You were the bane of her existence, truly. Whenever Spencer would win an award, you would also win it. If she came in second, you were in first. When Spencer got a 99 on a test, you'd get a 100. You aggravated her to no end. By the beginning of Junior Year, Spencer was so done with it. She was tired of being second best, and Hastings are never second best, it's not in her blood. She always wins; and she won't let you get the best of her. As Spencer watches you present in English class, she couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes at it. Hers was clearly better. As you walk back to your seat, she whispers loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for everyone else to, "You're slipping, that was so sub par,"

Her brown eyes were on you the whole time she presented, almost trying to intimidate you. As she walks back to her seat, she smirks at you, her brown curls flipping around as she takes her seat.