Discovering Spencer

3. Homeroom

There was an undeniable glint in Quinn's icy blue eyes. They were so beautiful I lost all urge to do any physical harm to her face.

"So what's up?" She asked.

"Nothing much," I replied, looking down at her shoes. They really were high.

Her next topic of course was the inevitable, "I like your hair," she said.

"Thanks," I said. I didn't want to return the compliment, although I do like her hair short like this and the colors reminded me of cotton candy.

"Very nice," She scrolled her eyes at me going up and down as if she's searching for something. "I didn't think blonde would look so good on you.

"I didn't either," I ran my fingers through it to show off a little.

"When'd you do it?"

"Last night," I said. Crap! I shouldn't have said last night, now she was going to think I did it last minute to impress people which was completely false.

"Well it looks really good on you," she smiled. "You look hot and very becoming as my grandma would say."

There was a slight breeze in the air playing and flirting with the tips of her hair. She looked really pretty, even if she's got a nose ring.

"So um where you headed?

"Um.... I'm um," I was stuttering. "I was....um....."

While I tried to think of something to say to her I felt a pair of hands looped around my shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was Emily Montgomery, one of the girls whom I was kinda sorta friends with. She was smiling but she looked perplexed.

"I didn't recognize you," she said in her cute high pitched voice. "You're blonde." She made it sound like I was diseased or something.

"Yup I'm blonde," I said trying to sound like a stereotypical blonde from the Valley. There should be a manual that comes with the box on how to act after dying your hair because I'm too smart for this hair color.

"You don't look half bad," She said.

I couldn't even get a full compliment out of her. I think she really hates it. I saw Quinn squirming away as Emily and I talked.

"I'll see you later Bennett," She said with a small wave. That made it about seven conversations I've had with her in total. I watched her skip away in the roundabout probably heading to the courtyard.

"When did you and Quinn become buddy, buddy?" Emily asked her lips curling in disgust. None of the girls in the group I used to hang out with liked Quinn. Chloe made her out to be this freak that if we ever get close to her with we might catch whatever freaky thing she has in her system. Well Chloe and I aren't friends anymore so I can hang out with whoever I want.

"We're not buddy, buddy," I told her. "I ran into last week at CVS and she was helping me because she works there."

"Did she help you pick out this color?" Emily lifted a few strands of my hair making a disgusting face.

"No I picked it out on my own."

"Oh," was all she said? Does she think that I was completely incapable of choosing a hair color? That was the problem with them, they never thought I was bold enough to do anything without Chloe and whenever I did do something bold they always made a big deal out of it. We stood there in silence for a few minutes as people walk by us in loud bunches.

"So um are you okay?" she asked sounding concerned. "I mean.... about the whole Chloe thing."

I nodded, "I will be," I lied.