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Dedication: xDemonsFlowerx for the awesome cover on the side - thank you! It lookes awesome. :) <3

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"What the hell are you doing!?" Imogen groaned, peeping out from underneath the covers of her bed. Currently, it was about an hour earlier then I usually get up. Almost cheerily, I sprang to my feet, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "It's only six!"

"I'm just so excited for another day of school!" I sang out, my voice high-pitched. I threw my hair over my shoulder and battered my eyelashes, feeling like an absolute twit.

She was silent as she blinked at me for a few moments. She was propped up on her elbows, and her flame of blonde hair was like a big pom pom, trailing down the mattress and off the bed, completely.

"You're scaring me."

I rolled my eyes, dropping the 'happy' facade. It was too hard to keep forcing to act like that, when in fact I was feeling the exact opposite. All week, Colin had been dodging me. He had skipped every single English class we've had and if I see him down the hall or at lunch, he won't look me in the eye and conveniently goes the opposite direction.

So today, I'm dolling myself up. I was going to dress like the old Hayley Larson. I snapped my alarm off, the excessive beeping was like a sledge hammer inside my brain, just whacking away non-stop. The sound instantly died and the room was replaced with an eerie silence.

"I'm just getting ready early. Go back to sleep."

"No need to tell me twice," she muttered, dragging her pillow over her face and cocooning herself further into her sheets. I took a moment to silently laugh at her, as she looked like a Mummy from some horror movie.

I turned and went to the bathroom, letting myself have a nice, long, hot shower. The warm water, running down my muscles felt amazing. The water tumbled down my back, unknotting all the clots that had formed in my muscles, during my coma. Taking a deep, I inhaled the steam as it inflated my lungs. I let out a puff, my hot breath hitting the window. To be the immature being that I am, I began to draw some explicit pictures on the shower wall, that would be used for Imogen's entertainment when she enters later on.

I couldn't help laugh at my work of art. She was going to love me for that. I switched the water off and stepped out of the cubicle. I towelled off quickly, before I grabbed my uniform. I slid the mini skirt up my legs and hitched it onto my hips. I yanked my polo shirt over my head so that it settled neatly onto my body. I pulled the skirt up a little, so it showed off my legs more. I then began applying my makeup. I kept the foundation light. I added eyeliner, mascara and a little bit of blush on my cheek bones, to make my face look a little more angular. After smearing a fresh coat of gloss across my lips, I began working on my hair. I left the top half natural and curled the bottom, so that it cascaded in ripples down my back and rested on the edge of my elbows. I began spraying myself with my strong perfume, knowing I smelled pretty damn good. I glanced in the mirror, smiling smugly. I almost missed feeling confident about my appearance. Key word: Almost.

I emerged from the bathroom, just as Imogen was dragging her feet around, looking like a half flesh-eaten Zombie. She paused, gawking at me for a moment.

"Dressing to impress?"

"That is the plan." I said.

"I'd do you if I was a guy."

I snorted. "Thanks Imogen. That's comforting."

She brushed past me and locked herself away in the bathroom. It didn't take long before I heard her burst out laughing, making it evident that she had found the little... message I left her. I collapsed down onto my bed, smirking.

Today was going to be interesting.

Colin's P.O.V:

Avoiding her, has been one of the hardest things I've ever endured through. Did she have to be so damn attractive? I opened up to her way too much at my house and regretted every second of it. I let her in too deep. She knew too much. I could hardly look her in the eye anymore. It took me not to be in her presence to realise that she played me. Tricked me. I told her all about my past and got absolutely nothing in return.

I bet she had that planned the entire time.

Knowing that fact, had me avoiding her like the plague. Today, unfortunately, I would not be able to continue it. A letter was sent home to my step father, informing him that I had been skipping numerous of my English lessons.

Mum rang me up in a state, saying how I had her precious 'Derek' upset. Why the hell was he upset? It was my school life. My life in general. It was none of his business whatsoever. He couldn't even ring and talk to me himself. No, he just pulls the strings behind my mother, whilst she acts like his puppet, doing whatever she needs to please him.

Anger surged through me, just thinking about. My mother's words were still ringing around in my head.

"He's troubled that you're acting out and being a delinquent. It isn't healthy on us... on us as a family."

More like healthy on his well-clipped and maintained reputation. I was practically spitting flames at the moment. Seething, would be sufficient enough to describe my mood. My blood was boiling and I'd already punched the wall in my dorm, leaving a dent that would cost mum and I another fight to fix. Therefore, I'm not telling anyone about that one right now. Hopefully, guards won't come raiding anytime soon and bust me. I just had to hide my bruised hand for a while. Simple enough, I've done it plenty of times.

As I was saying, today would be the last day I could go without speaking or seeing Hayley. I was being forced to attend my English classes, where coincidentally, I was parked right next to her.

Awesome.

I didn't want her to manipulate her way into 'getting to know me' again. Because what did I get in return last time? Not a damn thing, that's what.

Oh and after being dropped off at school, I thought I'd at least get to talk to her once more, before returning back to our regular school days. I wanted to see if she was alright, knowing how much she was dreading coming back and I see her. With Jeremy. Flirting away as if what we had been doing all weekend meant nothing to her.

Which it probably didn't.

I sighed, running my hands through my hair and yanking it. The slight, physical pain felt good, taking me away from my emotional crisis. Today, all I wanted to do was getting smashed out of my brain and hook up with some hottie who I can ditch before midnight, to avoid the awkward small talk and breakfast situation the next day.

But no, precious Derek may get a little upset and chuck a tantrum.

"ARGH!" I cried out, screaming in frustration, projecting my fist, yet again, into the wall. Pain scattered through my hand and spiked up through my arm. I shook it out, gritting my teeth in pain. I was so angry, words couldn't even describe it.

I grabbed my bag, swung it onto my shoulder and strode out the door, banging it open loudly. I slammed it shut, with more force than necessary and marched towards my first period, which was, you guessed it.

English.

Could my day get any worse?

Muttering profanities under my breath, I stormed there, a look of death on my face. I'd missed the first couple of minutes, but I don't care. Rudely, I barged the door open and walked in, averting my eyes from everyone.

"Colin!" Mr. Johnston called, his voice bright and positive, as if we were good friends. I cringed visibly at the sound of it. "Welcome back. I've missed you ever so dearly."

"Mr. J," I ground out, turning around, my face twitching with the impulse to hit something. "Speak to me like that again and the chair I throw will hit you this time."

A few chuckles and gasps broke out and Mr. Johnston rose his eyebrows.

"Bad day?"

"Bad life." I muttered, shouldering my way to my desk.

I felt her presence before I saw her. I sighed, knowing I couldn't go on like this forever. A wave of perfume washed over me and I couldn't help inhale deeply, letting her scent overpower me. I glanced up and sucked in a breath of surprise, my eyes bulging out of my head.

She. Looked. Amazing.

Her smooth skin was flawless perfection. Her hair fell down her shoulders like a waterfall, begging me to reach out and touch it. Her perfume was like a drug to me, leaving me wanting more. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. She swivelled her eyes to me, a smirk spreading across her face as she noticed my gawking.

"Take a picture, it will last longer."

Those words, snapped me out of my trance and instantly, my mask slipped back on. I snorted, rolling my eyes. "I'm good."

"Someone PMSing?" she asked sweetly, holding back a grin.

I breathed a laugh, almost annoyed at myself at how I can forget everything when I'm around her. I don't want to feel this way. I don't want her to be my 'cure'. I want her and the emotions she forces on me to go away as if she never entered my life.

"Something like that."

I saw her eyes dip and land on my hand, which only then I registered was still throbbing. I glanced down and saw the bruises spread across my knuckles. My hand was about twice the size it usually was and red raw. It was trembling slightly, still aching in pain, giving me the impression that I may have actually done damage to myself this time.

I looked up at her again, expecting her to say something. When she didn't, I was relieved. She looked at the front again and silence lapsed. It was a long time, before she spoke again.

"Why have you been avoiding me all week?"

"I haven't." I lied casually, not looking up.

I felt her gaze on me, but ignored the fact. I pretended like I was concentrating, when really, all I was doing was staring at the desk, probably looking like an idiot. Still, I didn't waver.

"Yes you have. Why?"

"Because you know-" I began, when the bell buzzed loudly. I smirked when the phrase, 'saved by the bell' entered my mind. I stood up, turning my back to her. "Ah, look at that. Now you will never know."

"Colin." she warned, narrowing her eyes, dodging around me so that I was staring at her. I tried not to let her beauty dazzle me again. "Tell me."

I looked up at her and squeezed her shoulder, noticing the way she flinched and ignoring the flare of desire that sparked in me. "Never you mind."

"Colin I swear to God-"

I slapped her lightly on the face and she stopped, mid-sentence. I began caressing her cheek with my thumb and I heard her sigh slightly, leaning into my touch. I couldn't help feel the heat that spread through my skin.

I wanted to take her on the desk right now, but I knew I couldn't. I needed to keep my wall up, before she came breaking it down again, leaving me open and vulnerable. With that, I smiled, turned and strode from her, smirking at myself.

I had more self-control than I gave myself credit.

Hayley's P.O.V:

I was going to kill him. My main motive of dressing up like my old self was to gain his attention and then show him what he couldn't have. But no, he touched me and my body went all melted-like and I went weak.

So, that didn't go according to plan. Instead, he showed me what I was missing out on.

How did the even happen?

Angrily, I stomped from the classroom. I couldn't help but be curious about what happened to his hand. The look on his face and the sound of his voice when he first entered the classroom, had shivers running down my spine, but I kept it cool. I didn't want him to have to feel like that around me, so I was pretty pleased when he acted neutral after sitting down beside me.

I didn't see him much throughout the day, but when I did, I couldn't help notice that his eyes wandered more then they usually would, which was good. I walked into the lunch room, deciding I wasn't that hungry, so an apple would be sufficient enough today. After handpicking it from the basket and scanning it with my eyes, I decided it was acceptable. I went to the tap and washed it, before I dare raise it to my lips. I was happy that it turned out to be delicious as it looked. I strolled over to a table where Chase and Imogen were sitting. As soon as I sat with them, Jeremy joined. He smiled at me instantly, his eyes seemingly bright enough to light an entire city.

"Heya guys." he said cheerfully. "How's it hanging?"

No one really replied and I had a mouthful of apple. Lunch cruised by uneventfully, until I was exiting the room, almost bumping into Johnny. When I looked up at him, his eyes weren't meeting mine. Instead, they were roaming openly on my body, absorbing my features.

I cleared my throat and pointed to my face. "Eyes are up here, boy."

He gave me a pointed look, although I could still see the hurt and anger, hidden in the depths of his eyes. "I wasn't..."

"Sure." I said, rolling my eyes.

He gave me a small, sad smile, before going around me. I sighed but didn't bother to think much about it. It was silent as I walked down the halls, heading towards History. It wasn't until she was by my side that I even noticed anyone was even here.

"Hayley." the voice was cold, making me jump about a foot in the air. I halted, spinning on my heel, so I came face to face, with the one and only, Eliza. Her blonde hair was twisting down her back in a braid and her bright, cat-like eyes leered at me. Her lips were curved up in a sneer.

After giving her a very obvious, dirty look, I replied; "Eliza."

"I hear you spent the weekend at Colin's. Haven't seen you guys together much since... trouble in not-so-paradise?" she fished sweetly, battering her eyelashes at me.

"I don't need to answer to you." I snapped heatedly, turning around and attempting to walk away from her.

"Oh, so something did go down?" she asked, her voice turning icy and her eyes narrowing dramatically. "What?"

I stopped again, sighing. "Since when do we exchange gossip?"

"Since it involves my future boyfriend." she clipped back.

I paused for a moment, before snorting. I doubled over, clutching my stomach, my laughter echoing off the walls.

"You have got to be joking," I said, wiping at my eyes and gasping for breath. "You do realise this is Colin Denver, we're talking about? He doesn't date. Even if his life depended on it."

"If I was any other girl." she said flatly, clearly unimpressed with how amusing I was finding this. "Anyway, stay away from him, I'm warning you."

"I thought you said you hadn't seen us together this week? Why would you be warning me to stay away from him if I already am?"

"I have my reasons."

"Well Eliza, I don't like threats." I said, my voice dropping low and all hint of humour, instantly vanishing from my tone. I stepped towards her, before shoving my hands out and roughly hitting her in chest. With a gasp, she staggered backward, her back hitting the wall. "So don't underestimate me. Because I will hurt you."

"I'm terrified," she said, rolling her eyes, but I could sense her fear. It was swimming in her eyes, which almost made me laugh again.

"I think you are." I said slowly, pronouncing each word, so she got exactly my meaning. I stared at her, briefly, before I brought my knee up and connected it with her abdomen.

She let out a scream in surprise. I grabbed her hair, wrapping it around my hand, so when she fell, I wrenched her head back up. She cried out in pain, the tears openly falling from her eyes. I leaned down, my breath hitting her face, due to our proximity.

"Back off Eliza, or this will not be the only time I sort you out."

"Hands where I can see them!" a voice thundered.

Footsteps could be heard sprinting down the hall. I kept holding Eliza's eye, until I saw her nod in understanding. I smiled at her innocently, before dropping her. I heard a crack, where her forehead connected with the harsh, wooden floor. She rolled around in pain, gasping for air. Blood began oozing from her nose, from the impact of the ground. I let my eyes rake over her emotionlessly.

Slowly, I pivoted on my spot, raising my hands, smiling slightly. The guards bustled over to me and ripped my hands painfully behind my back, handcuffing me, being very dramatic. Like that was going to do anything, my legs were still free.

Guess I won't be making it to History after all.

Yay! Violence!

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