"Bella!" The voice yelled, fear in its voice. I looked around the dark room terrified of what I might find. My body grew warmer and my eyes began to water. There was nothing, just an empty black room. Suddenly I stopped. I knew I wasn't alone, I could hear the faint footsteps from the corner. I turned and turned looking for something, anything. I froze when I saw a pair of golden eyes staring at me through the darkness. I held my breath ready to scream as it slowly crept closer.

"Bella!" My head darted up at the sound of Mr. Reeler's voice. I looked around and realized that I had fallen asleep in math.

"Are you okay Bella?" He was now standing beside my desk crouched down. I nodded my head in response.

"Yeah. I haven't been feeling well that's all," He patted my shoulder and walked back to the front of the room. I propped my right elbow up on my desk and placed my head in my hand. This nightmare seemed to get worse every night. The strange thing was that no matter how frightened I was I could never build up the urge to scream. It was as if I wasn't expecting anything to happen.

The bell rang and I snapped out of my daze. I quickly packed my things up and moved silently towards the back door, not wanting to attract attention from Mr. Reeler. I knew he would have something to say and many questions to ask. Questions I had no desire to answer.

I walked towards my truck avoiding eye contact with everyone. All I wanted was to leave, to get away.

"Why in such a hurry Bella?" I stopped and groaned recognizing that terribly annoying voice. I turned to my left, now facing Gretchen Berkeley. She was such a bitch and to tell you the truth I really believed all those rumors about her being a whore as well.

"What do you want to waste my time with today Gretchen?" I asked frustrated. Gretchen smiled her devilish grin and stepped closer.

"I just wanted to know if you were going to ask Jason out?" I rolled my eyes.

"No, he's all yours," I simply replied and began walking towards my truck again.

"Oh, so he's not interested?" She continued. I gave up; this wasn't going to end until she was satisfied.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Because I know the answer already, he is interested in you. I'm just making sure you get to stay the hell away from him," I almost laughed. She was actually going to attempt at threatening me.

"And if I don't?" I egged on. I was tempted to start something. She stepped even closer and put her head next to mine.

"I'll kill you," She whispered. A smile stretched across my face. She looked at me confused and almost angry.

"What are you smiling about?" She asked curiously. I shook my head.

"You are so pathetic sometimes," I turned around ready to walk away until I felt a hand tangle itself in my long dark mahogany hair. I quickly reacted. My fist clenched and met Gretchen's face in less then 3 seconds. I was soon on top of her, continuing the punching while her arms flailed at me.

"Break it up!" I heard as someone's arms were placed under me and I was pulled off of Gretchen who was still kicking and screaming.

"Don't you ever attack me again!" I looked up at who had my arms and there I knew I was in trouble, for the look on the Chief Berkeley's face was angry and most definitely unhappy.