Oh Please

chapter one

*picture of Spencer and Tracy*

So you know that one guy at school that everyone adores? You know, the guy that any girl would be okay with getting stuck in a room together forever with. The guy that always gets picked first in gym. The teachers favorite student for no reason. Well that "one guy" at my school is the one and only Spencer Tanton. How to describe Spencer Tanton. Well, he's 6 feet tall, captain of the football team, and some would say drop dead gorgeous. He has dark brown hair and hazel eyes, he just resently started to grow stubble, oh and let's not forget his smile that could make any girl melt into a puddle of hormonal flesh.

Well anyone besides me, Tracy Souza. Almost everyone in the universe thinks that we would be the most perfect couple of all time. I mean, if you were to just look at us, yeah sure, we would look cute. I have dark brown hair, light brown eyes, tan skin, and the grand height of 5'3". So yes, we would look good together, but we couldn't get along if our lives depended on it.

Okay well that's not true. I actually kind of like my life, so if I had to I would try my very best to get along with the demonic pretty boy that is Spencer Tanton.

Now don't go off thinking Oh Tracy is such a snobby little brat who hates people for no reason. Trust me, I have a reason. What's that? You want to know why I hate Spencer Tanton's guts and then some more? Alright random people reading this entry of my life, gather around because it's story time.

Once upon a time, there was a little latina girl (that's me if you didn't catch on to that) with no friends, for she had just moved from somewhere that is none of your buisness. That day, little Tracy was coloring a picture of a butterfly. Then a little boy with hazel eyes (aka spawn of satin with a pretty face/ Spencer) came over and took her box of crayons and sat on the other side of the table. Being the little bag of flesh made purely of sass she was, she walked right up to him, slapped him on the back of the head, and sat back down, but this time she sat next to him. He gave her a look and then smiled, she did the same. Guess what happened, BOOM! best friends made. Spencer and Tracy were best friends from first grade all the way up to their freshman year. Now believe it or not, I actually had some sort of crush on the dimwit I called my best friend. Okay now this is the sad part, I hope you brought tissues.

Hormones came into Spencers life, along with girls, girls, and more girls. This one girl he dated, Nikki Skreed, was really jealous of me so she pulled the her or me card. Guess what he did. He picked the barbie doll with an extra layer of skin made of make-up that he dumped a week later over his supposed best friend.

That's why I hate him, he keeps on picking trashy girls that he barely cares about.

If it weren't for my four best friends in the whole universe, I'd probably be a stuck up, snobby cheerleader with nothing better to do then gossip, and cry over Spencer.

Parker Letheo. That's pronounced (le•thay•o) get it? Good. She's my 5'9" lacrosse player with the most perfect blonde hair and green eyes ever. In other words, she's hot and is somehow single. That's right boys, Parker Anne Letheo is single. Well anyway, she's one of the smartest of my friends, if not the smartest.

Hannah Tanner. This little blue haired punk is an intimidating munchkin. She is exactly 5 feet tall yet just about the entire state of California is scared of her. She has black eyes that I fear can look into my soul, and a tiny cleft in her chin or as some would say a butt chin, and let's not forget that she is intense. Take a second and think of the most heavy metal - screamo you can think of, well that my dear friends is a lullaby for her.

Maci Trane. She's a red head, cheerleader, I think a grain of sand has a higher IQ then her, and she's crazy rich. We didn't take her into our group of misfits because of that though. We didn't even know of her wealth until like a year ago when she showed up to school in a silver farari with her name bedazzled on the side with pink diamonds.