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We haven't talked.

In months.

I don't mind

Okay I do. It sucks. A lot. But life goes on and sometimes the people you care about are the ones that you have to let go. I learned that the hard way I suppose.

I just miss him you know? How can't you miss someone like him? But he begged me to stay away. "Please" he pleaded and I complied, even though every inch of me screamed "No, I'm not staying away."

I cried that night for the first time since I was 9 I think; that was also the year I had just learned my dad had been killed. I don't want to get into that though. I cried and i slammed my fist against my bedroom wall. Both times.

I thought I broke the wall.

I didn't.

I kind of wish I did though.

My mom just came into my room, pulled me into her warm body and kissed my head the same way she did when my father was killed. She hushed me softly and said "One day it'll make sense, I promise" and I believed her.

I didn't know how it would make sense but I believed it would.

It was a weird feeling going back to high school today. Part of me wanted it to start and the other part of me didn't. I had left Beacon Hills for a beautiful island where I spent my summer vacation with my mother's parent in a small cottage down by the sea. It was my home away from home.

And when I was just laying on my back in the water and drowning out the sounds of the islanders, I felt at ease. It was peaceful just listening to my steady heartbeat. It was like my body just blended into the water and I felt at one with everything.

Now it was back to high school. Not exactly a 'fun' transition.

Don't get me wrong though. I'm a very optimistic person and very positive in fact. Heck, I got an award for being the happy go-lucky kid in my middle school. But just thinking about the past 6 months gets me sad. Life's changed a lot and I'm not a big fan of change. Especially when it's bad change. Then again is change ever good?

"Honey, breakfast is ready."

My mother's angelic voice stirred me from my thoughts and back to reality.

"Coming Mama" I shouted while pulling a plain, red t shirt over my head.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled - a real smile. Over the course of the summer, my brown hair had gotten lighter so now it was a golden brown and my complexion had darkened a little to a sunny olive skin tone. And when I looked at my eyes in the mirror, they looked different. Happier. Brighter.

"Too plain." I mumbled to myself. I pulled the red shirt off of me and looked into my closet. Since it was the first day of school, I wanted to dress nicely and then maybe for the rest of the year just coming in my pajamas wouldn't be a bad idea. I think everyone in my school had that mindset.

A grey flowy tank-top caught my eye and I grabbed it and pulled it over my head. It was a gentle grey-ish silver color with silhouettes of three small birds on the bottom right corner flying upwards. I grabbed a pair of denim shorts and easily pulled them on, before beginning to put on my white converse.

"Honey!" My mom yelled a bit louder this time.

I grabbed my book bag and ran out the room and down the stairs. My mom was standing in the kitchen, reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of green tea. I kissed her on the cheek, as I set my book bag down and started eating breakfast.

"So first day of school, huh?"

In between mouthfuls of my spinach omelette, I tried to sputter out a yes. That didn't work so I settled on nodding my head up and down.

"Any cute boys this year?" she said slyly, peering over her newspaper.

I almost choked on my food. "Considering the fact that I tower over half the school's population and no one seems to be interested in talking to me anymore, I'd say a big large N-O is the answer." I was only a few inches shy of being 6 feet tall and I found that a lot of guys were intimidated by my height.

Oh well.

"Baby, don't say that. I, for one, think you're going to have a good day. A great day. I promise." She smiled at me and did a silly face right after that which caused me to smile and laugh. Yet the way she had said that and her tone...something was definitely up but I chose not to question her about it.

"You're right you kn-"

"I always am" she smugly replied as she took a sip of her tea. "Always."

Yet as I looked up at the Beacon Hills High School sign and took in the huge school itself, I felt overwhelmed. This morning's conversation had settled my nerves and I was excited to go back, but now seeing the school up front and personal, the excitement wore away.

I squeezed the straps of my book bag and took in one final breath. As I reached for the door handle, someone else's hand reached for it too and they opened the door, allowing me to go first. I looked up and could feel heat rising to my cheeks as some new cute boy grinned at me.

"Thanks" I mumbled, as I entered the school.

"No problem" he said, smiling again as he entered right behind me. "Oh I was wondering if you could help me too."

"Yeah sure. What's up?"

"I'm looking for room 201A. I'm new so I don't really know how to get around here. I thought maybe you could help me?"

He had such an innocent, child-like essence to him. Quite adorable.

"Oh well I have class in that room right now so I'll take you there" I could note the excitement in my own voice talking to the boy. I guess I was happy that someone was finally talking to me and it was a really cute boy too. The latter part made it even better.

He ran his hand through his soft brown hair and bit on his lip. "Are we going now?"

Duh. "Right, sorry. Yeah we're going, we're going."

We walked through the halls and then up the stairs. And all throughout our way to the classroom, I could feel the stares of everyone. And I wasn't exaggerating. I saw people glancing and talking; Mindy and Cathy eyed me up and down and Bryan raised his eyebrows. I wasn't sure if the stares were good or bad but I decided not to let them affect me. I was tired of letting things get to me too much.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"Sa-"

"Take a seat please. You too sir" Mrs. Hess, the Science teacher said as we walked inside the classroom. She didn't even recognize me despite the fact that I came to her after school tutoring sessions almost every day last year. She even got me a small gift at the end of the year as she had found me to be her favorite student.

Wow, I guess things had changed.

Packed. It was all packed. Well with the exception of a few seats. I could feel all eyes on me. My throat got dry and my chest got tight. I saw a seat in the middle row, third one from the front and motioned for the boy to follow me. As I sat down, a few of the guys behind me moved up a seat each. Turning around, I looked at them all in confusion and watched as each of them gave me a wink.

Um okay...

I gave a sympathetic look to the boy, shrugging my shoulders as I watched him sit down in a seat near the window, shaking his head and mouthing "It's alright", before settling into his seat.

"So today class, we will be talking about our plans for the year in terms of homework, assignments and projects. There will be -"

"Psst."

I turned around and raised my eyebrows. "Yeah?"

I remembered him. Bryan, a random jock on the lacrosse team from last year who tripped me in the cafeteria.

Twice.

Asshole.

"So I was thinking you and me, me and yo-"

I didn't bother listening to him anymore. I turned around in my seat.

Jerk.

"I will be assigning a project tomorrow which will be due in a few weeks time. I will be picking the groups as well."

Half the class groaned.

I scribbled some notes down just for the heck of it when I noticed something out of the corner of my right eye. Not something, someone. My heartbeat picked up.

"I'm going to call out attendance so make sure you are listening for your name."

"Lora Asfor" Mrs. Hess said aloud. A girl in the first row raised her hand.

As she continued down the list, I eventually found out the cute boy's name that had held the door open for me - Matthew Henz. It fit him quite well.

"Stilinski."

My breathing hitched as my earlier suspicions had come true. The boy to the right of me raised his hand and quickly put it back down. I turned my head ever so slightly to look at him and saw him looking back at me. I quickly looked down at my notebook and began fiddling with the pencil. It was then that I realized Mrs. Hess hadn't called my name.

I raised my hand. "Mrs. Hess?"

"Yes, dear?"

"You didn't call my name."

"Are you sure? I called everyone's names on the roster. Are you sure you are in this class?"

"Positive. It says so on my schedule."

"Okay darling, what's your name?"

She still didn't recognize me. No one did. Had I changed that much? Was I gone too long? Did people think I was dead?

My throat choked up and I found it hard to say my name. The whole class had turned around and everyone's eyes were on me. I took a deep breath. Everyone was waiting.

"I'm Samantha. Samantha Kerr."

A pencil dropped. Stiles' pencil to be exact.

"Samantha?" Mrs. Hess. "Why darling I'm so sorry. I didn't even recognize you. Why yes you are here on the roster. I seemed to have skipped you. I'm so terribly sorry."

A ghost. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Is everything alright, darling?" She asked. Her face was filled with concern.

I raised my eyebrows. 'Um no because my "best friend" hasn't talked to me in 3 months and everyone won't stop staring at me. Fine and you?'

I didn't say that though.

"It's alright Mrs. Hess" I said softly before looking down at my notebook to block out the class. I could hear everyone beginning to chatter. I heard the 'No way that's her', 'I love her top', and my personal favorite 'I thought she died'.

Bryan leaned over to his friend on his left and tried to whisper but failed miserably. "Shit, she got hot."

I smiled to myself then I realized it was Bryan who said that and my smile turned into a grimace. Well this day was certainly going to be interesting.

I remembered the pencil was still on the floor and leaned over and grabbed it, reaching over and putting it on Stiles' desk.

"Thanks" he mumbled, not even making eye contact.

That actually hurt. He didn't even want to look at me or say my name. You would think he would care somewhat considering the fact a few months ago he was holding me tight by the shoulders and begging me to 'Stay away'.

Alright.

The lunch room was packed. Everyone had their groups and it wasn't like I was going to randomly sit down and expect the group of friends to accept me. Maybe...yeah no.

I made my way over to the library and took a seat at a small, wooden table with 4 chairs. The library wasn't packed as no one was in need of studying just yet - it was the first day of school after all.

First period Science had gone by fairly fast. People still turned around and gave me looks but I had gotten more used to it by the end of the period. English was English. Stiles was in that class too, of course. And as for Math, I sat behind Lydia and to the left of Allison who both didn't notice me either.

I pinched myself a few times to see if I had been dreaming. 1. I hurt myself. 2. I wasn't dreaming.

But I still couldn't understand why no one had noticed me. It's not like I was invisible.

As I settled my books down, I noticed someone sit across from me.

I looked up and recognized the familiar face. "Hey Matthew"

"Hey Samantha! You don't mind if I sit here, right? 'Cause if you do I can totally sit somewhere else or fi-"

I laughed softly. He was a cutie. "No, I don't mind at all. Please sit and call me Sam. Samantha makes me feel like I'm an old lady or some business woman."

We both sat down and I watched him open up his bag and take out a trigonometry textbook. "Ah trig. Good luck with that."

"I can't wait! That was sarcasm by the way."

"I figured." We laughed. "I didn't like trig. at all. I kind of slept in that class all year."

"That's gonna be me this year but my parents are hounding on me to do well so I think I'll sleep in here instead."

"Right. How do you like the school so far?" I asked, interested to see what he thought about it.

"It's nice so far. My old school was okay, but there were always a lot of fights and weird things happening. This doesn't happen here too often, does it?"

Irony.

I bit my lip and lied. "Yeah no, this is a really safe school. Weird things happen here once in a full moon. I mean blue moon."

"Well that's good then," he commented.

I smiled at him again and pulled out my English notebook. Mr. Itzin had already assigned our class a typical "What did you do over summer vacation?" essay due tomorrow. I figured starting on it now would cut down the time I'd have to do it at home so maybe I could go out tonight.

"Itzin's essay?" Matthew pointed out.

"Yeah. I figure if I start now, I'll save myself the time at home." I explained as I started to write down my heading.

"I would start now but I have to do a whole page of trig. problems already" he replied, opening up the trig textbook to a whole page of 30 or so problems.

"Wow I'm sorry for you, my friend. My deepest condolences go out to you."

"I'm glad my mom's a math professor or else I'd probably be sitting here close to tears." he joked.

"That was me last year. If you want, I still have an extra box of tissues, especially for trig, saved at home."

He chuckled and rubbed his rosy cheek, "Nah I think I'm good. Thanks though."

He was cute. Really cute. He reminded me of - never mind. But he was cute. He had soft brown hair and these striking blue icy eyes. His cheeks were a soft pink hue and his nose was dusted in small freckles. He wore a blue shirt with some sort of symbol on it and a few bracelets around his wrist.

'I should stop staring' I reminded myself.

He leaned over, ushering me to lean in too with his finger. And so I did. Our faces were a few centimeters apart. "Do people always stare at you?"

"What?"

He licked his lips. "We've been sitting here for the past few minutes and it's just, that ummm, a lot of people have been staring at us. Well not us, I think more or less you. Is that normal?"

"I don't know? I mean, people have been staring at me a lot today but I don't really know why. It's not like I'm a new student or something. I was gone this summer so maybe some people thought I died?" I whispered, taking glances at people across the library. He was right, they were staring at me. I watched as a group of girls passed by slowly and listened in to hear their comments.

"No way that's her. Didn't she die?" one said.

The other chimed in. "No, stupid. She didn't die if she's here. Is she going out with the new kid though. They'd be really cute together."

I blushed at that. "She should go out with him. If she doesn't I will.

Amen to the first part.

"Yeah right" A fourth one mused. "I thought she and Stiles were a thing though. What happened?"

"I don't know. Maybe he cheated on her or she cheated? Whatever the case, it doesn't seem like they're close now."

"I overheard Bryan talking to his friends this morning about how he tried asking her out but she ignored him." Another one of the girls added.

"Good for her, Bryan's a jerk."

"Uh Sam" Matthew's voice brought me back to 'reality' and as I tilted my head back to face him, I could feel the nervousness once again set into my stomach. Our faces were mere inches apart and I could see the smallest of freckles on his nose. His lips were so soft and waiting to be kissed.

"Sorry, I was just uh listening to those girls to see why they were staring."

He leaned back into his chair, as did I. "You mean the girls all the way over there? You must have good hearing then."

I looked at where he was looking. They were near the other side of the library, about to head out the doors. "Wow um I guess I do have good hearing?"

It came out more like a question as I sat back down in my seat and pondered.

"And as for the people thinking you died, I'm glad you didn't."

I looked up at him and he blushed. "Yeah, me too."

"Stiles, are you serious?"

"What?" he exclaimed, biting on his nails fervently.

"It's been 3 months since the incident. She's safe. Why don't you talk to her again?" Scott motioned to Sam sitting at the table. "I miss talking to her and I know for a fact you miss her too."

"I do not" Stiles mumbled, pacing back and forth.

"It's driving you mad, isn't it?"

Stiles stopped pacing and looked at Scott. "What is?"

Scott smirked and looked over at the table. "The fact that she's sitting with someone, a guy, that's making her smile and it isn't you."

"Shut up." Stiles muttered, resuming his pacing.

"Why don't you talk to her? She's not going to hurt you. I'm sure she's upset but she has to understand what happened."

"That's the thing dude, I can't talk to her. You should've seen her that night I told her to stay away. And when I let go of her body, I could see the way she stiffened and her eyes got so cold, I felt shivers up and down my body. I ruined her."

"Stiles" Scott said softly, placing his hand on his friends' shoulder. "You didn't ruin her. The accident, it wasn't your fault."

"Screw the accident, it's not that. It's just telling her to stay away and leaving her all alone, that's my fault. I shouldn't have done that."

"You were only protecting her" Scott pointed out.

"I could've done it better. I could've stayed with her or held her and not let go." Stiles stared at the ground.

"Oh hey Sam" Scott exclaimed. Stiles' neck shot up so fast he could've gotten whiplash.

She listened to him and stayed away.

Now she was back.

Note: I have a tendency to start writing stories or fics and get very discouraged so here's to hoping I don't do that this time. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day :o)