A/N: Another Friday, another chapter.

A Date, and the Sports Equipment Room

The next morning at school Lauren was telling our other best friend Danielle that she liked Spencer; to my surprise Danielle wasn't fazed.

"Oh, I thought so." She said without much interest at all.

"You did?" Lauren asked confused.

"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago I noticed that you looked at him differently and couldn't stop smiling whenever he talked to you. Or looked at you. Or was in the same room as you." She said looking through her bag as if it was no big deal.

"Oh, okay."Lauren replied and continued to eat her lunch.

"Wait." Was I the only one that was surprised? I guessed so. "So you realized Lauren had a crush on," I looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Spencer," I whispered. "The most popular guy at school, as well as the biggest jerk I know, and you never said anything to any of us?" I was surprised she had noticed, I certainly hadn't, I was also a little upset she hadn't said anything to me about it.

"Well yeah, I figured that if Lauren wanted to tell us she would and I decided not to say anything to you in case she didn't want us to know." I looked at Danielle surprised; I hadn't expected that answer and that probably would have never even crossed my mind if I had been the one that had seen Lauren liked Spencer. I realized Danielle could be an amazing friend.

"Thanks." Lauren smiled at her.

"No prob hun." Danielle smiled back. The bell rang so we all quickly said goodbye and raced off to our classes.

It just so happened that I had music first and Spencer was in my class. I still wasn't sure how I was going to go about trying to get Lauren and him together.

I sat down in one of the front desks at the front of the class, as I did I saw Spencer walk into the class room. The room suddenly erupted into giggles and girls squealing. I just rolled my eyes and ignored him as he walked passed and sat at the back of the room with a bunch of his friends.

I could hear whispers from all the girls sitting around me.

"O.M.G! Isn't he just fiiiiine. I just want to wrap him up and take him home with me!"

"He makes my heart race, I wish he noticed me."

"God, he is just a sexy beast! Look at those biceps! I would die to have him hold me, any day!"

"I'm going to go talk to him!" I heard one girl say as she got up. I turned my head and noticed it was Fiona, the president of the maths club. Her brown hair was tied in a high ponytail and her glasses sat perfectly on her nose. She was a really nice girl and she had helped me out numerous times when I was on the brink of failing maths. Yes I know, I'm a nerd that loves to read books yet I suck at maths, how ironic right? I never really had done anything in exchange for her help though so I felt a little indebted to her.

She shyly walked to the back of the room to where Spencer was sitting, he was reading a book which made me raise my eyebrow; I hardly ever saw him doing an activity such as reading. His friends were all joking and laughing loudly, I had a bad feeling.

"H-hi Spencer," I heard Fiona squeak. Spencer's friends looked up and noticed little Fiona standing in front of his desk. They immediately took interest which I knew wouldn't be a good thing. Spencer looked up casually from his book.

"Hi." He said before continuing to read his book.

"Uhmm," Fiona fidgeted with her hands. "How was your weekend?" Spencer's friends started laughing and whispering to each other behind their hands.

"My weekend was good, thank you," Spencer replied. I realized he was being polite, nothing like what his friends were doing. "How was yours Fiona?" Fiona looked shocked that he knew her name.

"M-Mine, w-was good th-thank you." She smiled and blushed.

"Oooh! Fiona's blushing!" One of Spencer's friends yelled out.

"Oh la la! Fiona like's Spencer!" Another chanted, everyone started laughing, I saw Fiona's face go bright red. I got extremely pissed at how immature they were being.

I stood up and started walking down the row of desks to where she was standing.

"Little Fiona the Maths geek thinks she has a chance with Spencer the Captain of the soccer team! Yeah right. Get a life Fiona!" Someone else said. The whole class erupted in laughter again.

Just as I got to Fiona Spencer stood up and turned around.

"Excuse me guys," He said with a controlled, deep tone. I knew immediately he was trying to hold in his anger. He talked to me like that quite often... "When did you think someone as nice and smart as Fiona wouldn't have a chance with me? What makes you think that?" Everyone went quite, including me. All of the insults I had been prepared to yell dissipated on my tongue. Spencer is standing up for Fiona? That boy continued to surprise me lately.

"Uhh..." Was all the guy could say.

"Well?" The guy didn't answer. "I don't know when you all decided that we were all too good for anyone else, but you're all wrong. Fiona happens to be an amazing girl; she's smart, talented and has a bright future ahead. Much more than half of what you guys have." He managed to sound civilised rather than slinging an insult in their face.

"Well, I, uh... didn't think you would be... uhh... interested in a girl like that..." The guy finally said.

"'Girl like that'?" I suddenly said. I couldn't keep quiet, I still had all this anger bubbling inside of me. They all turned around to face me. "'Girl like that'?" I said louder. I couldn't let this go. "Please, do explain to me in which category you have placed Fiona? Because I'm pretty sure that you are placed in a lower category, I bet you can't even work out what 12 x 13 is!" The guy looked confused. He was trying to figure out the answer. "Fiona is an amazing girl, she's willing to help out anyone who is kind enough to ask her and she has many talents in which hardly anyone knows about." Spencer had a distant look on his face. "So don't you dare go teasing her for something you don't even know about!" Everyone in the class was staring at me but I didn't care, I was used to things like this, the amount of times Spencer had embarrassed me was countless and it was usually in front of a larger audience. "Worked out what 12 x 13 is, yet?"

"Ahh... 100?" Everyone in the class started laughing. I smiled and turned to Fiona.

"Would you like to answer, or should I?" She looked at me with an expression of thanks but she was too embarrassed to say anything. She just nodded her head. "Okay," I turned back to the guy who was scratching his head still trying to figure out the answer. "It's 156. You're failing maths class aren't you?" He didn't say anything. "I suggest you pull your head out of your ass and stop treating others like they're the dirt you walk on, especially the people that can help you. Like Fiona." I turned around again and smiled at Fiona. "Don't worry about jack arses like these, these people aren't the people that matter in life, it's amazing people like you that matter Fiona." She nodded her head meekly. "Come on, let's go sit down," I started to walk away.

"Fiona!" Spencer called out. Once again everyone in the class went silent. Fiona turned around slowly her face turning a slight pink once again.

"Would you like to have lunch together today?" Spencer looked completely sincere I realized he actually meant it. I found my mouth was open. Fiona looked shocked.

"Wh-what?" She asked, her voice barely coming out.

"I'm very serious Fiona, I would like to have lunch with you today," He smiled. For a split second I thought he looked handsome; his brown hair resting around his eyes, his strong square jaw, and biceps. Then I snapped out of it and remembered just what kind of a guy he usually was.

I heard the girls in the class gasp; I hoped she wouldn't get teased for this. I was surprised he would even look at Fiona like that, but not because of Fiona, because of the way he was, the way he acted and thought. I never thought he would think differently to his friends.

"O-okay," Fiona stammered out. It was apparent that she was in shock also.

"Great," Spencer smiled. "You have maths before lunch don't you? I'll pick you up from your class."

"O-okay," Fiona said again. The teacher interrupted any more conversation that might've occurred.

"Right class! Let's get started on music!" She yelled to get everyone's attention. I led a shocked Fiona back to her seat and then sat at mine. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through Spencer's head.

The teacher, Miss. Temple, started rambling on about our big assignment that we were going to start that week. I knew that it was a paired musical performance as well as a report on how the pair worked together. I had been hoping to be paired with Lisa, she was an amazing vocalist. I played the piano and I really wanted to do a duet with her.

I looked across the room to find her looking excitedly at the teacher. She was a cute little thing, she got excited over everything. She was also pretty with her long dark brown hair, small face and brown eyes. She usually had a high voice, laughed a lot and was the type of person that wasn't serious very often. But when she sang her voice resonated within your soul. It touched your heart. She sang from her heart and wasn't afraid to let the emotions shine through. She would always leave the audience completely silent with amazement, every time. I would love to do a duet it with her, I knew it would be amazing. I sighed and looked back at Miss. Temple.

Spencer has been acting weird lately. First he skipped a whole day of classes to help Lauren – someone he hardly knows – to write a report, and now he stands up to his friends and the class for Fiona, a maths genius, and even asks her out on a date right in front of the class! I slightly turned my head to the back of the room; Spencer was looking at me with his normal blank expression on. I couldn't make out what he was thinking. I could never make out what he was thinking though. He better not be regretting asking Fiona out on a date! I thought angrily.

"Ashleigh!" Miss Temple suddenly barked. I nearly jumped out of my seat with fright.

"Yes?" I squeaked looking up at her as she stood next to my desk.

"Please listen," She handed me a booklet. "You and Spencer will be paired together for the music assessment."

"What?" I said shocked.

"I said, you and Spe-"

"I heard what you said Miss. Temple,"

"Then why ask?"

"I was meaning, why are you putting Spencer and I tog-"

"Because I know you two will work well, the Violin and Piano sound great together when played right and you two are at around each other's level." She said cutting me off.

"Well why don't you-"

"Because Ashleigh, I paired you two up. Now stop arguing with me, I expect your and Spencer's assessment to be fantastic." She leaned in. "Put your personal feelings aside and do the work professionally." She said quietly. I knew no one else heard her say that.

"But-"

"Ashleigh!" She said crossly. I knew she wasn't going to change her mind.

"Fine!" I said annoyed. Miss Temple just rolled her eyes and moved on. Damn it! How did this happen? I sighed inwardly. I had really, really, really wanted to work with Lisa! I guess I'll be able to put in a good word for Lauren without it seeming suspicious now though. I begrudgingly realised. I glanced back at Spencer again to see him smirking at me. I gave him the evils which made him laugh. I turned around to the front and ignored him for the rest of the class.

In English Lauren and I sat at the back, I really needed to tell her about what happened with Fiona and Spencer so she didn't get upset.

"Ash, why are we sitting at the back of the class? We never sit here." Lauren looked suspicious.

"A first time for everything I guess," I smiled trying to not look guilty. Lauren shrugged her shoulders. "Lauren, have you heard what happened in Music yet?" I asked her delicately. Everyone was doing their work while Mr. Tremone, our English teacher, worked on something at his desk. He didn't notice we were talking, good.

"No." She said as she got her books out. "Why? What happened?"

"Okay," I got ready to tell the story. "Before I start I just want you to know that I don't think it's going to go anywhere, it's just a bit odd on his behalf."

"Who are you talking about?" Lauren said confused.

"Spencer." When I said his name her face lightened up and she started smiling.

"Oooh, right. So... have you... been able to say anything yet?" She asked a little shyly.

"Ahh... not quite yet..." I was getting a little nervous with telling her that Spencer had a lunch date with Fiona. "But there is something I need to explain to you, please don't get upset though."

"What? What is it?" She looked worried.

"Well, Spencer asked Fiona out on a lunch date." I said quickly.

"What!" She said loudly.

"Shh! Let me finish." I quietened her looking around to see if the teacher noticed, he was currently talking to another student and thankfully hadn't heard Lauren's outburst.

"Fiona? As in the president of the maths club?"

"Yes." I nodded. Lauren looked shocked.

"But... but... he's Spencer! The Captain of the soccer team! I never thought... he would like someone like her..." I could tell she was getting upset. I ignored her judgment because I knew what she meant. It wasn't Fiona it was Spencer that confused us. "What about me? You were supposed to help me!" She looked at me pleadingly.

"Wait! Wait! Let me finish! Please! Don't get upset! I honestly think that their 'date' is more to do with being friends, and maybe proving a point. Just let me finish." Lauren looked at me then nodded her head.

So during class I told her what happened in music. After I had explained about the argument and Spencer asking out Fiona she still looked upset, so I added in that Spencer and I had to work together on our huge music assessment. After I explained that it was a good way that I could mention her to him without looking suspicious she cheered up a little.

"Okay, so while you two work on your assessment you could casually mention me a few times." Lauren said a spark of excitement in her voice. I nodded hoping it would work and I wouldn't let her down.

"Yes, and I was thinking that maybe I could suggest the idea of having someone to critique us and give us feedback, and then I could put your name forward. You already know a bit about piano and violin since your mum plays them." Lauren started nodding her head excitedly.

"Yes! That's a brilliant idea!" She was grinning to herself and I knew what she was thinking. I scrunched up my nose in disgust.

"I was also thinking a few other things but I'll explain those to you later." I quickly whispered as Mr. Tremone walked in our direction.

"Miss. Gregory! Miss Raywin! Please, do fill me in the conversation that you two seem to be having instead of doing the work that I have set out for you?" Lauren and I looked at each other. We didn't dare say a word. "Well then, it looks like I'm going to have to give you two after school detentions!"

"Uh, Mr. Tremone, Lauren and I were discuss-"

"Be quiet Miss. Gregory," He said cutting me off. "I'm not in the mood to hear whatever excuse you come up with. You will be helping out the Soccer team after school tonight as your detention."

"What! Why the soccer team? Couldn't I help out the... volley ball team?" I protested. I did not want to work with the Soccer team! I knew Spencer would mock me the whole practice or tease me and embarrass me.

"You are going to help out the soccer team because their runner is off sick for the week, so to save them the hassle of chasing after their soccer balls while practicing, you will do it." My mouth dropped. He expects me to run after soccer balls? Are you kidding me! "And you Miss. Raywin," He said to Lauren. "Will help out the chess club, they are cleaning all their boards and pieces after school. I believe they need the extra help."

"Mr. Tremone, you see, I hurt my back badly over the weekend," I tried desperately to get out of doing detention with the soccer team. "So I couldn't possibly run after soccer balls. Maybe we should swap detentions? Lauren will be the runner for the soccer team and I'll help the chess club." I tried to persuade him, I knew Lauren would love any chance to get closer to Spencer without scaring him off. And sure enough, Lauren tried.

"Oh yes! Ashleigh really hurt her back; I'm really concerned about it. She's been in pain all day! I don't mind swapping detentions sir." She said a little too enthusiastic.

Mr. Tremone raised his eyebrow and looked at us both.

"I'm sorry girls but I believe that you are both talking utter bull. You both have detention for the rest of the week!" My mouth dropped open.

"What!" A whole week?

"Miss. Gregory you will help out the soccer team every night for the rest of the week, and Miss. Raywin you will adhere to whatever the chess club would like you to do this week." I was about to say something when he cut me off. "No arguing Miss. Gregory or I'll double your week's worth of detention!" I quickly shut my mouth and looked at my work, as did Lauren.

Mr. Tremone walked away sighing under his breath. Lauren and I didn't say another word for the rest of the class for fear of adding to our week's worth of detention.

After my Biology and Geography classes I met up with Danielle outside the library.

"Hey!" Danielle smiled walking over to me and sitting on the bench nest to me.

"Heyyy! How was writing class?" I grinned. Danielle was an aspiring writer; she was in the writing and journalism clubs as well as being one of the head journalists for the school newspaper.

"It was great! I still have so much fun in that class even though I feel swamped down with work from journalism club and the school news paper." She smiled fondly.

"Well at least you're doing what you love!" I playfully pushed her.

"Of course! What about you? Have you asked to be a librarian yet?" Danielle said looking over her shoulder at the library.

"Not yet, we only started back at school a few weeks ago!" I was way too nervous to just outright ask the librarian if I could work there.

"Yeah! That's plenty of time to go in and ask." Danielle started laughing. Okay, so maybe it was. Still...

"Okay, okay, you know I'm a bit shy when it comes to things like this." I confessed, blushing.

"It's alright, I know you'll be able to get a place, you practically live in the library! Always reading! You know where all the books are. I bet you've read nearly all the books in there!" Danielle smiled. I laughed.

"Not quite, half of them I don't understand. They're in different languages." We both giggled.

"Oh, I heard about your and Laurens detentions,"

"Yeah... I can't believe it! The soccer team! Just my luck." I rolled my eyes.

"A chance to get fit I guess..." Danielle tried to cheer me up. I just laughed.

"Or die. Do you know how out of shape I am?" She laughed.

"Hey girls!" Lauren said jogging over from her Latin class.

"Hey!" Danielle and I chorused.

"How about we go get some food?" Lauren suggested. "I'm starving!" Lauren seemed a lot happier than she was when she left English, I was glad for that.

"Great idea Laur!" Danielle agreed. So we all made our way over to the cafeteria.

When we got there and got our food we started chatting about our day so far. Danielle was in the middle of telling us what happened in her French class when someone told the teacher to 'Piss off' in French, when she stopped talking in the middle of her sentence.

"What? Go on! What did the teacher do?" Lauren asked impatiently. It was as if Danielle didn't even hear her. She was transfixed on something behind us.

"What?" I asked. She didn't reply so I turned around to see what she was staring at.

When I turned around I immediately saw Spencer and Fiona sitting down at a table. Nearly the whole of the cafeteria was watching them. They were talking animatedly with each other which made me wonder what they could be talking about.

"Interesting." Danielle finally said and continued to eat her food.

"Yeah, I was shocked to." Lauren said as she watched them. Spencer was now giving Fiona his drink as she didn't have one, she was blushing and was trying to decline the offer but he was very convincing.

"Shocked?" Danielle looked at Lauren confused. "About what?"

"Their date." She said.

"D-date?" Danielle looked shocked. "Spencer Hastings is on a date with Fiona McYoung!"

"Yeah." Lauren nodded.

"H-huh?" I realised she must not have heard what had happened that morning.

"Oh, have you not heard?" I asked.

"Heard about what?" She asked.

"Uh, music? This morning?"

"No. What about music this morning?" I quickly told her everything about what happened that morning. After I finished explaining Danielle was calmly eating her lunch as if she had never been so shocked.

"Oooh, okay. I see."

"Yes, I still think he's a jerk though." I added in.

"Why?" Lauren said annoyed. I knew she was probably getting angrier at me every time I said something mean about him. I guessed I would have to tone it down since she liked him and all.

"Because! I know that he's only on a date with her to prove a point!" I tried to make her understand.

"But the point is that he thinks people should stop thinking he's some untouchable God!" Lauren protested.

"Yeah, but he's just playing with her feelings! I think she genuinely likes him!" I retorted.

"Well, maybe he made that clear at the beginning of their date!" I knew it would be pointless to continue arguing with her.

"Okay... whatever." I finished eating my sandwich. Lauren rolled her eyes and started her pudding.

"Oh shoot! I'm going to be late for my writing club meeting." Danielle quickly got up and started shoving her things into her bag. "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, def." Lauren smiled.

"See you!" I waved as she left the table, she smiled and waved back but I thought she looked a little upset.

"Look Ash," Lauren said seriously. "I know you don't like Spencer alright, but that doesn't mean that he isn't a good guy." I raised my eyebrow and fought the urge to crack up laughing, I knew that would hurt her, she was completely serious.

"Look, I think we should agree to disagree when it comes to Spencer, alright? I don't want to get in anymore arguments over him. So I promise I'll try and keep my mouth shut when I have the urge to bad mouth him." Lauren looked at me for a while and then sighed.

"Alright." She said defeated. "But... that doesn't mean your going to stop... helping me? Right?"

"Oh no don't worry about that! I promised you I would help you and I'm not going to break that." I smiled.

"Thank you," She said getting up from her seat and walking over to me. "You're a great friend you know." She hugged me.

"I know hun." I hugged back.

We chatted away for the rest of lunch. When it was time to go to our next classes we said goodbye.

"Ugh, good luck for your detention of cleaning chess pieces after school! Lucky." I said rolling my eyes.

"You're the lucky one! You get to watch Spencer run around-"

"Like I would want to do that!" I interrupted Lauren. She started laughing.

"Well I would," She giggled.

"I know." I said flatly. "That's why I tried to swap, but I ended up making it even worse."

"It's alright, maybe you'll start to understand him a little more when you watch him play?"

"Ha! I doubt it Laur, I think you're a bit too optimistic here." She laughed.

"Okay, okay, just putting it out there. Anyway I'll see you tomorrow. Good luck!"

"You too!"

After school I sulkily made my way across to the soccer field. When I got there I saw the team coming out of the changing rooms, Spencer was already on the field. I guessed I had to speak to him since he was the captain and all.

"Uhh... hi..." I felt awkward standing there. He turned around to see who had spoken to him. When he saw me he raised his eyebrow.

"I... uhh... have been given a detention to be the soccer team's runner for the week..." I swear his eyebrow shot even higher.

"Have you now?"

"Yes." I handed him the slip with my detention on it. He read then gave it back to me.

"Right, well go put your things on the bleachers, Fred will look after them. He's the guy with the orange jumper on. Then come back here and I'll explain what I would like you to do." He said it very professionally that I didn't want to make any sort of smart remark. I knew he took soccer seriously, but to completely change his persona? That was crazy.

I did as I was told without another word.

"Right, we warm up for the first twenty minutes, I would like you to stand quite a way behind the soccer post and retrieve any balls that miss the goal." He told me when I had returned.

"Alright," was all I replied as I trudged off to other side of the goal.

For the following three hours I found myself running around the field retrieving soccer balls, it showed how quite unfit I was. By the end of it I was sure they were missing the goal on purpose. I decided to express this opinion to Spencer.

"All I'm saying is that everyone seemed to be missing the goal a lot more than usual near the end!" I said on the brink of raising my voice.

"Usual? So you've watched the Soccer team practice before?" He sounded quite smug when he asked.

"Yes." I said with no hint of embarrassment or trying to cover it up. Spencer halted for a second by then regained his composure. "And I'm sure as hell they only missed three times in the whole of the three hours! Definitely not the thirty two times that I counted today!" Spencer suddenly looked worried.

"I hate to admit it but I think you're right. Well I would like to hope so," I was about to get angry when he continued talking. "Or we seemed to have been slacking lately and that's not good for our pride or our games." I realised he was actually worried about his team's ability and that he hadn't meant to be insulting me. "I'll have to have a talk to them. Thanks for your help, it's a lot easier than having to do it ourselves and it gives us more practice time. That and making you run around a field was amusing." That pissed me off.

"Get a life Spencer!" I said raising my voice.

"I already have one thank you very much,"

"Well grow up and stop being an arse, it's quite annoying."

"Then how would I amuse myself if I stopped trying to annoy you?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe take up another hobby that might teach you something!" He laughed. "How was your date with Fiona?" I changed the subject. He looked at me and once again did that famous eyebrow rise of his.

"And you would like to know because?"

"I would like to know because I like Fiona, she has helped me out a lot. And I don't want her heart being broken by the 'oh so popular' Spencer Hastings just because he was trying to prove a point to everyone, which by the way has probably only made her an even bigger object of bullying. I swear I'll kick your arse to China if I find out that you've lead her on."

"Don't worry, I told her from the beginning I wasn't interested in her as a girlfriend, I would genuinely like to be her friend, she's helped me out a few times as well and I hate it when people tease her," Ha! Yet you love to tease me? I thought angrily. "She was obviously disappointed but she said that she would still love to be friends anyway."

"I'll still kick your arse to China if you I find out you've embarrassed her in some way!" He looked at me as if I were crazy and then started laughing. "I'm not joking Spencer Hastings!" I said as I stormed off to the bleachers.

"Be here fifteen minutes earlier tomorrow!" He yelled after me.

For the rest of the week I juggled classes, assistant class president (ACP) work and soccer practice. I had heard that Spencer had grilled them about Monday afternoon's practice and was now making them practice an extra hour after school as well as every Saturday until they were back in form. Unfortunately for me that meant my detention went for another hour, I was not pleased about that at all. Lauren thought I was lucky, geez I would have swapped with her any day if I had been allowed to.

I had managed to survive the week but I was extremely tired and cranky by Friday afternoon. Another detention with the soccer team was the last thing I wanted.

As I got the soccer balls out of the sports equipment room I overheard some of the team's player's talking.

"- in the head!" One of them said. They all started laughing.

"Oh! That'll be good!" Someone else said.

"And then we can all kick at the same time and bombard her with soccer balls!" A third guy said. They started laughing again.

I figured that they might be talking about me as I was going to be the only girl on the field. I sighed as I prepared myself to tell their captain what I had just heard.

"Spencer," I said quietly as I dumped the bags of balls at his feet.

"Took you long enough didn't it?" He said a little bit angry.

"Yeah well I'm not strong like all you guys and I've had a long week."

"We've all had along week."

"Okay, whatever! I can't be bothered getting into a fight with you right now. I just wanted to tell you that I overheard some of the guys talking. I think they may be planning a prank at the end of practice." Spencer got even angrier.

"They better not be!"

"Well I'm just warning you," I said as I headed off to my position behind the goal.

After four hours of running around after flying soccer balls I had had enough, but Spencer sure as well hadn't. He made the whole team do more drills. I knew he was angry at how much everyone had slipped over the holidays, usually they had practice in the holidays but they hadn't last holiday's because of a vote, which had pissed Spencer off.

The team had been too scared to miss the goal by the end so I was saved from flying soccer balls thank god.

As I was dragging the bag of balls to the equipment room my legs gave out, I was way too exhausted for this type of work, I wasn't very active; I never ran around the field, I was always sitting somewhere reading a book or studying.

Someone picked up one bag easily and helped me up with the other.

"Thanks." I said before I realised it was Spencer. "Oh, it's just you. I take that back."

"Mhmm." he said as he carried the bag over to the room. I picked up my bag and followed him inside. He switched on the light as we walked to the back of the room.

"Here, pass me yours." He said as he put his bag in the cupboard. I raised my eyebrow but passed him my bag anyway.

"What?"

"You would usually make me do it myself, in fact you usually wouldn't even bother helping me." I replied.

"Well, I felt sorry for you because the team has been giving you a hard time."

"Ha! The pity card. Well thanks Spencer." I said flatly as I went to leave the room.

"You are the oddest female I know Ashleigh." Spencer stopped me.

"Many people say that." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah, well I wonder if you continually twist their actions to make it look like they despise you." He said seriously. I laughed.

"There's no twisting needed Spencer." I started to leave again.

"Are you sure about that? Because I'm pretty sure that I don't actually mean to do half the things I end up doing,"

"Like what?" I was getting annoyed again.

"Like the lunch date with Fiona, I had meant it to start off a friendship, then you start spouting nonsense that I was using Fiona to prove a point and I had no interest in her at all!"

"Ugh! Hello! Of course you were using her! You didn't have to ask her out on a date to become friends with her! That's just toying with her feelings; I bet for the rest of that day up until lunch time she was thinking that you liked her and that her fairytale had come true." That silenced Spencer. "Yeah, see?"

"I didn't mean to do that." He said quietly.

"You should probably think more about your actions then." I stormed off to the exit, the door was shut. When I tried to open it I couldn't find the handle. "Huh? How do I open this thing?" I muttered to myself. After a few attempts of pushing I gave up. "Spencer!" I said loudly.

"What!" He sounded annoyed, "What do you want now? I'm sick of talking to you Ashleigh, so do me a favour and go away." He walked out from behind the racks.

"I would love the pleasure of doing that but I can't open the door, you come and do it so then we can both be out of our misery." I snapped back.

"The door's closed?" He asked walking around shelves full of different types of sports balls.

"Yeah!" I said as if he were blind. Spencer walked up to the door and examined it.

"Well isn't this just my lucky day! I get to be stuck in the freaking sports equipment room with you!" He said pissed.

"What? What do you mean?" I hoped it didn't mean what I thought it did.

"The door can only be opened and locked from the outside." He growled. Yep, that's exactly what I thought he would say.

"What! Are you kidding me!" I started to bang on the door. "Hey! Open this door! Let us out!" I started yelling. Spencer started doing the same.

"Hey! Anyone out there? Open up this damn door! Save me from my misery! Please!" I stopped when he yelled the last part to punch his shoulder. "Ow! Damn, do you have to punch so hard?"

"Whatever." I continued to bang on the door.

After ten minutes of yelling and hitting the door we gave up.

"Someone will come here," I said. "The cheerleaders practice later than the soccer team and they always use those mats when they practice."

"They better finish soon then, I don't know how long I'll be able to not kill you while we're in here." I heard Spencer mutter.

"Same goes to you! Jerk!" He just rolled his eyes and sat against the wall. I did the same, except under the shelves of sports balls since that was the furthest I could get away from him.

After five minutes of sitting there it dawned on me that this may be the perfect time to mention Lauren. Oh what I do for best friends! I sighed in my head.

"You know what confuses the hell out of my Spencer?" I said annoyed.

"Oh God!" Spencer rolled his eyes. "I don't care, but I guess you're going to tell me anyway?"

"The way you've been acting lately," He raised his eyebrow clearly not knowing what I was talking about. "Lauren told me about you helping her re-write her report."

"And how does that confuse you?" He said smartly.

"Oh come on! You were the one that used to rip up my reports and make me re-do them, just because it was 'funny'! Now you're helping people write reports?" I shook my head. "You confuse me Spencer. It's just another point to prove how much you do hate me."

"Ashleigh-"

"Or," I cut him off. "Is it something else?" I stood up and moved forward. "Hmm?" He stood up.

"What are you talking about?" He was clearly annoyed again.

"Well, Lauren is very beautiful, and smart, as well as talented."

"Are you suggesting-"

"Maybe," I cut him off. "Why not? Are you too good for her?" I knew that would piss him off. Well it worked, his face dropped and he suddenly stormed forward.

"Would you stop making false accusations about me?" He yelled. I stepped back in fright; I hadn't expected that much of a reaction. He moved closer. "I'm not one of those guys that put himself above everyone else!" I laughed at that. "I don't think I'm better than anyone else!" I stepped back again. He could be really frightening when he was truly angry. "So would you STOP spouting all this bullshit about me?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Bullshit?" I yelled back. "It's not bullshit Spencer! You used to be the bad ass of the school! Remember when you used to make people hide in the toilets because they were scared of bumping into you?" His face dropped. "Remember when you used to make people give you their lunch money! Or when you did pranks on the teachers. You've been suspended so many times in the past five years that it's a wonder you haven't been expelled yet!"

"That was a rough time..." He said quietly. I didn't know what he meant but I didn't really feel like hearing about it.

"So you decided to bully everyone!" I shouted even louder. Spencer suddenly shoved my shoulders hard up against the shelves of sports balls.

"Shut up!" He looked like he was going to throw me across the room. "Just shut up!" I was actually scared of him, I couldn't talk. He was squeezing my shoulders and they were really starting to hurt.

"O-ow, you're hurting me," I said quietly. His eyes bulged then he let go off my shoulders as if he was realising what he was doing. He walked to the other side of the room.

"Ahh!" He yelled then punched the wall. I jumped in fright. I didn't know what to say; obviously I had hit a raw nerve. "I'm sorry." He said quietly. "I didn't mean to do that, sorry for hurting you." I had no answer. It was weird seeing Spencer - the cool, levelled head, always-have-a-comeback jock - in such a vulnerable state.

"O-okay..." I said quietly. I guessed I should have apologised as well since it was my fault he went over the deep end. I just found it so hard to say those two words to him though. "I-I'm... sorry..." I managed to get out quietly. He turned around and looked at me surprised. "That was my fault, I shouldn't have pushed you..."

"Ashl-"

"Look, I know that I purposefully try and make you snap sometimes but-"

"Ashle-"

"You used to make me snap more than often-"

"Ashleigh!"

"And I hated that I could never get you back, so now I jump at the chance to piss you off because you always used to-"

"Ashleigh! Watch out!" He suddenly grabbed me and dove to the other side of the room. I found myself lying on the floor facing upwards with Spencer lying on top of me. I wasn't exactly sure what had just happened.

Spencer lifted his head and looked at me, his brown eyes sparkling, his face full of concern. His face was so close to mine! For some odd reason my stomach had butterflies.

"Ashleigh..." He whispered. My breath caught in my throat, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. A small smile played across his lips as his eyes travelled down to my lips, he looked at them for a second before he started to lower his face to mine.

Oh my God! I screamed in my head. What is he doing?

A/N: Edited: 28.07.11

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