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After what felt like an eon, but technically a week, I was finally released from isolation. Also known as the white room of death. I couldn't help smile as I took a step out from the room and knowing that this time, I wouldn't be returning.

Well, hopefully not any time soon.

Turns out, Andrew's, the Guard I "assaulted", leg hadn't broken, which was good for me, so instead of a month in isolation, I only endured a week. And that was plenty enough for me to not want to go back.

My knuckles weren't wrapped anymore, so I could physically move my hands now. There were still splodges of bruises scattered across them, but nothing to what they were. My left wrist was still bandaged, due to me having torn some ligaments, but it would heal, eventually.

All I wanted to do, was return to my dorm, scrub my body clean and go do something fun. Well, all I really wanted to do was go see Colin, but I didn't want to admit that to even myself. My body wanted him and what he had to offer, but my mind firmly said no. I sighed as I began my trek back across the hall and to my room. I couldn't help notice all the whispers that erupted through anyone who saw me. Oh yes, I beat up some guards, treat me like I'm God.

I began mounting the stairs towards my hall, when they began wobbling and swaying to one side. Okay, so apparently I woke up in Hogwarts this morning. I sighed in frustration and clung to the railings.

"You right, Hales?" A voice asked me behind me.

I swivelled my head around and met Jeremy's dark, brown eyes. He was smiling, his soft lips curved upwards, showing off his dazzling, white teeth. I took a second to drink in his features. His golden tan and beach, blond hair contrasted perfectly together.

I then realised, I had been gawking. "What? Oh - yeah. I'm fine."

"So, what was it like?" he asked, shooting his arm out to steady me. His hand was placed on the small of my back, as he guided me up the stairs, very gentlemen-like. I smirked, impressed by his formalness.

"Isolation?"

"Yeah. I've been threatened to be sent there, but never actually managed to make it."

"It was ever so exciting." I said blandly, rolling my tongue across my teeth. "I wish I could go back there!"

He smirked. "On a scale from one to ten, ten being the worst, what do you rate it on?"

"Eleven." I replied back without hesitation.

The stairs came to an end and we began walking on sure ground again, this time without the moving side to side.

"I'm going to get some food, I'll catch up with you later." Jeremy said with a smile.

I gave him a wave as I continued to wander toward my dorm. I wrenched the door open, wanting noting more than to spend some much needed time with the shower. I blinked for a couple of moments, trying to process what I was actually seeing.

Imogen was throwing a party. Of course.

"WHAT'S UP SHAWSHANK!" Imogen yelled out, effectively gaining everyone's attention and sounding scarily alike 'Fat Amy' from Pitch Perfect.

I rolled my eyes at her lameness. I nodded at her and she stumbled over to me. She fell and I threw my hands out to steady her. Her breath reeked of Vodka and she gave me a sloppy smile, wrapping an arm around my neck. Impressively, I didn't even flinch.

"Heya bestie!" she slurred, reclining back and beaming at me.

"Hi Imogen." I laughed.

"I threw you a 'Welcome Back' party!"

"I've noticed. You seem to be really... enjoying it." I smirked at her.

She laughed. "I'm going to go find Chase. Be right back! Stay here!" she turned on her heel and staggered away from me.

Instantly I turned on my heel and went over towards my bed, planning on face planting onto it and staying like that for a long time. My eyes fell onto it and I gagged slightly, seeing someone under my covers. I clenched my jaw angrily and stormed over there. I clutched at the sheets and peeled it back from the two, thankfully clothed, people.

"Get the hell out of my bed. Now."

"We're just having some fun, man." A guy said, his eyes ringed red and his face a perfect picture of someone baked out of their brain. I gritted my teeth angrily. I ripped open my draw and grabbed my pocket knife out. (I wish I had had that on me when I was sent to isolation, but if I had, I probably wouldn't be here right now). I slid my thumb across it and the knife swiftly emerged. I swooped down and pressed the blade against his neck. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, swallowing nervously. His eyes widened and were glazed over.

"I'm not going to tell you again, man. Get out of my bed!"

The girl fell out of my bed at my words and crawled away as fast as her legs would allow her to. I pressed the knife into him harder and he gasped, falling backwards. I narrowed my eyes and he began clambering away from me as well, terrified. I grinned in satisfaction. I slipped it back into my safe spot and wiped my hands, slightly smug of my actions.

"I'm scared," Jeremy joked, sauntering up behind me and slinging a lazy arm over my shoulders. I tensed up slightly, but the fact hardly registered in my mind. He had slight crumbs on the corner of his mouth and I just knew he had raided the shortbread biscuits in the cafeteria.

"You should be."

"You're so hot when you're threatening." he teased, his eyes roaming my face, dipping down to look over my body.

I grinned at him.

He breathed a laugh, turning his head, seeing some other guy across the room and yelled out to him. "Oi, Jack!"

He took off at a run and I quirked my eyebrow. That boy never seemed to lack energy. I sighed, letting my eyes walk over the room, studying all my surroundings. I was glad I was out, that's for sure, but catering for a bunch of teenagers wasn't exactly the top of my 'want to do' list. I turned, deciding on escaping to the bathroom for a while.

I had hardly shut the door behind me, before it was abruptly flung open again and someone else entered.

"Occupied." I said blandly, not even bothering to turn around as I wandered over to the sink, needing to splash some water on my face, which was flushed.

"I know."

I knew it was him straight away, as soon as he opened his mouth. I shivered, just upon hearing his voice. I suddenly began to feel nervous as I was alone, in a room, with Colin. Licking my lips, I slowly pivoted, coming face to face with him. Well, kind of face to chest as he was about a foot taller than me.

I opened my mouth to remark, but the words died on my tongue as my jaw hung open. He looked so sexy, it hurt. He had a tight, fitting black shirt on and dark jeans, that clung to his legs dangerously. His dark hair was matted across his forehead and his eyes were bright and sparkled with something I couldn't describe. After gawking like a creep, I snapped my mouth shut. I cleared my throat uneasily, unable to look at him in the eyes.

"I'm sure isolation was riveting for you." he stated, breaking the noticeable silence.

I let out a humourless laugh, turning from him and waddling over to the sink. I plopped myself onto it and lent back onto the mirror.

"Speaking from experience?"

He just nodded at me and shrugged.

"How long were you there for?"

"Two weeks."

I physically shuddered at the thought of him spending double the time I had in there. I gulped, scratching the back of my neck. I would have turned insane. I looked at him in admiration for a moment.

"You beat up Eliza pretty bad." he said, smirking.

He took a couple of steps towards me and my heart jerked in my chest. I tried to remain calm and not leap onto him and tangle my body with his.

"Good." I replied simply.

He laughed. "Broken nose, bruises and a cracked rib."

I grinned, like a Cheshire cat. "That makes me happy."

He rolled his eyes, coming even more closer.

"What was the fight about?"

The smile wavered on my face and I averted my eyes. "Nothing."

"Obviously not nothing."

You. You. You.

"Seriously. Doesn't even matter. I was just angry."

"Sure." he responded back sarcastically, his eyes hinting that he knew something that I didn't. I shrugged it off and ignored it. He took another step towards me and pushed my knees apart. He wedged himself in between my legs and my breath hitched in my throat.

Why did I always find myself in this position?

He grabbed my hands and pulled them up, so he could examine them. I bit my lip, just watching him as he stared at them intently. He ran his thumb over my knuckles and began caressing them, making goose bumps erupt across my skin. It was frustrating that this had my heart slamming against my ribcage. Jeremy was close to almost kissing me and got no reaction. Colin touches my hands and I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate. A playful smirk danced on his lips and he noticed the slight tremble of my fingers. He walked his fingers up my arms,  running them over the little bumps on my skin.

"I give you goose bumps."

I scoffed. "It's just cold."

He snorted with laughter, his chest shaking and his body rumbling. "Yeah, it's freezing, right?"

"Right." I said firmly, but my voice lacked the strength that I had intended and probably didn't sound it due to me smiling like an idiot.

He moved his hands to my wrist and began massaging it slightly. "What damage did you do to it?"

"Tore the ligaments."

He nodded. Slowly, with his eyes never leaving me, he pressed his lips softly to the unbandaged part. I sucked in a breath of surprise, my lips parting. My chest began heaving as I felt like there wasn't enough oxygen around to supply my lungs. And I probably looked like I had just run a marathon.

I hate how my body reacts around him.

Tentalisingly slow, he edged towards me. He cupped his warm and toasty hands around my face, tilting my head back. He bent down and gently pressed his lips to mine. I sighed into him instantly as our lips began moving together in synchronisation.

Oh, how I had missed this.

His thumb began making circular patterns on my face and I lifted my hands, running my fingers slowly down his chest. I could feel his defined chest and abs underneath my hands. I clamped my legs around his waist, locking him in my embrace. I let my fingers pause as the edge of my his waist line and he groaned into me. I gasped as he pressed himself closer to me, giving him entrance. His tongue brushed mine and sent waves of pleasure rolling through my body until I could hardly breathe.

I dipped my hands lower and he growled, slamming me roughly against the mirror, to the extent I thought it had broke. He tensed underneath me and I was breathless. Just as I couldn't take it any longer and clothes were beginning to drop, there was loud banging on the door, unfortunately jolting me from my trance. Annoyed, I narrowed my eyes and glared at the door, directing many bad thoughts towards the person behind there, that interrupted the most hottest make out session I have ever experienced in my life.

"I have to pee guys!" a voice, all too familiar yelled out. "I know I'm probably intruding, but seriously, if you don't open the door, I'm going to bust it down!"

Imogen. Trust my best friend to ruin the moment. I widened my eyes in surprise at having thought the words 'best friend'. Did I mean it? Well, I guess I did, right?

"You know, she's got puny arms. She wouldn't be able to."

"Yeah - but she will sure try." I breathed, my words hardly audible.

He sighed in frustration and de-tangled our bodies from each other much to my despair. I pouted, feeling deprived.

"I'll go out first." he murmured.

As I was still gasping for breath, I merely nodded. He lent forward and kissed my forehead, sending tingles shooting down through my body and to my toes. I gulped, feeling smothered by emotions that were swelling inside me. He turned and left, opening the door. I got up, my legs wobbly and feeling jellyfied, when Imogen stumbled in, slamming the door shut. She locked it and hitched the skirt up over her hips, crossing her legs attractively as she obviously was about to pee her pants. I stared at her in amusement, temporarily forgetting the raging hormones rushing through my body. This was going to be entertaining.

"Before you actually go - know that I'm still here."

A ear splitting scream escaped her lips and I jumped in fright at the sound. She spun, slamming back on the door, her hand slapping her chest.

"JESUS!"

"I'm most commonly called Hayley, but whatever goes." I smirked.

She paused for a moment, before she burst out laughing. She hicupped and groaned, rubbing at her face.

"Imogen. You're revealing a lot of skin right now."

She looked down and laughed again, her shoulders shaking. "Aw yeah. I gotta' pee. That's right."

Wobbling slightly, she made it over to the toilet. Making a face at her, I turned, so I didn't have to witness what she was doing. She sighed and I scrunched up my face in disgust.

"This is too much lack of privacy right now."

"Oh get over it. This is what best friends do." she laughed.

Best friends. There it was again. I never thought I'd have another one, let alone find one at this school. I made a mental note to put the piece of information into a file in the back of my mind, one I'd dwell on later. I washed my hands, although I didn't actually go, before exiting the bathroom. I walked over, to sit on the lounge, when I saw Chase giving Alex twenty dollars. I raised my eyebrows, wanting to investigate. I began walking over there, when I froze in my tracks, upon hearing their words.

"I told you Johnny would sleep with her within two weeks." Alex smirked.

Johnny slept with who now?

Chase sighed. "I really didn't think Hayley was going to get with him. I was for sure betting on her and Colin. Or Jeremy."

I blinked. Did I hear this right? They made a bet on who would sleep with me first?

Anger surged through my veins and my hands balled into fists, my nails fiercely biting into my flesh. I spun on my heel, searching for Johnny. My vision was beginning to turn red, I was so furious.

Johnny was a dead man.

I spotted him, chatting up an unfamiliar brunette. I marched over there, my lips thin, my eyes narrowed. As soon as his eyes rested on me, his face went pale and slack. Good, I looked as angry as I felt.

"Leave." I snapped to the girl, not even looking at her.

"Excuse me?"

Turning to her, shaking with anger, I grabbed my knife out again and jerked it towards her, narrowly missing her cheek bone.

"You've got a pretty face. Don't make me ruin it."

Scoffing at me, she turned and walked from me. I turned towards Johnny, my grip only tightening on my knife.

"Um, Hayley, put that down." he said slowly, his eyes fixated on the knife. He had backed a few steps and his hands were raised in what I could only imagine is a peace gesture.

"Don't you tell me what to do!" I growled savagely, thrusting the knife towards him. It ripped his shirt, the instant it touched the material. He jerked backwards, hitting the wall, his eyes wide and dilated. I was panting heavily, my hand trembling with rage.

"What the hell!" he gasped out. "What did I do!?"

"Oh, just made a bet on how long it was take to sleep with me."

His mouth fell open and kept flapping, but no words came out. I impatiently waited and pressed the knife into his stomach. His breath began to come out fast as he thought I was going to rip through his hard worked for abs. Our noses touched I was so close. The pressure I held on the knife was satisfying.

"Er-I-Umm-" he stammered like the moron he is.

"Do not speak to me again. Do not touch me. Don't even look at me, or I will slice out your jugular and shove it down your oesophagus."

He blinked at me, in shock. "Hayley, you're overreacting-"

In blind anger, I slashed his chest, but only lightly. A number of profanities tumbled from his mouth as he shied away from me. I turned on my heel, before striding away from him, seething.

Take that, you arrogant twit.

Okay, so I had calmed down slightly since last night, but I was still annoyed with Johnny. I wouldn't forgive him after that. He used me. Well, I think he actually did want more after the deed was done, but still. I desperately wanted to go to the gym and pour my anger out into hitting a punching bag, but my left arm was still wrapped and sore. So, probably wouldn't be the best idea to go and hit it repeatedly, although the physical pain might relieve me from my mental turmoil.

Last night, Colin fantasies kept invading my dreams, causing me to wake up all hot and sweaty. I was even dreaming about him now. Great. I was actually messed up. He had been so surprisingly sweet last night, that my feelings for him were just developing at a more rapid pace now. It was extremely annoying. I hated how my throat went dry in his presence and my heart stuttered in my chest upon seeing him.

It wasn't normal or right and I felt like a paedophile, although he is older than me. I am not a love-struck teenager. I refuse to be. I stomped into class and made my way to my desk. I collapsed down heavily and lent back, sprawling my legs out comfortably in front of me. Colin managed to make it to class today, but unfortunately for him, twenty minutes late. We were attempting to have a class discussion, but everyone grew silent as he entered. All attention vanished from Mr. Johnston and was directed to him, like usual. He smirked, basking in the attention as he began to make his way towards me, throwing smiles out like his classmates were the paparazzi.

"Oh no, Colin, now that you're here, why don't you teach the lesson? I'll go and sit down." Mr. Johnston declared loudly, jumping up from his seat and spreading his hand out. "Since you're so important and much more worthy of our attention."

Colin raised an amused eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching. I suppressed a laugh at his seriousness. Mr. Johnston came over to me, the look in his eye making me nervous. Just because I hate the sight of him, I did something irrational. As he went to sit down beside me in Colin's seat, casually, I put my hand up and pulled the chair out. Instead of sitting down lightly as he planned, he tumbled to the ground and landed in a painful heap on the floor.

Laughs erupted through the students and Colin snorted, slapping his knee. I couldn't help but grin. Mr. Johnston turned his eyes to me, glaring viciously. I smiled sweetly back and interlaced my fingers together.

"Whoops?"

"Get. Out. Now." he ground out.

Biting my cheek, I got up and made my way to the door. I brushed past Colin and he gave me a lopsided smile, which had my heart flip-flopping. I slipped outside and let out a laugh, just replaying the scene in my head.

His face had been priceless!

Apparently, things run differently at this school. When I used to be sent out, the teacher would come and have words with me. After ten minutes went by and Mr. Johnston made no movement to come out and lecture me, I took the opportunity to go for a walk. The halls were eerily silent as most of the people were in classes or in their dorms sleeping. Or smoking. Whatever they did to pass the time, really. I wrapped my arms around myself as I just listened to my breathing going in and out.

I tucked a tendril of loose hair behind my ear as I walked out to the courtyard, the cool air washing over me. My hair began blowing around my face and I gave up trying to control it. I maneuvered myself over to a bench and sat down, just enjoying being by myself and taking a second to look around the area.

I heard the footsteps, but was too late to  move. An arm wrapped around my neck, effectively cutting off my breathing. I gasped, my eyes rolling back. I gritted my teeth and clutched at the person's arm, trying to rip at their skin with my nails.

A ragged breath could be heard in my ear. "Remember me?"

I couldn't answer her but I didn't know anyway. It wasn't Eliza, that's for sure. It wasn't her voice and from Eliza's reputation, a minion of hers would do this while she made empty threats in front of me. The mysterious girl inched her face over mine, so I could see her more clearly. I didn't recognise her face at first as I stared up at her confusion. She waited patiently for me to remember. It took me a moment, but I did recognise the hair and her bull-ring piercing. Purple streaks flooded over the blackness of her hair. I gulped memories from the riot bombarded my brain. I remember her threatening me. I remember the blurry vision and throbbing pain my head experience. She was the one who actually scared me. She was someone who stood up to me and outmatched my strength.

"I don't have time for this."  Her words rang around in my head and I let my eyelids flutter closed briefly.

Apparently she did now.

"You do remember, that's good." she chirped, grinning at me, obviously satisfied with my reaction. The grin reminded me so much of my own that I flinched at the thick karma slapping me in the face. "Since you so nicely tried to talk to me during the riot, I thought I'd return the favour."

I began squirming and thrashing, trying to get out of her grip. I felt something hot touch my back and I couldn't help but let out a heart-stopping scream of pain, as I dropped to the ground, almost passing out from the pain.

"Oh Hayley," she laughed humourlessly, the sound was like nails scratching down a chalk board, causing me to shiver. "Don't pass out on me yet - this is only the beginning."

Dun. Dun. Dun.

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