SO I NEVER THOUGHT I'D WRITE A SPEMILY STORY BUT FENDER18 HAS INSPIRED ME. THIS STORY IS ALMOST COMPLETELY ORIGINAL, SIMILARITIES WILL BE SUBTLE. AND NO, SPENCER AND EMILY DON'T GET TOGETHER WHILE SHE'S THAT YOUNG, IT TAKES A LITTLE TIME AND A LITTLE DRAMA.

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-MANAGEMENT

"Good morning, I'm Ms. Hastings." Spencer began while sitting behind her oak desk. "Welcome to ninth grade English. This is a new experience for all of you, and it just so happens to be for me too. This is my first year teaching and I couldn't be more excited. Now I know new can be scary, but I promise to try and make this transition as smooth as possible." Butterflies fluttered in Spencer's stomach as she addressed her students for the first time in her life. "I'm very much looking forward to getting to know all of you. What really interests me in beginning my teaching career, here at Rosewood, is the fact that you'll have me for English all four years. Now I know that's probably less than ideal for some of you, having to look at the same teacher's faces for four years, but I believe it'll be beneficial." Spencer walked around and leaned on the front of her desk. "It's very forward thinking of Rosewood high to have structured your four major subjects in this manner. That way your growth academically won't be interrupted by introducing you to a new teacher, with a different demeanor, teaching style, etc. So... you're stuck with me, but I promise you won't be unhappy about it." She smiled brightly at her new students.

Spencer, who was only twenty-two, felt uneasy about the way some of the young men were looking at her, but it was expected, being such a young educator. It didn't help that she was five nine with legs that any woman would envy. Or that her naturally wavy, auburn hair fell to the middle of her back. With her cleft chin and perfect cheekbones, she could have easily been mistaken for a model. Although she expected to become a few of her young male student's fantasy, she still wasn't fully prepared for the ogling that was occurring. Being the consummate professional she is, she shook off the lustful gazes, and continued with her lesson plan for the first day of school.

Emily Fields, Paige McCullers, and Mona Vanderwaal all sat in the same row, one next to the other, as they'd done for the entirety of their schooling. They've been friends since before they were born since their mothers were all childhood friends. Emily sat still and listened attentively as her new teacher spoke. She turned around to write something on the board. For reasons unknown to herself, she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering all over Ms. Hastings form. She was one of the most beautiful women Emily had ever seen. Emily thought her new instructor looked perfect in her grey pencil skirt and black blouse that clung in some places and hung in others. As hard as she tried, she couldn't avoid looking at her perfectly toned legs, accentuated with at least six-inch black strappy heels.

"If it's not too much of an inconvenience, I'd like all of you to sit where you're seated for the rest of the school year. It'll be easier to remember all of your names that way, so if anyone wants to switch seats do it now." Spencer looked around her classroom, when no one budged she continued. "Good. So, I'm going to give each of you an index card to fill out the info I have on the board there." Spencer walked up to each student, asked his or her name, and handed them an index card. The closer Ms. Hastings got to Emily, the more her heart pounded. What's wrong with me? She asked herself.

"And you?" Ms. Hastings floral scent sent a chill up and down Emily's spine. She was standing close enough to touch, and Emily wished she could.

"Uh...Emily...Emily Fields." She almost forgot her own name.

"Nice to meet you Emily, welcome to high school." Spencer smiled at the seemingly nervous girl, handed her an index card, and moved to the next student. Emily noticed her palms were sweaty and asked to use the restroom. She needed more than a few moments to compose herself.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Emily asked herself out loud. She's your teacher, you can't have a crush on your teacher. She thought while splashing cold water on her face. Up until now, she had never fully admitted that she looks at women in a sexual way, but Ms. Hastings was making it harder to deny. I can't be gay. I'm not gay, there's just no way. She collected herself as best she could and headed back to class.

At lunch Mona, Paige, and Emily found a table close to the large picture windows in the lunchroom. Immediately noticing Ms. Hastings across the room, her cheeks turned a bright red.

"Hey, Em?" Mona had never seen a look like that on her best friend's face. "Em?"

"Huh? Yeah, wassup?"

"You just don't look like yourself."

"Who do I look like then?"

"I don't know, you look a little flustered."

"She's been acting strange all day." Observed Paige.

"I have not, I'm just...it's just a little overwhelming, high school's so different."

"Well get used to it, we've got another four years." Mona laughed and mushed Emily's hair.

"Hey, cut it out!" The girls laughed and ate their lunch.

Spencer sat alone at one of the teacher's table with only an apple and water for lunch. Even though half the day was gone, her stomach was still very much in knots. When she noticed her best friend, and fellow colleague, Aria Montgomery coming her way, she could have sworn she saw one of her female students gawking at her. She ignored what she thought was innocent and greeted Rosewood's newest art teacher.

"Hey Aria."

"Hey Spence. How's your first day going so far?"

"Pretty nerve-wracking, but so far so good. The students I've met so far seem nice. You?"

"So amazingly great." Aria has always been one of the most bubbly people she's ever known, but today her chipperness was in overdrive. "What I love most about teaching art is that it's an elective, so all the students actually want to be there. There is so much talent here, some of these kids could give me a run for my money. I think it's impossible for me to be more excited. Is that all you're gonna eat?"

"Whoa Aria, want to spend some time actually breathing? You do know that it's an essential human function, right? Here I'll show you, first you inhale, then you exhale, it's rather easy, see." Dramatically, she demonstrated breathing.

"Very funny asshole." Aria said under her breath but couldn't help but laugh. She began scanning the cafeteria. "This place is so much different from Friends Central. I would have died ten times over if I had to eat lunch with my teachers in the same room."

"I know, but it's just as nice. Rosewood is a very progressive school, they want the student body to interact with the staff in a mature way. I'm loving it."

"Speaking of loving your job, are your parents finally okay with you being a teacher instead of a lawyer, now that we've graduated and have jobs and all?"

"Not in the slightest." Spencer said with a wide smile and a tiny chuckle. Her parents, who are partners at their own law firm, wanted both their daughters to join the family business, but she had other plans.

"You're parents are really something else. They hated that you choose sports over the debate team, they hated your first boyfriend, they hated your first girlfriend, they hated you going to USC instead of Harvard. Will they ever like anything you do?"

"If they aren't choosing it themselves, then I'd say no." Spencer could care less what her parents loved or hated about her life, she danced to the beat of her own drum.