My Ghost and I

Chapter 5

Spencer fell over the ledge, screaming for more reasons than she could comprehend at the moment. All she knew was that she was about to die the worst possible death. Dramatic, yes, but pathetic.

Except, she didn't die.

Just when her body was going to violently crash into the pool, a pair of transparent arms caught her bridal-style. The arms belonged to the transparent boy she saw just moments earlier. They locked eyes for a split second before he let go of the flustered girl, causing her to scream again before falling into the pool.

Spencer swam to the surface and spit out water, the chlorine smell making her head spin. She swam to the edge of the pool, lifted herself onto the ground, and sat with her arms around her legs, too shaken to make any sound.

The ghost floated beside her for a moment, wondering when she was gonna-

Oh, she did. She snapped.

"Why the FUCK did you let me go?! And after you FUCKING save me!"

"Aw, c'mon, it's not entirely my fault! You got soda all over my shirt!"

Spencer whipped her head toward the ghost, her eyes squinting into the scariest glare the boy-man-dude had ever remembered receiving.

"The SODA on my JACKET dried UP-and then you had to go and DROP ME in the FUCKING POOL, causing me to be even WETTER than I was on the FREAKING BUS!"

"Woah, woah, woah, I didn't-," he tried to defend himself, but the glare Spencer was giving him silenced him. Her eyes were angry, daring him to challenge her. He only shrugged and looked down at his shoes while his hands were in his pockets.

It was then that she realized that she was conversing with a dead guy, and she began to scream once again. The ghost covered his ears with his hands, shutting his eyes tight from surprise. Something inside of him snapped, and he held up his hand in annoyance.

"Okay, before you scream again, I just want you to know that, ya know, you don't have to SCREAM."

This didn't stop Spencer from screaming again, leaving the see-through man to groan.

Spencer, however, wasn't scared.

She was THRILLED.

"OHMYGOSH I'M TALKING TO AN ACTUAL GHOST AHHHH!," Spencer hopped up and down, shaking her fists excitedly.

"Wait, what?"

"You're a ghost! An ACTUAL ghost! A ghost who's REAL! And...and I can SEE you! And you talk!," Spencer couldn't believe it. Here she was, living one of her supernatural dreams. Sure, this guy was no zombie, but that didn't make him any less fantastic!

The ghost was at a loss for words.

"Uh...don't you know who I am?"

Spencer couldn't recall meeting him anywhere before. He was a GHOST! Recalling his words, a light bulb suddenly switched off in her head. She walked up to the ghost, closer to his face than was acceptable. Not that he minded. Much.

"DUDE, YOU'RE the master prankster, aren't you?!"

"The one and only!," he responded smugly, even though he had no idea what she was talking about, but decided to own it since, ya know, he was the master.

"OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, and YOU'RE the one who went all crazy with the bus, huh?!," she asked, eager to find out if he was her savior.

Still smug, he leaned back into the air, inspecting his nails. "Yeah, I was."