Yeah. Just one note and I’m done. That’s all I need. Just a few sentences. I’ll simply stick it in her locker. Still thinking about my idea last night, I stare at the book I’m supposed to be reading. All the words seem to blend together. Mostly because I’m to focused on Spencer in front of me. God, she’s so beautiful.

"Ashley. Read." Mr. Dollen commands from his desk. I roll my eyes and the bell rings.

Yes. Off to my last period. With Spencer of course. Surprisingly we have just about every class together, except for like two. Which might I say, is quite an advantage because I don’t spend the day searching for her in the crowded halls. Slowly making my way out of class, I stop at my locker, switch out my books and go straight to class. As I walk in, I notice Spencer turned around talking to Aiden. That doosh bag. I swear he’s always flirting with her. She giggles and I struggle to walk past her without showing interest. Great, not only is Brittney all up on her, Aiden is too. Who could blame them. She’s a hottie.

I take my seat just as the bell rings. Mrs. Jones starts talking immediately. Blah, blah, blah. I don’t care. Slightly turning my head, I look at Spencer. Her head is resting on her palm as her elbow is propped up on the desk. I have the perfect view of her. We’re across the room from each other, but I can see her just fine. I think that’s why this is my favorite class. Awesome. We’re taking notes! Pst, yeah really awesome.

Copying down what I had to, I direct my attention back to Spencer. She’s watching the Mrs. Jones yet again. I admire her, like I always do, having my head slightly turned towards the teacher so I’m not too obvious. She leans back in her chair and turns her head in my direction catching my gaze. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I’ve been caught. I slowly avert my eyes to Mrs. Jones trying to make believe as if I wasn’t stairing at her. My heart’s beating a million miles an hour. Waiting a minute, I look back towards her. Again, her focus is on the teacher. Thank god.

"So…. what’s up with Spencer?" Madison nudges me.

"Nothing."

"Oh come on. You two have a bunch of classes together. You’re telling me you never interact?"

Adjusting myself on the hood of my car, I answer her. "We do sometimes."

"Mhm. Ok. Sure."

"Madds…"

"No really. I believe you." I raise my eyebrow. "She’s friends with almost everyone. I can see how she wouldn’t talk to you. It’s not like your one of her best friends."

"Well, thank you for reminding me." Sarcasim is dripping from every word.

A small smile forms at the edge of Madisons mouth. "I’m sorry. I really am." She says sincerly, while earning a head tilt from me.

"For what?"

"Spencer."

"What do you mean?"

"It’s horrible wanting someone that seems so impossible for you to ever be with."

"It’s ok. I’ve learned to deal with it."

"I don’t know how you do it, Ash."

"Neither do I." I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood and succed. "But, I’d rather have her as a friend than nothing, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. Believe me I know."