A/N: Well, hello there lovely people. So this is the sequel to Positive - and I'm betting its terrible but the guys are pretty hot and its fun to write. I don't know how much I'll update but hopefully you'll read it. If you want me to add anything in, I will. Its not amazing but I hope you guys like it.

It Never Happened

"Kiss my ass." Phoebe Fitz screamed into the night, as her and her three other best friends came stumbling out the college bar. Her brown, curly hair blowing about in the wind. The girls all giggled, as Sophie Cavanaugh unlocked her Prius.

"Should we even be driving?" Sophie Cavanaugh asked, yanking her car door open. Her blue eyes shining in the dark night.

"Doesn't matter." Bella Rivers shouted, and crawled in the back seat, not trying to break her perfectly manicured nails.

"Start the car." Ellie St. Germain said, rubbing her brown eyes. Sophie clumsily reversed out of the parking space, and did a sharp turn out of the car park. "Alright girls, I think that was an amazing way to celebrate the last day of summer."

"I know, getting drunk, playing games." Bella giggled.

"And dancing like idiots." Sophie said, giggling. A body slammed onto the windshield of the car, the girls screamed, and the car came to a halt, as the body catapulted off the car.

"Oh my god." Phoebe screamed, all of the girls having come to their senses, they were there with wide eyes, and open mouths. "We have to leave."

"We can't just leave him there." Ellie yelled.

"Yes, we can, Sophie, drive." Bella yelled back, and Sophie floored it, getting away from the scene as quickly as possible, as the three other girls were not driving, looked back.

"Where did he go? He couldn't have just disappeared." Phoebe shouted, whipping her head around to look everywhere, to see if the body was anywhere to be seen. But he or she wasn't.

"This never happened, alright." Sophie said, breathing in and out while she drove the car to the Fitz residence.

"It never happened." Bella said, facing the back of the passenger seat, staring blankly at it.

"It never happened." Phoebe said, looking out of the windshield.

"It never happened." Ellie replied, turning her head right to look out the window.

…

"Ugh, god. I want to die." Bella groaned, waking up, and holding her flat palm to her forehead. Bella with her blonde hair, brown eyes, and the latest clothes from her mother's boutique was the 'IT' girl of the school. The reason she was popular was that she was pretty, and that she had the latest clothes, courtesy of her mother. She had attitude, and so much sass and sarcasm that you couldn't even cut it with a knife. A grin that could break hearts, and a smirk so devilish you'd think she was thinking something naughty – it was just like her father's.

She was also dating the quarterback of the football, and was always up for the latest gossip. She even knew secrets from just eavesdropping. People in Rosewood weren't always the most careful with their secrets, nor did they have the juiciest ones.

But its high school. A high school in a town where everyone knew everybody, and it mattered what people thought of you. Apparently. Well, that's what all the teachers say, of course, except Mrs Cavanaugh, and Mrs Fields, who didn't really care how people thought of them back then.

I mean you don't live life without breaking the rules, sometimes?

Do you?

"Your face did." Phoebe said, giggling, a cup of coffee in her hands. Bella searched for a mirror over the massacre of pillows, beer bottles, blankets, and sleeping bags. She found one, opened it, and looked at her reflection.

"I look hideous."

"Go clean yourself up, we don't want to be looking at a monster." Ellie said, and Bella stalked off to take off her smudged make-up.

"She's not much of a morning person is she?" Sophie said, gulping down her second cup of coffee, just like her Mother. Sophie was a bit clumsy, no, scratch that, very clumsy. She hid her smarts behind humour. She was smart like her mother, very smart. A's on all her tests. She remembered she was always teased for being the smartest girl in middle school, so when high school came around, it was like a new beginning. Suddenly after a few days, she was popular. It was like a dream.

But now.

She wanted it to go away.

Not that she didn't like being popular. She liked it, in the least, she was fond of it. It was nice being the centre of attention for a bit, but after a while it got boring. I mean, come on, how interesting was a pretty girl who was funny?

"No, she's not." Phoebe said, chuckling. "Are you gonna try out for field hockey this year?" Phoebe asked Sophie.

Sophie shrugged. "Depends if I'm bothered."

"You're terrible." Ellie said.

"I'm clumsy." Sophie whined.

"You shouldn't." Bella said, coming out from the bathroom with a fresh face. "We need to go into school today, ugh, how depressing."

"Why do we need – Oh!" Sophie said, and Bella rolled her eyes. "For the timetables, right."

"Grade eleven, scary. More homework, and more pressure. Yay." Ellie said, putting a hand through her brunette hair. "I don't like school."

"No one does." Phoebe said, curling up on the sofa, stroking one of the Fitz's dogs. The family had three: Mochi, Bailey and Violet. They had got Violet during the summer and she was stunning. Mochi and Bailey were Labradors and Violet was a miniature schnauzer. "Ugh, I want like five art lessons." She was always the fearless one. The one who ran across busy roads, didn't care what people thought of her, never backed down to anything. Everyone admired her for that, she liked being popular, but, she didn't even know why people bothered to talk about her life when they could be living or talking about theirs. She didn't even know why she was popular. Yes, she was pretty, but what else?

She was always more interested in art. She'd pick up a paintbrush over a credit card. She'd rather go to an art museum than a shopping mall. She was the only one at school who didn't have the latest designer clothes, she'd rather have a set of brand new paints. She was the unique one, the one that wouldn't be popular if she didn't hang out with Bella or Sophie. People talked about her behind her back, she knew that, if there was a rumour going around, there was a chance it was about her. She was different.

And she didn't care.

And no one could change who she was.

"You only like going to school because your lunch period is when Tyler does track, and then he gets sweaty, and takes off his shirt, running his hands through his hair." Bella teased.

"Well, my boyfriends a senior now, and our timetables have changed. No fun." Phoebe whined. "I can't see his chest now."

"His six pack is shit, soz." Ellie said.

"Eh, but it's a six pack." Phoebe shrugged. "And he's a bad boy, and I find that really hot."

"And you know what happens with bad boys." Sophie said, and Phoebe rolled her eyes. Sophie had this thing about Tyler. She didn't want Phoebe hurt, and she knew that's what bad boys did, she knew Tyler would end up hurting her one way or another, and Sophie didn't want that to happen. She didn't want Phoebe to get hurt the same way she did. Before the summer, Sophie's boyfriend of one and a half years had broken up with her, leaving Sophie absolutely crushed. Taking the whole summer to pull herself back together sounded easier than it actually was. She planned to try and not to fall apart when she saw him with his chocolate brown orbs and his crooked smile.

She planned not to look at him in the hallways with his new girlfriend who was prettier than her.

But it was hard just deleting the pictures of him and her on her phone.

"I know, but its Tyler, he's different once you get to know him, I love him." Phoebe said.

"Okay." Sophie said. "I trust you, just not him."

"Yeah, I've all heard it all before." Phoebe teased Sophie. "Anyways, Bella, how's your boy toy?"

"Wanting to have sex." Bella said. "Per usual."

"Horny little bastard." Ellie said, and the four girls chuckled. "Anyways, I thought, you liked him."

"I don't know anymore." Bella said, "he's been different this summer, he wants it, he's trying to make it happen, instead of it just happening like that, out of the blue. I don't want it planned."

"Ooh, do we see a break up on the horizon?" Sophie asked, and Bella shrugged.

"I don't know, I might wanna give him another chance, see if he changes, he might." Bella paused, chewing her bottom lip. "What about you, looking for a new romance?"

"Not after I just pulled myself back together." Sophie said. "That took long enough, I'm gonna be single for the next two years."

"Really, cause that's no fun." Phoebe said. "What about a fling?"

"No!" Sophie insisted.

"Okay." Phoebe said, holding her hands up in mock surrender.

"In other news, do you guys remember last night?" Bella asked. "I mean, in the least we should check the news."

Ellie sighed, Phoebe moaned, and Sophie flopped on the floor. Phoebe grabbed the remote, and turned on the news. The four watched the news for five minutes, eagerly waiting to see if a dead body on the news showed up.

And thankfully it didn't.

"Oh, thank god." Ellie muttered.

"We'd be in deep trouble if they found it out." Bella murmured.

"I don't even wanna think about it." Phoebe whispered, under her breath, obviously with disgust.

"It never happened." Sophie said with a straight face. "It never happened."

The four phones beeped, buzzed, chimed, and rang. The four girls exchanged worried glances. The reporters may haven't gotten a hold of the story, but that doesn't mean that someone else hadn't. It was Rosewood, and everyone was willing to get their hands on a dark secret.

"I know what you did. The truth will soon radiate from you, bitches. Or maybe me –A." The four girls all said.

…

"Ugh." Bella said, frowning as she looked up at the big white building which seemed like jail, but in other words known as high school. "I don't like it."

"No one does." Ellie said, not even looking forward to the next school year. She didn't like school, nor did she like the pressure of it. Behind it all, behind her pretending of acting like everything is fine, she wasn't okay. She so wasn't. She felt ugly. She felt like she needed to be perfect. She felt like she needed to get everything right, and when she got things wrong, it just made her feel like crap. Seeing her friends, was the only highlight of the school day, the other parts was just shit – well except Football and Swimming which actually made her feel okay.

"I wanna see the new art room, apparently it's been re-done, so if I go missing, I won't have been murdered." Phoebe said.

"Okay, let's prepare for hell." Sophie said, and started walking up the steps. Phoebe, Ellie and Bella followed her, and they walked to the cafeteria, and queued up for their timetables. Phoebe looked at what teacher who was giving Phoebe her timetable, and saw it was her Aunt Spencer.

"Oh god, you?" Spencer teased. "How was your sleepover? Any hangovers?"

"Surprisingly no, we were good girls." Phoebe said, smiling. "What do I have?"

"Lucky for you, you've got Frenc h with me, PE with Emily, and your favourite art teacher."

Phoebe sighed. "Emily for PE. That's the worst, I can't bunk."

"I'm sure she'll let you off sometimes." Spencer said, with a wink.

"Well especially when my legs aren't working."

"This is why I don't like you." Spencer said, laughing, and Phoebe chuckled.

…

"Happy with your timetable?" A good looking guy said, coming up to Bella who was leaning against a wall, scouring the cafeteria for her boyfriend. Phoebe was off in the art block, Ellie was catching up with some of the people on the soccer team, and Sophie was avoiding Dave – her ex-boyfriend. Leaving Bella, leaning against a wall, searching for her boyfriend, Brad.

Bella looked him up and down. "I haven't seen you before." Bella said, turning to lean against the wall and face him.

"I'm a newbie."

Bella chuckled. "Trying to make friends with a pretty girl, because she's probably popular, and you would be straight in because you're good looking."

"No," he paused. "Trying to make a friend who I might be able to talk to for the next two months, and I think you being pretty is just good ol' bonus."

"You're leaving in two months?" Bella inquired.

"Ah, I move around a lot."

"Your parents in the army? Or just your dad?"

The boy was silent for a moment, biting his lip. "Something like that." His voice broke on the last word, and he looked at the floor. "What's your name?" He asked, changing the subject, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"Bella Rivers. You?"

"Ollie Cooper."

"Alright, I'm done." A girl in a green, baggy coat said, coming up to him. Bella knew she was a year younger than her, and that she had no friends – too much attitude. She always got in trouble. What was her name again…? "Let's go." The girl said again, snapping Bella out of her slight trance.

Ollie rolled his eyes. "Come on then." He walked away, and then turned to look at Bella. "Nice meeting you. I'll see you around?"

"You'll see me around." Bella said, smiling. If anything, she was slightly disappointed he had to leave, he was nice to talk too. But, they'd be seeing each other around. Her phone quacked, signalling that she got a text.

I thought you had a boyfriend you dirty little flirt – A

…

"Ah, I knew you'd be here." Mrs Allen, the art teacher said, coming into the room.

Phoebe smiled, Mrs Allen was her favourite teacher, and Phoebe was her favourite student. "I heard it was re-done. I like it, I do."

"That's good," the teacher pointed to a painting. "That's yours."

"I've noticed." Phoebe looked the room over once more before turning back to her teacher. "What are we doing this year?"

"Well, you, are doing other things from the class, unless you don't want to, that is?"

"No, I wanna do different things."

Mrs Allen smiled. "Well, there's this competition in Philly, and the theme this year is family and movies. Old movies, new movies, black and white movies. I think you'd be the one for the job. You'll have a desk to yourself."

Phoebe grinned. "I'd like that."

"Oh, and art club is on Friday's for two hours after school."

Phoebe nodded. "Great." Her phone beeped, and she grabbed it out of her bag quickly, thinking it maybe Tyler. She breathed in when she saw who it was from.

Maybe you should do Fast and Furious, you did kill him with a car? –A

"Is there a prize of anything?" Phoebe asked, tearing her eyes away from her phone, and shoving it into her jacket pocket.

"Fifteen thousand, its all over America, they travel to different states every year." Mrs Allen said.

Phoebe grinned. "You know what," she paused, looking at her painting, "I'm gonna win it!"

…

Sophie walked the corridors, trying to find Jamie, her best guy friend. Without watching where she was going, she bumped into a guy with a broad chest, making her stumble back, and fall over.

He chuckled. "You alright there Soph?" Dave asked, chuckling.

Sophie grunted.

So much for her plan to try and avoid him.

She waved away his hand, offering her his help, and got up on her own. She brushed herself off, and smiled at him. "Hey Dave."

"Hey, typical you, huh?"

Sophie laughed dryly. "Typical me." She felt her throat close up. "I've got to go, Bella's probably waiting for me."

Dave nodded slowly, and Sophie forced herself to smile as she walked away. She made a B-line towards the girl's bathroom, walked into a stool, and leaned against the door, breathing heavily.

You aren't his princess, get over yourself. You're a plain high school girl, wait, you're not plain, you murdered someone, didn't you? –A

…

Ellie walked around school, setting herself a target. To try and not break down this year. To try and not be depressed this year. To try and not let herself be affected by those judgy, little assholes who think they know you.

She knew it wasn't going to happen.

But, it was worth a try.

Wasn't it?

Ellie sighed, and continued walking the halls. She'd just caught up with her friends from the soccer team, and now, was walking around school. She thought she'd enjoy school, but Ellie figured out it tests your memory rather than her intelligence, it tested her patience, and tests her ability to keep calm and not slap a bitch. She's perfectly content with doing work and learning for six hours a day, but her disdain arises when homework is added, and its honestly so stressful, and she would be much happier is she could just go to school for six hours, and then come home and actually feel good, for one. But then there was the pressure. The pressure of being perfect. And she could live her life without deadlines and assignments looming over her.

She just wanted a drink sometimes. Take the edge of things. Make her forget a bit. But drinking is temporary. It comes back. More painful than the last time.

Her phone beeped, and she checked it.

Don't be stealing vodka any time soon, you might pour out your secrets like that guy you ran over poured out his blood –A

AN: Hope you liked it, review if you'd like to see more because I don't know if this is good or not x

Bye lovelies x