Song: Clean Bandit-Rockabye ft. Sean Paul & Anne-Marie

Amanda

I guess the pain in my chest was too much to bear and I started to scream in my sleep, because the next thing I know is that I'm in Scott's arms shaking and hugging the life out of him, even though I don't mean to.

"Shh. Shh, it's okay. Your okay. Your with me."he said the most calmest voice that kind of made my crying die down. His arms were wrapped around me, tightly.

I was afraid that if he let go all my demons would be there waiting for me so that they could take me and drag me back down to hell, where I belong.

For some reason I could hear heart a beat beating really fast as if they were nervous.  I frowned. The closer I got to Scott the louder it got. That's is really weird.

Scott pulled away from the hug that we have been in for about five minutes and he put both of his hands on both sides of my face, wiping my tears away with his thumb.

While we were sharing eye contact there was something in Scott's and the way he was looking at me. I can't really describe it, but it made me feel calm.

Scott looked behind me at the window. The sun is starting to come up already.

"The suns coming up. Maybe we can get dressed and catch some breakfast and try to get to school early. So we can get your schedule and your books and I can show you to your classes."he said with his hands still on my face.

Scott then got up from his position on the bed and left the room and soon came back with my suitcase.

"Stiles and his dad brought this early this morning. It's your clothes, they said that they will bring the rest of your stuff when they find it."he said real quiet trying not to scratch at a sensitive subject.

"Thanks,"I said as he put my suitcase on the bed and turning around leaving the room with a small 'your welcome.'

I opened my suitcase and got some clothes, before I took a shower, washed my face, I don't wear makeup unless it's a special occasion. After I got out I got dressed.

I walked out the room with my phone in my hand. I had found my phone in my suitcase, thankfully. When I walked down the stairs Scott was standing there waiting on me.

We walked out the door and headed towards a green dirt bike. He gave me a black helmet while he put on his. I put it on as I got on after him.

I didn't know what to do with my arms, I mean I shouldn't be scared to hug him, that's all I have been doing since I got here, but that was, because I was sad and hurting.

I had spent much time thinking that Scott just grabbed my hands and put them around his waist. When we took off my arms around his waist and to make things worse he did a wheelie.

I let out a squeal which only made Scott chuckle. The feeling of his laugh made feel weird. My stomach did this thing and I don't want it to ever happen. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

When we got to school, I got off and took the helmet off. My hair was everywhere. It kept sticking up. Scott must have noticed that I was having trouble, because he came over putting his hands on my head trying to flatten it.

When that wild beast of a hair was tamed one last piece came up and started to stick to Scott's jacket.

When we finally got my hair together again we walked into school only to have everyone stare at me. How can this day get any worse? I guess I spoke too soon.

From far away I could hear some girls talking about me and what happened in the car accident.

'That's her. That's the girl who's family died in that car accident. She's also the one who killed her best friend. Some are saying that it was out of jealousy, because of who Rachel was dating. I mean, we all know that she had a thing for Rachel's boyfriend.'

Tears were starting to come to my eyes. Is that really what they think? Do they really believe that I could pull something off like that? Or that I wanted for that to happen?

Scott put his hand on the back of my back and rushed me to the office to get away from all the gossip. When I got my schedule we went to my first class.

It turns out that I had all the same classes with Scott except for one.

When we got to my first class I sat down next to Scott. There was this boy with blond hair and blue eyes staring at me. He was gorgeous. He had these eyes that were so blue that you felt like you were looking into the ocean. I could get lost in them all day.

"Hi. I'm Liam Dunbar."he said sticking his out for me to shake. I took his hand and we lingered there for a minute longer than we are supposed to.

He was looking into my eyes like he was in a trance. His thumb kept on rubbing the back of my hand. I don't know how, but there was a connection there.

When class started we took our hands back, I looked at Scott to see what he was doing. He was looking at Liam and I with a frown on his face. Like he was mad or confused about something.

After class I went on my own, because Scott said that he needed to talk to Stiles and a few other people about something that I wouldn't understand.

I went to my locker putting my stuff in my locker and getting the things that I needed for my next class. I checked my phone for the time, only for a picture of me and my family to pop up. I unlocked my phone and there was a picture of Rachel and I on her birthday.

I smiled with tears in my eyes. I put my phone back and grabbing the stuff that I got for the next class and took in that direction.