~*~*Natasha's P.O.V*~*~

I adjust my bag on my shoulder as I walk towards the entrance of the school. I scan the area to find that it is practically empty. There isn't anyone here. The school is close to desolate.

What did I expect?

I came in extra early today so that's probably why there's nobody here yet. The reason I came in extra early today was because I didn't want to have to face Brody. I was going to try my best to avoid him today. Key word being 'try'. He is in nearly all of my lessons. It ain't gonna be easy.

I was still mad at him. It was a mixture of two very different emotions; anger and hurt. I mean, put aside the fact that I like him. But why did he have to lie to me? I wasn't exactly going to rip his head off if he told me he was going shopping with his girlfriend. Sure, I'd still be as upset, because I really liked him and I hoped that maybe he might like me back, and maybe a teensy bit annoyed that he didn't bother to inform me of his sudden love interest. But I would not have been mad. I'm just his friend. It's his life. His choice. He can date whoever he wants to. I have no right over that. I would just have to accept the fact that he doesn't like me like that.

He didn't have to lie.

And isn't that what friendship is supposed to be?  To be able to rely on someone to be there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on? To be able to trust someone enough to tell them anything? To be able to trust them to support you in whatever you do? To be able to just trust them? Clearly he doesn't trust me enough as a friend, or even as a person, to tell me this kind of stuff. So why do I even bother? Why do I even try to build a friendship with someone who isn't going to trust me as a friend?

Why?

The sound of some cars pulling up into the school parking lot snap me back to reality. People begin to enter the main building; gradually increasing by the second.

Shit. I've been stood out here for a good fifteen minutes.

Pushing aside all of my depressing thoughts, I also begin to make my way inside the school building. I keep my face hidden with my hair; pushing it onto my face.

Can't let Brody see me.

He could have already gone inside and I wouldn't have even noticed.

As I enter the building, I quickly begin to speed walk into the direction of the lockers. Dodging several different students, I eventually near the corner of the hall where my locker is situated.

As I reach my locker; I swiftly punch in my locker combination, opening it with my free hand. I then grab all of the books that I would need for the day, and slam it shut behind me.

Spinning on my heel, I start to stride over to homeroom. The one period of the day that I don't share with Brody.

Score.

Getting closer and closer to the classroom; I pick up speed, willing my feet to move faster. I lift my head up for a mere millisecond to view my surroundings, before I look back to the floor. The coast is clear. No sign of Brody.

I am totally not nervous.

Note the sarcasm.

As I reach the door to my homeroom, I push it open quickly; keeping my eyes trained on my shoes as I take quick, long, strides. I then proceed to speedily walk inside, my head still bowed. I hurriedly go to the back of the classroom and take a seat in a chair at the corner. I place my bag on the floor; unzipping it quietly.

Gotta be discreet.

I take out a pencil and a piece of paper from my notebook; acting as if I am doing some work. I keep my eyes trained on the piece of paper; not even daring to look up.

That's right Natasha. Be smooth. Blend right in.

"Hey, is this seat taken?"Questions an extremely familiar feminine voice.

Maybe not then.

I look up to sought the identity of this familiar female, only to have my eyes widen so much, I'm actually surprised they don't pop out of my sockets.

"Amelia?" I say incredulously, staring wide eyed, open mouthed, at the platinum blonde girl stood before me.

You have got to be kidding me.

She looks flawless as always. Perfect face. Perfect hair. Apart from the attire. She looks like she cut the neck of her top down even further, so that her boobs are practically hanging out. And her skirt looks like it is just a piece of fabric wrapped around her bottom half.

It ain't a pleasant sight.

"Natalie?" She says, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Seriously. My name ain't that hard to remember

"It's Natasha." I correct as I smile a tight lipped, forced smile.

What? How do you expect me to genuinely smile at her. I extremely dislike the bitch.

"Oh. Sorry. I can't remember much from before Brody took me back to his house. We had quite the night, if you get what I mean." She tells me; an extremely bitchy smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, as she takes a seat in the empty-now vacant- chair beside me.

Did I say she could sit there?

No.

"Oh. Ok." I comment, a little disturbed.

I really don't want to know about your personal experience, woman.

Especially when it's with the guy I really like.

"So",she begins, "What's your timetable,Natasha?" She questions; resting her face against her hand as she leans over the table.

I watch as she smiles at me in an overly sweet manner. Not in the mood to converse with the Barbie doll in front of me any further, I just fish my timetable out of my bag, and hand it to her; letting her find out for herself.

She reads the sheet of paper for a few seconds before her eyes light up, an evil glint flashing through them.

I don't like where this is going.

"Oh my! We're practically in all the same lessons! We're going to have to much fun!" She exclaims over exaggeratedly, turning her whole body to face me, that same roguish smirk on her lips.

My fake smile widens even more at the sound of this newfound information. "Yay. Fun." I fake enthusiasm as I exclaim through gritted teeth. The sarcasm is unreal.

She then turns to look in the other direction; a roguish and cunning smirk playing at her lips.

Well. This is going to be interesting.

***
So. As it turns out, Amelia was, quite literally, in all of my lessons today. And it wasn't nice. I have established, from her extremely over sweet attitude, that she dislikes me just as much as I dislike her. I don't know why. I just met the bitch. Every time I caught a glimpse of her from the corner of my eye, she had this evil, villainous smirk playing at her lips. It's as if she's plotting something in her mind.

She's definitely bad news.

As for Brody, he didn't even come to school today. And while I was grateful that I wouldn't have to face him, I was still a little upset. I guess a part of me wasn't as mad as the rest of me. Also, it would have given Amelia something to do rather than pester me all day. The butch just doesn't stop. She has to rub it right I that she got Brody. And she doesn't even know that I like him.

That brings us to the present.

Walking out of the double doors that lead to the school parking lot, I grab my phone from my pocket ,as I needed to text my mom to see if she was going to pick me up today.

As I begin to write the text; I crash into a large brick wall; stumbling backwards, landing right on my butt. Due to the harsh impact, my phone goes toppling out of my hands; smashing the already smashed phone screen even more.

I sense some déjà vu.

"Watch where you're going." I tell the unknown person in frustration as I collect the pieces of my phone.

Great. Now it's even more broken.

"Natasha?" I look up at the sound of a recognised masculine voice.

Brody stands there, his hand held out, waiting for me to take it.

I don't think so.

"Brody." I say as I lift myself up off the floor; brushing the dirt off of my jeans, ignoring his help.

He ain't getting off the hook that easy.

He takes his hand back dejectingly, a sad smile playing at his lips. "Hey. How are you? I didn't get to ask you before." He asks kindly.

Well. If you weren't sucking somebody's face off like they were a lollipop.

"Good." I deadpan.

I really don't want to be doing this.

Brody sighs as he runs a hand through his hair-his perfectly styled hair. "Natasha, look. About the other day, I'm-

"Brody! Hey babe!" An over ecstatic Amelia exclaims as she flings her arms around Brody's shoulder; violently pressing her lips against his.

Ugh. Not her again.

Brody tenses up for a moment, but is isn't more than twenty seconds before he too kisses back with equal force. Soon enough they are having a full on make out session. Ew.

PG 13 people. PG 13.

I watch them with a solemn expression, tears pricking at the back of my eyes. I blink my eyes repeatedly to stop them from falling.

No.

"Ahem." I clear my throat in order to get their attention. And it works. They both quickly pull away from each other; realising that they were just about to take each other in the middle of the school parking lot. Brody has a look of guilt in his eyes, again. And Amelia looks like she couldn't care less that she was just about to engage in an extremely inappropriate activity in public. PDA much. However, I don't blame her. She can't really get any more naked than that.

"Oh, hey Natasha. Didn't see you there." Amelia says, a cunning smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Sure you didn't.

"Natasha-

"It was nice seeing you. I'll just be on my way now", I intervene, not giving Brody the chance to finish whatever he was saying.

Go make out with your Girlfriend.

I spin on my heel, and begin to walk towards the main gate. I half expect Brody to grab my arm and spin me around, inevitably causing me to crash into his chest as we stare into each other's eyes. But no. That doesn't happen in reality. It's a fictional thing.

I continue to walk towards the gate; stopping when I reach a few metres in front of it. I pause for a second, and spin my head around to view the spot I was previously stood in.

Brody and Amelia are no longer there, but Brody's car is. Why am I surprised. They looked like they would take each other then and there if I didn't stop them. They've probably gone to the toilets inside School to do the nasty, because they couldn't wait any longer.

Just the thought of it makes me want to throw up.

Pushing away all of my unpleasant thoughts, I grab my now fully smashed phone, and check to see if there are any messages from my Mom. I see a text notification at the top of the screen. Mom.

Mom: Hey Natasha. I can't pick you up today sweetie, you'll have to walk. Sorry. Love you lots. ❤️

Putting my phone away into my pocket, I sigh loudly; running my fingers through my long and knotty brunette hair.

I hate walking.

Zipping my coat up; I begin to stroll in the direction of my house. I guess I'd just have to suck it up.

***

I walk down the stairs lazily, making my way to my living room. I had just done three Pop Quizzes for Calculus, Two science tests, and a shit load of Math revision. I will be extremely annoyed if I don't get at least an A on each of these exams. I work my butt of.

I think it's safe to say I deserve a break.

As I step into the living room, I make my way to where the couch is situated, tiredly sitting down on top of it. I grab the remote for the TV, and switch it on. As the TV turns on, I begin to change the channel, but stop midway as the male news reporter on the screen begins to speak.

"Citizens of Westbrook. One week. One week later the destiny of this town will be decided. Nina Thorns will go on trial next week for the consecutive murders of 12 people. Thorns has not yet revealed the reason as to why she claimed those innocent lives, and the cops are doing everything to get it out of her. We would really like to know why she found it necessary to kill all of those innocent people; ruining families. The Serial killer's fate will be decided next week, and ,we here at Fox News are waiting in anticipation for the decision of the jury. We can't wait to live a fear free life, and we hope that Thorns is locked up for life, and justice is served. We hope that Westbrook is soon free of a murderer, and, judging by the amount of evidence there is against Thorns, this is inevitable. Nathan Prescott reporting to you live from Fox News. Goodnight and goodbye." The reporter finishes.

I sigh happily as I switch off the TV; throwing the remote carelessly onto the empty space beside me.

Wow.

After one whole year, the Midnight Murderer was finally going to get caught. They would finally be behind bars and Westbrook would get back its peace. All of those innocent people and their families would finally get the justice they deserved. They could finally let go.

Pushing myself off of the couch, with an optimistic attitude, I walk towards the living room door, closing it behind me as I leave the room after switching off the lights. Nearing the staircase, I let out a loud yawn; fatigue and exhaustion taking over me. As I walk to the top of the stairs, I shout in the direction of my Mom's bedroom. "Mom! I'm going to bed. Goodnight!" I only reach the door of my room when I hear her reply.

"Goodnight sweetheart! Love you!" Despite my tiredness, I smile widely at her words.

Love you too Mom. Love you too.

As I enter my room, I go straight towards my bed; throwing myself onto it. I had already had a shower before, as soon as I had gotten home, and afterwards I decided to change straight into my pyjamas.

Always staying comfortable.

My mom brought dinner up to my room before when I was studying. It was really nice, amazing even. And I brushed my teeth before I went downstairs. So hygiene was all sorted.

As I lay on my bed, I think of all the events of today and yesterday. How everything changed in one night. How I went from having hope that Brody and I could be together, and that he did like me, to having no hope for it at all. I guess that's just how life works. Soon enough, after many, many minutes of just lying there, thinking, I eventually fall asleep.

Change is a roller coaster ride. You gotta embrace it with open arms.