King High. It must have taken a genius to come up with a name as simple as that. So my story you ask? Same story, different girl, my mom got a job transfer that we couldn't pass up. Me and my family moved here from Ohio, whoop-dee-doo. It's me, my parents and my two brothers, Clay and Glen. They're not bad sometimes… well Glen is, but Clay's pretty cool, but that's probably just because he's adopted. Lucky him.

I walk down the halls to my locker. I had come to register at the school yesterday and along the way the principal helped me locate my locker. I know, it's lame that I need help from the principal himself, but what ever; no one was around to see. So far I've been at this school for about 10 minutes now, and I know two people… my brothers. I'm looking at the familiar lockers and I remember mine's the one that has something scraped in it. It looks like it was done with pen, but I remember it because it almost looks like a heart. I pulled out the piece of paper from my pocket with my combination on it.

I try once, but it doesn't open. I try again but it doesn't open. I try a third time and now I'm about ready to karate chop this thing because it STILL won't open. I see a couple of girls giggle at me from the corner of my eye. Yeah, that's right laugh at the new girl who looks like she's about to start punching her locker in. I hate girls like that.

I try the combination a fourth time, this time much slower, thinking that's going to make a difference. But of course it doesn't because right about now it still isn't opening, I'm about to give up and just carry all of my books to class when one of the girls who was giggling at me came over.

"you new?" she asks. She's about my height, dark hair, bad ass style. Not bad looking though. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm gay? It was actually kind of funny to see the look on my mom's face that day, but that's another story. I look back at the girl, but I don't say anything back to her. She knows I caught her laughing at me, and knows I already don't like her.

"listen, I don't think your combination is going to work" she says.

"oh and why not?" I ask with a whole lot of attitude and no fear.

"because this is my locker" she says and takes the piece of paper out of my hand. Let me tell you, I feel like a complete idiot. "locker 1332" she reads and points to the locker next to hers.

Great, I'm new and now I look like a freakin' retard. Way to impress the hot girl Spencer. Note to self: give self pat on back later. I guess my locker was the locker NEXT to the locker with the heart etched into it.

I take the note back from her hand and try it on the locker next to hers. Just as I get it open, and on the first try, might I add, the bell rings. The girl who helped me looks up as if she could see the sound waves the bell rings.

"well I better go…"

"yeah" I said a little coldly. For some reason I couldn't help but be mean to this girl. I mean I didn't want to, but it was just kind of coming out that way. Maybe it's just because it's my first day. She slowly turns on her heel as if expecting me to say more, but I don't. In fact I close my locker and start walking the other way. I can't remember but I think I swayed my hips just for a little fun. Show this girl what she's missing.

It turns out I was so busy trying to give that girl attitude that I went the wrong way. By the time I realized it I was on the other side of campus and the bell to get into class had already rang. I start running down the halls, slowing down every time there's an open class room. I finally run down to my class room, which was open. I take a second to fix my hair and walk in. Everyone pauses and looks at me, including the teacher.

"you're late" she says, I can already tell this woman's a bitch.

"sorry, first day" I said looking around the class room to find a seat. I spot one at the back of the room and quickly head there. I put my bag down and start taking out my books, but then I see someone staring at me on my right. Shit. It's the same girl I was giving attitude to before. But she was smiling slightly, and staring at me intently. Like she was trying to learn everything about my just by the way I looked. I hate when people do that by the way. I look up to see if there's any other seats in the class that are open, but before I could the teacher said something to the whole class.

"well, I hope you like your seats because that's where you're sitting for the rest of the semester"

Perfect.

About halfway through the class I glance to my right to see that same girl still staring at me. You would have thought the teacher would have told her to pay attention, but we were at the back of the class room and no one could see us. I see her get nudged by the person next to her. She starts whispering to her. This is the part where my trusty lip reading skills come in handy. I don't tell anyone because if I did they would all cover their mouths, and that's just no fun.

I can see what they're saying and I can tell that they're talking about me, mostly because they're staring at me. The girl beside her tells her 'stop staring you big lez'. It's obvious the locker girl is gay, but her friend teases her about it. Been there, done that.

'I'm not staring' the girl says back.

'you're right, you're drooling'

I focus my head back in my book, trying not to think about the other girl. Yeah, sure she's hot, but it's people like her, people who laugh at the newbies, that I hate. I see her say something to the other girl and I know what she's about to ask me, so I prepare my self.

She leans over in her seat and makes sure the teacher doesn't see her before facing me again. "hey, I was wondering if you-"

"-not interested" I cut her off before she even gets the chance to ask me out. I know she was going to ask me out because I could see her tell her friend. Right after I shot her down I saw her friend snort in laughter.

"how do you know I was even going ask you out?" the girl asked thinking she's all smart and what not. Nice try though.

"because you've been undressing me with your eyes for the passed 20 minutes" I tell her. Who's smart now? Note to self: ACTUALLY give self pat on back for sweet line. I can hear her friend actually laughing out loud now. This time it catches the teacher's attention.

"Stacey, is there something funny?" the teacher asks. I guess I know her friend's name now.

"no, miss" she said meekly. It was funny how people who were all cocky and overly confident one minute, and scared of a teacher the next. I could see the girl who was hitting on me roll her eyes.

By the end of class I'm all ready to get out of this class in hopes of being on time for my other class. I rush out of the room and I stop in the middle of the quad, I can tell that girl was still following me. What's with this girl?

"you know… staring at me doesn't help anything" I say loudly so that she could hear from behind.

"I know, I was just checking out your ass" she says. I can feel the smirk grow on her face. I turn around to face her and she walks towards me.

"I'm Ashley" she says as she fixes the strap on her shoulder bag and extends her hand. I look down at the hand and look back up at her. I'm not going to shake it, and I know she doesn't expect me to shake it. "you got a name?" she asks.

"yeah, I do" I say, being all mysterious. Damn I'm good today.

"you going to tell me?"

I pause to think about whether or not I should tell her. I'm a firm believer in signs, and so far there's nothing stopping me from telling her. "I'm-" the bell rang. I think I'd call that a sign. "-late for class" I ended. I turn around and walk the other way, I know she's still standing there, and I know she's dying to know everything about me.

It's lunch time now. I was actually kind of dreading this part of the day. It's the part of the day when you figure out who to sit with, most people sit with their friends, but I find that kind of hard since I have no friends.

"hey, late-for-class" she calls out as if it's an Indian tribal name. I may not have friends, but I have a stalker. I turn around to see Ashley sitting on top of a round picnic table in the centre of the quad. She waves me over. At this point in time, I see no harm in it. I walk over to her and take a seat like a normal person actually in the picnic table, while she still sits on top of it, staring down at me.

After a good 30 seconds at staring at the top of my head she finally sits down beside me in the table. We're the only ones sitting at this table so far. "so you going to tell me your name or what?"

"I'm Paige" I say lying.

"that's a nice name" she nods. "too bad it's not your real name" she says catching on. Damn, and here I was on a roll.

"Spencer" I give in.

"ah, now see that wasn't too bad now was it?" she says. "by the way, I saw your name on your locker combo sheet" she admits. Now it's all starting to make sense. "so where you from?"

"it's round on the ends, and high in the middle" I riddle her.

"Ohio" it's obvious she's heard that one before. She places her elbow on the table and leans her head into her hands so that she could stare at me. "you don't talk much do you?"

"I talk plenty"

"could have fooled me"

"well I don't know you"

"well if you had just accepted my offer earlier…" she suggests.

"I find it weird that you try asking me out on a date before you even ask for my name" I say. Just then the same girl from our first period class came over.

"hey ash… oh and if it isn't little-miss-rejection" she says towards me.

"it's Spencer, actually" I say.

"what?! You tell her your name and I have to pry it out of you?" Ashley asked in shock.

"she wasn't hitting on me all morning, now was she?"

"hey, I wasn't hitting on you… I was undressing you with my eyes" Ashley said as she stole a French fry from her friend's lunch.

"and how did I look?" It was then I realized I was flirting back with her.

"pretty damn hot"

"sounds about right" I could tell I was turning her on with my words.

"okay, hey, I'm eating here" Stacey says getting our attention.

"So Spencer… what are you doing after school?" Ashley asks.

"probably getting caught up on homework"

"eh!" both girls yelled like a buzzard as if I had the wrong answer. It was really weird actually, it made me jump at how loud they were.

"uh, curling up on the couch and watching my favourite soap opera?" I tried guessing again.

"EH!" they say even louder… it's starting to get annoying.

"how about you tell me" I say.

"DING!" they yell in a high pitch voice, they high five each other while laughing. You've got to be lame to have coordinated something like that.

"good, now that that's settled…" Ashley starts. "we're going to hit up Grays tonight"

"Grays?"

"it's this club for most of the kids around here" Stacey explains. For the rest of lunch, I sat there with the two girls talking about what they planned to do with me later that night. Well them talking, and me flirting more with Ashley. It was a little fun, but not as much fun as teasing her.

After lunch there was only one period left in the day and thankfully, neither Ashley nor Stacey were in it to bother me. I showed up to my class actually on time and take a seat. After a few minutes the class starts flooding in, and one girl sees me and was about to walk passed me when she looks at me again. She takes the seat next to me and looks at me. Great, another Ashley.

"I'm Kyla" she says. She kind of looks like Ashley

"Spencer" I smile back, I figured I should be polite to at least one person today.

"I know" she says. Maybe she really is a stalker.

"you know?"

"I saw you hanging out with Ashley today"

"and you know my name?" I ask.

She laughs lightly. "look around this class room" she says and I turn around to see everyone casually talking. I turn back to her, puzzled.

"there is not one person in this room who does not know your name" she says.

"but how?"

"like I said, we saw you hanging out with Ashley" she smirked. "Ashley's the kind of person everyone knows everything about, and everyone knows she likes you"

"yeah, well even I could have figured that out"

"yeah, well you're the object of her affections now"

"meaning?"

"meaning, Ashley always gets the girl she wants. Last year when Ashley was a freshman, she had a crush on senior girl, a straight senior girl might I add. But no, that's not all, she just happened to be dating a senior boy who was the captain of the football team. Guess who the senior girl ended up kissing in the end of this fairytale"

"Ashley…"

"that's right, she knows who she wants and she gets them. So it's just a matter of time before you're just another statistic for Ashley Davies"

"Davies? As in Raiffe Davies?"

"as in Raiffe Davies" she confirms.

"so I guess things just got a little more complicated."

"you could say that."

"so then what? I should just forget about her?"

"look, what exactly are you looking for in a girl?" She asks like she already knows me.

"what makes you so sure I like girls?"

"please, you've got gay practically written across your forehead" she says as she rolls her eyes. This girl's kind of cocky. "so what do you look for in a girl?"

"well… I want a relationship that-"

"there's your first problem, Ashley doesn't do relationships. She's more of a date 'em and dump 'em kind of a girl" Perfect. By the way if you didn't catch that, that was sarcasm. I finally find a hot gay girl, and she's the exact opposite of what I truly want.