Spencer liked you. He liked you a lot. He'd never admit to that though. You're popular and way out of his league. You probably didn't know who he was. And if you did, you didn't give a damn about him...or at least that's what he thought until you sat right next to him in art class.

"What do you want?" He asks without even looking up from his sketch book.

You were so...normal. He found it almost upsetting. You were just a normal person with friends who did normal things. He couldn't relate. He had skeletons in his closet; literally in some cases. . . but you didn't have to know that.