My alarm clock went off and I groaned and turned over so I could sleep on my other side. I didn't get enough sleep last night. The nightmares came back as soon as I rested my head on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep. Why all of a sudden? I hadn't had them in a long time before last night. These nightmares started five years ago, after the worst day of my life. A day that stripped the Jones' family of happiness and the ability to be and feel complete. No matter how much I tried to forget, I just couldn't. It was engraved, permanently taped to the back of my head.

I quickly took a shower, washed my hair and towel-dried it as usual. I brushed my teeth and went over to my closet to get some clothes to wear.

I took out a pair of black sweatpants and wore them with my black sports bra along with a pair of my Nike trainers. I then grabbed a white short-sleeved shirt and put it on before taking my bag and leaving my room.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked as my face lit up at the sight in front of me. Croissants, sausages, eggs, toast, blueberry and chocolate muffins; pancakes... I was a goner.

I immediately filled up my plate and my mouth began to water just at the sight of the food I'd dished up for myself.

"Well good morning to you too, my anne-bud." My dad said, using my old nickname and making me wince while Eddie laughed at my lack of comfort.

"Dad, why are you calling me that?" I said with a sigh and my dad who naturally finds it amusing to embarrass me, started laughing. I just shook my head and started eating.

Food's the best cure, right?

After having my breakfast in record time just like every morning, I quickly kissed my dad on the cheek, ruffled Eddie's head and said my goodbyes to everyone.

I decided to take the bus today. Because I felt like walking a bit. And because I was lazy to drive. And last but most importantly, to avoid Shelby's tantrums about why I didn't pick her up and avoiding yet another tardy. I was still mad at her. I don't care if I'm overexaggerating or not, but that's the meanest she's ever been to me. She didn't even find it in her to apologise or at least pretend to apologise. It quickly dawned on me that Shelby is Shelby and she always wants things to go her way, everyone must dance to her tunes because that's what she expects. And if you do the opposite, she quickly turns into a world class bitch.

The bus dropped me off a block away from school and I started walking from there on. I turned to look at the boys from my school standing by the corner, smoking God knows what before school. They each whistled at me, talking about how hot I am.

"Hey baby, you should wear what you wore at that party. You looked smoking hot." One of them said.

I just rolled my eyes and continued walking. Perverts will always be perverts.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that a car had stopped beside me and I froze, thinking someone wanted to kidnap me or something. Shit, I should have just drove or asked dad for a ride.

I started speed walking, wanting to buy myself some time before I'd never see the light of day ever again.

Should I walk back to those perverts? No. With their comments, I'm not sure if I can trust them or at least hope to be safe with them. They were creepy. How do I know they won't harass me?

No. I'll have to go alone and get to the school gates before this guy catches me.

"Hey!" The person shouted from the car. I heard their door open and close and I started running.

I know I wasn't that bad at running, but obviously kidnappers need to be pretty fit inorder to catch their prey, just like mine was.

He immediately encircled his arms around my waist to stop me and I wondered why he was being so intimate with me.

"Hey Beautiful, why are you running away from me?" The familiar voice said, with confusion laced in their tone.

Wait... were kidnappers always this sweet to their preys? His touch however, felt like dejá vu because I feel the same tingles I felt when a specific person touched me in the same way.

I turned around in the person's arms and when I looked up, I saw Miles smiling down at me. I let out the breath I was holding for so long and put my hand over my heart which was beating frantically.

"Miles... you scared me! I thought you were someone trying to abduct me." I told him, smacking his chest lightly. "Don't do that again please."

Miles laughed at me, "Has anyone ever told you that you're weird?"

I shot him a glare when he said this, which only amused him even more. He smiled as he pulled me in for a hug, which I retutned, engulfing me in his warmth and amazing scent. He smelled like his usual cologne, mixed with mint. Long story cut short, Miles is irresistible.

"That's not your car. That's another thing that made me think you were some kidnapper." I pointed out, trying to redeem myself somehow.

He sighed, "My mom had a day off and this is just one of those days where I asked to borrow her car."

"You're so adorable." He said fondly, chuckling at my antics for a bit.

He put his arm around my shoulder and led me back to the car. When we got there, those boys were already walking down to school.

The whistles and cat calls started, making Miles tense as he looked at them walk past us.

"Leave the unavailable boys and come to us, baby!"

I was planning on ignoring them but him saying Miles was unavailable got my attention. Although I already knew that, it disturbed me to hear it from that guy's mouth.

"Don't," Miles said as he looked down at me. "Don't listen to a word he says, he's an idiot." I didn't say anything to that.

I suddenly wished that we were back to the past few days we spent together where there was no reminder that we actually weren't together and that our feelings had to be annihilated.

"I totally wouldn't kick you out of bed," Another with blonde hair remarked as he studied my body.

Miles stopped and turned, staring daggers at him, as his jaw clenched while he balled his fists. "You have more to say, moron?" He asked challengingly.

That guy frowned. "What the hell is your problem dude? You two aren't even together."

Miles was about to lunge for him then and there but I held onto his upper arm, flinching at how muscle-y it was before getting a hold of myself.

Tyler, grow up. This is not the time to get turned on!!

I realised I had to step in so this didn't get out of hand.

"That doesn't mean you should try and hit on me you disgusting perverts!" I said in anger.

The other, with black hair, smirked. "What a fine mouth you have there, wanna put it around me?" He asked, cupping his balls.

I held Miles back once more and shut all my senses out as I walked over to the guy. I can fight my own battles.

"Ooh, no need to be so eager baby, I'd give it to you anyway." He said, looking at his friends as they laughed altogether.

By now, my anger had reached it's high point. I was a volcano erupting at that exact moment.

Lifting my hand, which was balled into a fist, I punched him in the face causing him to stumble back and let out a cry of pain as he cupped his nose.

All those self defense lessons with my dad finally paid off. But the punching landed me in deep shit as my hand was aching like hell. I shook it to try and ease the pain a little.

"You broke my nose!" He exclaimed as he briefly removed his hands from his nose to show that it was slightly dislocated and bleeding profusely.

"And I'm about to injure you all so badly, your kids will be born deformed!" I told them as I was about to close in on them but I felt strong arms encircle me from the back pulling me in the opposite direction.

That guy looked angry as his friends looked at me in shock, while others made fun of him for being embarrassed by a girl.

I thought of trying to get myself free but I thought against it and relaxed in Miles' arms instead. Besides, I won't be getting as much affection as I'd like from now on, since we're at school and everyone knows him as Shelby's boyfriend instead.

"Come on, Ty... calm down. They're not worth it, let's go." Miles said as he put me down with my back against his car. I was caged in between his arms.

I pouted. "At least let me punch one more?" I asked expectantly before sucking in a breath as the pain I felt shot through my knuckles.

"Tyler, no. Are you trying to get yourself arrested?" He looked at me like I was delirious.

Miles then chuckled before tenderly kissing my injured knuckles. "Add feisty to the list of things I love about you."

I love you too.