"The Midnight Murderer strikes once again. 27 year old mother of two, Amelia Harding, was viciously murdered at her home last night. The time, I think we all already know that one. Midnight. The vicious assassin has once again left no evidence behind, and there are no witnesses. They are good, and they know it. Due to the fact that there was no note left this time, the police think that this attack was not planned, but sudden. The cops are doing everything they can to stop them, but with such a skilled murderer, the case is becoming more and more difficult to crack. We send our best wishes to the family of Amelia Harding, and hope for the best for her two 'children, Jack, and Renee Harding. This is Melissa Hill reporting to you live from Fox Studios."

The news reporter finishes speaking, and I immediately turn the TV off. I groan internally, as I let out a loud sigh.

Seriously? Again? When will they stop? The cops better catch them soon.

As I look around the room, my eyes land on the clock, and they widen as I see the time. Holy SHIT! I'm gonna be late for class!

I hurriedly run to the door, tripping gracefully on my way there. Note the sarcasm. I Sprint out of the front door, and lock it behind me. I then begin to jog violently to school. I say that because I wouldn't call It running. It's kinda impossible to run in these boots. Brody couldn't pick me up today. His car broke, which means he will also be walking.

At least I'm not the only one suffering.

***

Ugh. What is it, What is it. Come on brain, help me out here.

OH, so now you want me to talk?

Just help me, you cocky little shit!

Now now Natasha, it isn't nice to insult yourself!

Ughhhh, just help me.

Hmm. Let me think...... No.

You little.........

"Alright class, time's up. Put down your pens and stop writing. Nobody speaks untill I have collected in all of the Pop Quiz's," Mr Hallows' deathly voice booms through the classroom.

What! No. I'm not even done!

Tough shit.

OH, so now you decide to speak?

Yes.

I hate you!

I love me too.

Great. Just great. Thanks to all of the drama on the weekend, and my amazing day with Brody, I completely forgot that I had a Pop Quiz in Calculus. Therefore, I didn't revise for it. Which ultimately means that I'm gonna fail it. Why me??

What? I may be a nerd, but that doesn't mean that I don't need to revise for stuff. Don't be so stereotypical.

As Mr Hallows approaches my desk, and grabs my sheet, I am brought away from my trail of thoughts. I glare at my test held firmly in Mr Hallows' grip, as he walks back to his table.

That right there. Is my first failure.

***

"Hey," Brody says breathlessly as he manages to catch up with me.

"Hey," I answer joyfully. I slow down, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

"So," he begins, "Are you walking home, or driving?," Brody asks me.

Seriously. Did he really just ask me that. He doesn't give me a ride every morning for nothing.

"No shit Sherlock," I reply sarcastically.

"What kind of question is that anyway?," I continue.

"Erm. A normal one?," he answers, but it comes out more like a question.

"Why do you think you have to give me a ride every morning?"

For a second, he scrunches his face up in confusion, before realisation suddenly dawns upon him. That's right.

"Ohhhhhhh, ok, yeah, I know now," he says.

Genius.

I am about to say something, until a very familiar voice interrupts me.

"Replaced me already, Nat. That's just cold."

No. It couldn't be. Is that...?

I turn around slowly, and squeal in excitement as my suspicions are confirmed.

"No way!," I shout disbelievingly as I run as fast as I can, and jump into the arms of the small brunette.

"I missed you so much Nat!" She says sadly.

"I missed you too Leah!," I answer back, excitedly. By now, tears of joy were streaming down both of our faces.

Leah was my bestest friend in the whole wide universe. She used to live in Westbrook, but, due to her Dad's job, she had to move to England. I hadn't seen her in over a year.

"What are you doing here?," I ask excitedly as I pull away from the hug.

"I'm here to visit you, what else," she says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Really?," I question.

"Really really," she replies.

We both start jumping around in excitement, but stop immediately as someone clears their throat.

"Natasha, care to introduce us," Brody says, smiling.

Oh crap. I completely forgot he was there.

I quickly turn to face Brody, before saying, "Brody, meet Leah, my best friend. And Leah, meet Brody, my friend."

"What, no best?," Brody says as he wipes away a nonexistent tear, and places his hand on his chest, mocking hurt.

"That hurts, it really does," he continues. I laugh at his childish antics, as Leah begins to speak.

"Leah, Nat's BEST friend. Sorry Chico, but I'm irreplaceable," she teases him, as she introduces herself.

"Oh the pain!," Brody cries loudly as he gets on his knees, and looks up to the sky.

"I have failed myself. WHY ME! WHY!," he shouts jokingly.

Idiot.

Me and Leah burst into a fit of giggles as Brody stands up and brushes the dirt off his jeans. He chuckles along with us, before linking arms with both me and Leah. The three of us then proceed to walk to my house.

***

"So, Leah, tell me, what has happened since I last saw you," I question Leah as we both sit on my bed.

"Well," she pauses for a minute before continuing, "I started in my new school, and made some new friends, they all really want to meet you. My studies are going well. Still a diehard vampette. Love Shawn more than ever. AND I MET JASPAR!," She concludes, getting very excited towards the end.

My mouth drops open, and my eyes widen as I take in the information.

She met JASPAR.

No shmingles Sherlock.

Don't you have anything better to do?

No.

Ugh. Go away.

No.

I snap out of my trance, and squeal hyperactively.

"Are you serious!"

"Yes, I am," she replies proudly. "And let me tell you now, they smell like men, real men," she sighs dreamily.

I pull a sad and jealous face. I know she's my best friend, but right now I'm so jealous of her. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't be. She met JASPAR.

"Anyway, that's enough of me. Tell me what's been going on with you," she says.

"Nothing much. After you left, Cameron and Vanessa wouldn't leave me alone, but that stopped since Brody came, he's really been looking out for me. Other than that, there's all these murders happening, and the police still don't know what's going on, or who they are. It's been a year. I really hope they find them soon," I tell her.

"Erm, you don't think it could be, you know?," she questions reluctantly.

"No. No. It's not. Now, this topic ends here," I reply.

"But-

Leah begins, but I cut her off.

"Leah, please," I plead, but only put in half the effort.

"Ok," she answers with a small smile.

That's one of the things I love about Leah, she understands when to stop.

The serious atatmosphere vanishes as soon as we hear Brody shout, "Ladies, Movie time. You can fangirl over Jaspar later."

Typical Brody.

Me and Leah laugh loudly as we leave my room and make our way downstairs.

Fangirling. Us. Nah.

***

Woo! I know this was a short chapter, but I had alot to do today. I had revision for exams and I had to visit my potential future college. So yea. Hopefully, the next chapter will be longer!

Ari x