Hello to our new and old readers. Just going to start off by saying that this is a collaboration piece with my good friend PC 608. We had originally posted 3 FULL chapters that each ranged between 20k to 25k words. We both discussed and felt that that was TOO much at one time. So we are going to be posting the first three chapters again but in parts. So for the new readers you can totally disregard this explanation but for our readers who have been here since the beginning. We didn't want to confuse you all. Thank you for reading this incredibly long and boring authors' note.

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Summary

Autumn Monroe, resident queen bee and bitch, comes back to Beacon Hills after a much needed break to find things aren't how they used to be. For instance, she no longer runs the school as her former 'best friend' and now enemy, Lydia Martin, has taken her place. Autumn will stop at nothing to destroy Lydia's life like Lydia destroyed hers.

Gia Anderson is the new girl with high hopes for her new life in Beacon Hills. She's ready to take on life away from her overbearing family and start fresh, but things prove to be a little difficult when things start to happen around town. And she's not the only that notices. Gia and Autumn may be the unlikeliest of friends, but they will learn that not every thing about Beacon Hills is what it seems.

Dear Louie,

Well I finally did it. I took a leap of faith and moved across the country in the middle of my sophomore year to help take care of my nana. She's been begging me for ages to visit her, but it wasn't until she took a spill while trying to reach the top shelf and dislocated her hip that I finally took notice. My family, of course, pleaded with me to stay, but how could I? My nana needed me and without pop alive to take care of her; I wasn't about to repeat my father's mistakes and leave her behind. No, Gia Anderson does not leave anyone behind and she sure as hell does not run from a challenge. Yet as I passed the Beacon Hills sign earlier today, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. Not only was I in a new town, starting in a new school with all new people, but I was a new person.

I'm not in Boston anymore. I don't have three older sisters breathing down my neck trying to tell me the difference between right and wrong. I don't have a father pushing me to my breaking point because he wants me to have a better life than he did. I don't have a mother that…well I don't really have a mother at all. Being the younger and less ambitious sister to three successful lawyers has a tendency to overshadow me. I am lucky to receive a text on my birthday let alone an actual cake. However, despite all of this, I think this move to Beacon Hills is a blessing in disguise.

I am not going to fade into the background this time. I'm going to make an effort to have friends and I'm going to live up my time away from home. This is a new period in my life and you can bet your ass, I'm going to make it worth it.

Sincerely,

The black sheep

Lonely Is The Night

Part One

I close my notebook with a sigh and shove it in its new hiding place under my mattress. After hours of unpacking and organizing my belongings, I'm finally done and ready to explore the little town of Beacon Hills. I jump up from my bed and go straight to my closet where I grab the first pair of jeans I see and a plain grey V-neck. I strip down and quickly replace those clothes with my pajamas before grabbing my chucks on the way out the door.

"Hey nana, where are you?" I yell barreling down the steps while throwing my long dark hair into a messy bun.

"In the kitchen," she calls back drawing me right to her. I find her huddled around the kitchen table with a Sudoku puzzle sprawled in front of her. I smile warmly at the look of pure concentration on her face as she mutters quietly to herself. "They think they are so clever," she frowns writing in a number.

"Be careful all that frowning will give you wrinkles," I grin taking the open seat beside her. She glances up at me over her glasses a soft twinkle in her brown eyes.

"I think it's a little late for that honey," she laughs the crinkles around her eyes deepening. Nana is an attractive woman in her early sixties with long grey hair and a slender build much like myself. My father always told me I resembled nana the most out of all my sisters. I think it's one of the reasons her and me are so close.

"Oh please, your beauty is timeless nans." I smile leaning into her touch when she cups my face affectionately.

"I'm so glad you're here Gia," she beams her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Aw don't cry," I smile grabbing her hands in mine. She shakes her head wiping away the tears as she laughs to herself.

"Oh don't mind me; I'm just an emotional old lady." She sighs running her eyes over my attire. "Are you going out?"

"Yeah I thought I'd get the lay of the land before school tomorrow. Is that okay with you?" I ask out of respect as she quickly shakes her head yes.

"Of course dear, just be careful." She warns reaching over to give me a peck on the cheek. "You have a key to get inside, right?"

"Yeah, I'm all set." I nod standing and walking towards the front door. "I love you nana!" I call waiting until I hear her say it back before I shut the door behind me.

I clutched onto my 'A' gold pendant Dad had given me the last day in rehab. I brought the pendent to my mouth kissed it and with a sigh I walked down the cherry wooden stairwell down to the foyer. I unexpectedly felt lonely as I glanced around the house. The high ceilings, the open space filled with contemporary furniture, and of course every room was hollow. There was absolutely no one home and it seemed like that was a regular occurrence. Since I had arrived back into Beacon Hills from the sunny rehab center in Tennessee I had come to realize Dad was hardly ever home; and if he was he kept himself locked in his study. The only person who seemed to occupy the house more than myself was Olga. She wasn't with us before but since I'd arrived it seemed like Dad hired her to keep an eye on me. Olga was a nice older woman with a strong Russian accent that was a bit hard to understand; but after a week I've kind of gotten used to it.

I grabbed my keys to my brand new BMW M3 midnight blue convertible. The bribe gift Dad had given me for my attendance and continued attendance to the therapy with Dr. Meads whom I loathed. I was better I didn't need to speak to her about 'how I was feeling'. I was fine as long as I took my meds and kept myself on the diet plan. I will be okay. I am 'okay', most days. I don't need some nosy bitch telling me if I'm fine or not, but of course dad and my old doctor from rehab, Dr. Helens, think that I do. So she referred me to Dr. Meads aka Stick up her ass, and she lives up to the name perfectly. I hated women like her who felt as if every word I said was just teenage angst and didn't mean a God damn thing.

I grabbed my grey knit sweater coat and pulled it over my burgundy dress and headed out the door. The air was cold and chilly and I pulled my coat tighter around myself. I was so grateful that I'd remembered to pull the top on the car. I turned on the car blasted the heater and pulled out of my driveway. The sound of heater blaring in my car was driving me insane. So, I pushed the button to turn on the radio and suddenly an annoying over played Pop song began blaring. I rolled my eyes at the music of the newest teen heart throb, and couldn't understand how girls found a whiny voice attractive. Now I could understand if it was Tom Petty, U2, Fleetwood Mac, or R.E.M. that was blaring the radio stations and making all the kids go wild. Now that was music.

I was about to change the station when my phone beeped signaling a message. I looked down for moment to see it was from Dad. I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone at his lame excuse for not being home. Just as I looked up back at the road a figure crouched down on all fours ran in front of my car. I swerved to avoid hitting it and I was freaked when I caught a glimpse of a boy. I couldn't really see his features because they looked a bit distorted. I immediately pressed on the brakes to see him run inhumanly fast on all fours. I gripped my steering wheel with sheer force causing my knuckles to become white with my death grip.

A knock erupted from my window and I jumped with fear. I turned to see Danny standing there looking at me with a worried expression. I let go of the steering wheel slowly and shakily opened the door and stepped out.

"Autumn, you okay?" Danny asked as he gently grabbed my shoulder.

"Y-y-yeah. I think so…Ugh…did you…did you see that?" I asked with uncertainty.

"No I didn't but it probably was a Mountain Lion. We've been getting those a lot lately." Danny said with a small frown.

I already knew I was crazy but the meds where supposed to be helping me. I thought they were working. I'm feeling fine but now I'm hallucinating again. This wasn't good. I didn't want to tell Dad because he would surely send me back for an evaluation and I'd have to start new pills. We never know how they are going to affect me which in turn would cause me to miss a week of school. I didn't want to miss more school. I wouldn't be able to take down Lydia. The faster I moved the quicker she'd lose.

"Autumn. Hey. Autumn." Danny called out causing me to break out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I said as I looked up at the most gorgeous gay boy I'd ever encountered and that is saying a lot.

"Are you sure you're all right?" His tone was clearly filled with worry.

"Yeah, totally, but I think I should be getting back home." Danny smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"I missed you." He whispered into my hair. I smiled and hugged Danny back instantly. "It hasn't been the same without you." I pulled back and squeezed Danny's forearm gently.

"Me too, DanDan." I said with a big smile. Truth was I had missed Danny. He was my partner in our group. Especially, after Lydia and Jackson began dating. Danny and I seemed to click better too, but I guess it was because we didn't view each other as competition. Whereas Lydia and I, did.

"Before you think that I'm going to bombard you with questions I'm not." My smile became smaller but I nodded my head in understanding. "You can come talk to me when you are ready. No pressure." Danny said with a small smile and then leant down and kissed my cheek.

"See you tomorrow." Danny and I waved our goodbyes as I got into my car.

I inhaled a huge breath and exhaled it shakily.

"I can't go to an empty home." I said to myself.

If I had to describe Beacon Hills in one word it would have to be small and just a tad boring. However, I was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts so my opinion could be argued as biased. But as I walk through the empty streets that back home would be crawling with people at this time, I can honestly say it's not so bad. I remember my father speaking of his hometown with such disdain, but then again he spoke about everything in his old life with scorn.

I try to be a little more open-minded in the circumstances I'm thrust into. There's no point in making a bad situation worse with a crappy attitude. At least, that's my motto. I kick a rock with my foot as I turn the corner into what I assume to be the wealthy neighborhood. The houses are larger and the streets are quieter making me feel like I shouldn't be here. That doesn't stop me from continuing down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace. Though, a shrill shriek in the night does have me pausing in confusion.

"Mom!" I jerk my head up at the house next to me expecting to find the source of the screaming, however, I find a naked boy instead. He's managed to flatten himself against the siding of the roof as he peers worriedly at the open window. Boxers are the only thing covering his otherwise exposed skin while his clothes dangle uselessly between his fingers. It takes me a moment to collect my bearings, but when I do I can't help the giggle that escapes my lips.

"You there!" I sober up quickly though as a woman sticks her head out the window glaring down at me. She has short red hair and a no nonsense attitude that has me instinctively straightening my shoulders.

"Yes ma'am?" I call feeling like I'm sitting in on one of my sister's court cases instead of standing in the middle of the street.

"Have you seen a young man running around here? Dark curly hair, tan skin, puppy dog eyes," she describes the boy hiding on her roof to a T. But as my eyes slide to his and our gazes lock together, I don't have it in me to rat on him.

"No I haven't, I'm sorry." I apologize as a fake smile curls her lips.

"It's quite alright, thank you." She snaps closing the window and drawing the curtains. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding as I look to where the boy had been earlier. I find the space empty with no signs he had ever been there. I draw my eyebrows together in confusion as I shrug it off and start my long walk home.

I climbed over the iron fence of the cemetery gates and jumped down with a small grunt escaping my lips as my feet hit the ground.

"Good thing I didn't wear heels today." I whispered to myself as I looked down at my dark brown knee high length boots. I glanced around to notice that it was really dark and the moon wasn't casting enough light. So, I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight in hopes of guiding myself without incident. I began my mindless unplanned trek through the cemetery. I kept wondering to myself if people would have visited me if I'd had died like I'd planned.

"I guess I'll never know." I whispered out.

I continued down a path as I looked down at gravestones, some were old, ancient even, while others were new possibly as fresh as today. I came upon one that just read 'Diana' no dates, no words just a name. I stared at it for God knows how long feeling a bit of a connection between the two of us.

"Hey!" A voice startled me causing me to yell out as I jumped in a start. I turned around to see an extremely tall guy coming toward me. "Y-y-you're not supposed t-t-to be in here, cemetery's c-c-closed." He stuttered out as he approached me. I decided to walk toward the guy. If he stuttered how harmful could he be?

"Yeah, I know. That's kind of the whole point." I said in my ever so present confident tone as I walked toward him. Once I'd reached him I came to see perfect blue eyes staring at me in recognition. He was from my school. I'd seen him around before. He was one of many tortured by Jackson. He had a nickname for him but I couldn't remember.

"Um…I…uh…." He scampered for words as I stared at him with a small smirk on my lips. He placed a hand on the back of his neck rubbing it nervously. He looked really cute doing that and I couldn't help the small chuckle that came out of my mouth.

"You're back. I didn't think you'd ever come back." He finally said and I was taken aback by how wistful his words sounded. Now, it was my turn to be lost for words. We stood staring at each other for a few seconds until I finally got my voice back.

"Do we know each other?" I feigned as I brushed back my long blonde hair. The guy's eyes dropped down and I instantly felt terrible. I didn't mean to hurt him, I didn't even know him, couldn't even remember his name.

"Not really. I go to Beacon Hills High, too. I know you though. You're Autumn Monroe and you were nice to me once." His eyes were casted down looking at his feet. "The only time we ever spoke you were nice to me. I'm Isaac, Isaac Lahey." Once the name left his mouth I remembered him instantly. I now understood why I couldn't quiet put my finger on him. He'd hit a growth spurt and left his baby face behind him. He peeked up at me and must have seen my face register who he was because he gave me a small smile.

"You were the boy who asked Lydia out but couldn't quite finish your sentence. I remember, now. She told you to call her when the bike you rode had an engine and then laughed at you." Just another reminder as to why I needed to take her down. Isaac's face turned scarlet.

"Yeah, and you told her-"

"That she'd ride anything with a stick shift. That caused a huge argument between her and Jackson." I let out a laugh at the memory of Lydia's angered face that I'd outed her, in a not so subtle way that she hadn't just been with Jackson.

"You then said that a bike shouldn't determine if a girl liked me or not. It should be my eyes. You said w-w-who couldn't f-f-fall for those g-g-gems." He stuttered the last part out. I chuckled and remember how cherry red his cheeks had turned.

"I still stand by what I said." I said with a small smile. I really had great advice because damn were those eyes so damn beautiful. That's when I noticed the huge shiner on his face.

"How'd you get the shiner, Rocky?" I asked playful. Isaac's hand instantly went to his eye. His face suddenly looked saddened and horrified.

"Uh…lacrosse." Isaac quickly replied. I arched my eyebrow and took in his body language and realized he was lying. The nervous twitch that took residence in his hands and the way he couldn't look at me. Spent enough time with the crazies to know when people are lying.

"Ooo…you play lacrosse?" I perked up my voice to let him know I wasn't going to pry. Everyone has their secrets. I should know.

"Yeah, I'm not tha-"Isaac suddenly quieted and pulled my hand into his. "Did you hear that?" His voice was no louder than a whisper. I looked up at him confused as to why he was acting this way. Suddenly I heard shuffling noises as if something large was running our way. Isaac held onto my small hand tightly and began to run.

"Come on." Isaac whispered as he pulled me along. I kept looking around as we ran forward and suddenly two bright lights were ahead of us. The shuffling was getting louder and my heart began to beat rapidly in fear. We came upon a backhoe and Isaac began climbing never letting go of my hand. He sat down and pulled me on top of him. Which wasn't a hard fit considering I'm a very small girl no taller than five foot two.

"What is that?" I asked as the shuffling was now around us.

"I don't know."

Isaac grabbed on to the gears and moved us around to follow the noise. Out of nowhere we see a shadow dart across us from the side and Isaac instantly turns us toward the figure. Then suddenly the scariest looking hand grabs onto the grave and I see it has claws.

"Oh, holy hell."

"The hell is that."

Isaac and I said at the same time. The clawed hand disappeared only to leave me breathing heavily.

"Isaac, what do we do?" I asked as I looked at him and his eyes were looking at me with disbelief and shock.

"I-I-I don't…Oh..shi-" Isaac's eyes seemed to see something behind him that registered fear. Isaac unexpectedly pulled me into his arms wrapping me in a bear hug and before I can register why. Isaac and I are falling down into the grave he had been digging. I can hear the backhoe coming down just as we landed with a thud. Isaac still held me in a bear hug; and before I can react Isaac rolled onto me. Shielding my face and body from the shards of glass that fall into the grave. I can feel the tears falling down my cheeks as the fear finally takes control of me. I didn't want to die this way. If I wanted to die I was going to decide how it happened. Isaac looked at me and places his shaky hand on my cheek and with his thumb rubs off my tears.

"It's okay; I'm going to get you out of her safely, okay?" Isaac reassured me and I nodded at him through watery eyes. He slowly got up and pulled me up with him. He pulled me to a corner and I looked up to see a figure leaping over the grave. It was like the one I'd encountered earlier and I gasped.

"Oh, my god!" I whispered through shaky breathes and tears began to fall down my cheeks. "It's that thing again." Isaac pulled me into his arms and cooed me.

"It's okay Autumn. I'm just going to take a look." Isaac said as he pulled away. I grabbed on to Isaac's hand and tugged him down.

"Isaac, don't. Please. Don't. Please." I pleaded. I was deathly afraid of what was out there and what it could possibly do to us. I could feel the tears slowly making their way down my cheeks. Isaac's panicked face visibly softened and he leaned down his eyes searching mine. I couldn't help but feel lost in his blue eyes. I'd never seen eyes that beautiful. They really did look like gems.

"Shit, if I die. I want to at least have done this." Isaac's rushed words confused me and just as confusing and unexpectedly his lips are on mine.

The softness of his lips are a pleasant surprise and I suddenly find myself closing my eyes and kissing him back. The kiss is gentle and soft. I'd never been kissed that way and I had been kissed and screwed by many. That was something I wasn't proud of but it went hand in hand with my breakdown. I wasn't ever kissed like this. It was always forceful and lust driven. This one wasn't and I couldn't help but like it.

I ran a shaky hand through Isaac's curls and let myself relinquish in his kiss. Isaac's hand caressed my cheek gently and I couldn't help the small moan of contempt that left my mouth. Isaac reluctantly pulled away from me and I slowly opened my eyes to see him staring at me wide eyed. I smiled at the way his eyes were so wide with surprise and awe.

"Smooth. Real smooth, Lahey." I smiled shakily. Isaac's face was scarlet as he smiled. Digging noises suddenly filled the air and our moment was broken.

"I-I'm gonna check." Isaac began but I grabbed on to his hand.

"No. Isaac, please." I began to plead again but Isaac gave my hand a gentle squeeze and then let go. I watched him stand beside the wall of dirt and could see that he could easily pull himself about an inch or two and could see over easily. Wow, he really was extremely tall. It just wasn't because I was tiny.

Isaac gasped and fell back on to the ground. I scurried toward him and held onto his hand in fear.

"What did you see?" I asked through a shaky voice. Isaac turned to look at me and his eyes were fear struck.

He opened his mouth to answer my question but suddenly the backhoe began to be pulled up. I let out a small shriek and Isaac instantly pulled himself and I to a corner. He pulled me behind him and guarded me protectively. I grabbed onto his arm and held on tightly. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as I looked up at the backhoe I began to experience tunnel vision. Isaac looked down at me and I stared into his beautiful terror filled eyes. I felt my stomach flutter and I didn't know if it was fear or something else that was making me react this way. My vision began to get smaller and darker as I continued to stare at Isaac. He must have suspected something because before I went into to total darkness I could hear Isaac calling out my name.

"Gia! Breakfast is ready!" I hear my nana yell as I eye myself up and down in the mirror. Back home I would have never given two thoughts about what I wore to school simply because everybody was stuck up snobs. Yet as I got up this morning I found myself actually wanting to look presentable for once. So here I stand in a pair of blue jeans that hug my long legs like a glove, a burgundy spaghetti strap halter top that leaves enough wiggle room so I can breathe with a white blazer to go over the top. I have my curly brown locks pulled into a simple side pony over my left shoulder with minimal make-up covering my face. My dark brown eyes pop against the white of the blazer and the whole outfit really accentuates the little curves I have. It just might be a good day after all. "Gia!"

"I'm coming!" I yell pulling on my ratty chucks because let's face it I can't go anywhere without them. I snatch my messenger bag from the bed as I hurry down the stairs to the kitchen.

"It's about time you pulled your tookus out of bed," nana smiles warmly at her place near the counter. "You look beautiful darling," she compliments eyeing my outfit.

"Not as gorgeous as you," I sing grabbing an apple as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I have to go or I'll be late. I'll be home later, if you need anything, call me." I say giving her the eye as she waves me off.

"I will be fine. It's not like I've been taking care of myself for almost five decades or anything," she rolls her eyes playfully making me grin.

"Later nans! Love you!" I call over my shoulder as I run out the door.

"Isaac, you've got a lot of explaining to do." A man who might I say looked rather angry came stalking toward Isaac and myself. I took in how Isaac's posture visibly stiffened.

"Dad, I-I-I…it wa-"I interrupted Isaac and stood before him.

"Mr. Lahey, I presume." Isaac's father looked down at me with disdain evident behind his glasses.

"Who the hell are you? A delinquent?" His voice held pure condescendence. I crossed my arms and arched my eyebrow.

"Autumn Monroe and yes, I am a delinquent. I snuck into the cemetery and almost got killed by whatever the hell was out here." I answered truthfully. "Your son, Isaac, kept me safe." I said as I placed my hand on Isaac's arm. His father glanced down at my hand and chuckles.

"You can't be interested in my son. He is weak and you sweetheart are anything but weak." I narrow my eyes at his response. "Come on son, you could at least pick someone who isn't the towns' mental case." My eyes instantly bulge out of the sockets. I take a step toward the man with my fist itching to make a connection with his face but before I can do it.

"Autumn, sweetheart." Dad's voice comes echoing behind me. He places his hand on my shoulder. "Do we have a problem here?" Dad asks looking at Mr. Lahey with deadly eyes.

"Actually, yes. Your daughter snuck into the cemetery." Mr. Lahey looked down at me with a smirk. "So, I think I'm going to have to press charges." Dad lets go of my shoulder and walked up to Mr. Lahey clearly towering over him considering Dad is about an inch taller than Isaac. He whispered something into Mr. Lahey's ears causing him to stiffen clenching his jaw and looking at me angrily. I looked to Isaac who couldn't even look at me. I grabbed onto his arm and gave it a light squeeze causing him to finally meet my stare.

"Thank you." I mouthed to him causing Isaac's eyes to perk up in surprise.

"Miss Monroe and Mr. Lahey." Sheriff Stilinski pronounces Isaac's last name as 'La-Hey' as in hey how's it going.

"It's Lahey, Isaac Lahey." Isaac corrects Sheriff Stilinski who smiles apologetically in return.

"You work for your father Isaac?" Sheriff Stilinski looked at Isaac who was about to answer but is cut off by his asshat of a dad.

"When he's not in school. Which is where he needs to be in twenty minutes." Isaac's father's voice is over condescending and I began to understand that was his only tone of voice.

"Yeah, I understand." Sheriff looked to me and smiled.

"Autumn, can you explain why you were here tonight?"

"She was trespassing that's what she was doing." Mr. Lahey spat out not looking at me. The Sheriff rolled his eyes but looked back at the unbelievably rude man.

"Would you like to press charges?" Mr. Lahey arches his eyebrow ready to give out no doubt a yes but fortunately Dad intercedes.

"No, that won't be happening. Will it Mr. Lahey?" Dad stands tall looking at Mr. Lahey with eyes that scream 'try me'. I beam with pride as I look at Mr. Lahey who is seething with anger.

"Are we almost done here? Isaac needs to get to school." Sheriff Stilinski let out a sigh of frustration.

"I've got a missing teenage girl, and our k - 9 unit led us here. She's not wearing any clothes, and if she's out here tonight, and the temperature really drops -"

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't see anything." Isaac hastily interrupts the Sheriff.

"Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, he'd remember." Mr. Lahey chuckled annoyingly and I turned to look at him, but not before I see Isaac's terribly red embarrassed face. His eyes wouldn't meet mine and I felt myself become enraged. How dare he so coolly belittle his son.

"Oh, and as if you've seen a women off your computer screen lately. That is highly doubtful." The words dripped out my mouth with venom and I let out a dry evil sounding chuckle at the sleaze ball. Isaac's eyes looked up at me and smiled brightly a total complete opposite to his father's reaction to my words. I felt Dad's hand lay upon my shoulder protectively as Mr. Lahey watched me with his eyes in slits. He really looked like a lizard at the moment and it kind of irked me.

"You really need to get your little girl under control. She seems to be a bit crazy and unpredictable." Mr. Lahey's words once again caused me anger for his words seemed to have a double meaning. Dad took a step forward and tsk'd the man like he was a child who just stole the last cookie from the cookie jar.

"Remember Lahey, what we talked about. I don't think you'd want that to happen and if you keep speaking this way to my daughter it will." Dad's voice was eerily calm and it caused Isaac and myself to look at each other with quizzical expression on our faces. Isaac's eyes seemed to light up at the prospect of his father getting what he deserved. The Sheriff cleared his throat ending the epic stare down of Dad and Mr. Lahey.

"How'd you get that black eye, Isaac?" Sheriff Stilinski asked looking at Mr. Lahey for a split second. Looking at Isaac's reaction for a split second he looked scared. His father was a dick. He was the one who gave him that black eye. No one deserved to be hit like that.

"School." Isaac answered.

"School fight?" Sheriff asked again clearly not believing his answers. Isaac's face instantly paled and I knew what I was going to do wasn't what I wanted to happen. But, I had to save Isaac the way he had saved me last night and then cared for me after I blacked out.

"Lacrosse. Isaac here plays lacrosse." I said as I placed a hand on Isaacs forearm giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. The answer seemed to steer Sheriff Stilinski away and his eyes beamed with pride and so did his smile.

"Lacrosse? You play for Beacon Hills?" The question was pretty enthusiastic and I smiled up at the man who looked so happy.

"My son plays for the team. Well, I mean, he - he's on the team. He doesn't typically play. Not yet, anyway." I watched as the Sheriff talks enthusiastically about his son. I wondered if I know his son. The Sheriff's demeanor changed and suddenly he looked concerned as he looked at Isaac. "It's, uh - Something wrong, Isaac?"

I looked up at Isaac to see him staring off into the woods but when I looked there was no one there. I looked back up at Isaac and saw he was looking at me nervously. I arched my eyebrow, but he gave me a small smile instead.

"No. Oh, no, sorry. I was just remembering, I actually have a morning practice to get to." Isaac answered the Sheriff as he slowly looked away from me and back to the man in charge.

"Just one more question. You guys get many grave robberies here?" I looked to Isaac who was shaking his head.

"A few. Usually, they just take stuff like jewelry." Isaac answered truthfully this time.

"What'd this one take?"

"A liver." The answer still made my stomach turn and I grabbed my stomach.

"Yeah, that still totally makes me want to hurl." I answered with distaste.

"Isaac! Wait up!" I yelled after Isaac's running figure. He stopped and looked around to make sure his father wasn't watching. His face and body visibly relaxed when it was apparent his father wasn't watching.

"I can give you a ride to school." Isaac looked down at his bike and up at me.

"Thanks but I got to get there now. I've got a morning practice." Isaac began to climb onto his bike. "Exactly, get in my car and let me give you a ride. The least I can do for keeping me safe last night." Isaac cheeks blushed scarlet and I wondered if he was thinking about the kiss we shared. I smiled and winked at the shy boy causing his scarlet cheeks to reach new heights in the color charts.

"My bike. I need it." Isaac said as he looked down at his bike in disdain. I smiled brightly at him because I knew I had him in the bag.

"I already talked to my Dad. He said he'd take it to the school for you." I answered confidently and smiled at the boy who was now looking at me with a shy smile.

"Okay." He said as he hiked his backpack on his back.

"Okay." I repeated his answer but smiled brightly as I said it. I couldn't help the flutter that took residence in my tummy. I guess it wasn't fear. Crap.

I smile wide at the red brick building looming in front of me. It's not nearly the size of my old school which was two times bigger with three times the kids, but I'm not complaining. As I walk down the sidewalk I glance around at the teens filing into the school. I'm pleased to find no designer skirts or polo shirts adorning their bodies as they chatter happily with everyone around them. Nor is there a group of overly dressed girls waiting by the front doors for me with sneers turning up their lips. This is definitely my new beginning.

"Here's a dollar," I vaguely hear someone say as I come upon a good looking guy with chiseled features giving a dollar to a man digging in the trash. I feel my heart soar at the kindness this guy is showing. "Go find another parking lot to die in." He continues making me halt completely and gap at him. Did he really just say that? Then to make me dislike him a little more he yells security pointing to the man before sauntering off.

"Dick," I mutter glaring at his retreating back as I walk up to the man. His hair is a shaggy tangled mess and dirt covers his clothes and face. The despair is evident in his dark eyes and it makes my stomach twist into knots. "Hi," I smile warmly when the man looks up startled. He doesn't say anything as he hangs his head and starts to walk away. "Wait!" I yell drawing the attention of those around me, not that I care. I quickly catch up to the man jumping in front of him so he has no choice, but to face me. "I'm not trying to get you kicked out I promise." I breathe out bending at the waist to catch my breath. "My god why did you have to run?" I gasp chuckling when I catch his lip twitch in response. "My name is Gia, what's yours?" I ask kindly holding out my hand. I wait patiently as he eyes me suspiciously before letting his eyes dart around the area like he's waiting for someone to pop out and grab him.

"Aaron," he whispers hesitantly taking my hand making me smile.

"Nice to meet you Aaron," I grin shaking his hand. I catch the surprise flicker through his eyes when I continue speaking to him. "Listen about what that guy said; don't let him get you down. He's an asshole that had no right to say those things to you. He hasn't been through what you have and therefore has no room to judge." I tell him reaching into my bag and pulling out a twenty. "Trust me though, life may seem like crap now, but it does get better. It just takes a little time, but you've made it this far and I suspect you'll make it all the way." I hear the bell ring as I take Aaron's hand placing the twenty in his palm. "It was really nice to meet you Aaron. I hope everything works out for you." I nod squeezing his hand ignoring the look of pure shock on his face. I step around him and start my trek into the building feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I turn my head expecting to find Aaron watching me, but I find the chocolate brown eyes of a boy instead. He's watching me intently a look of confusion on his face as a chord of familiarity strikes in me. However, I can't seem to place him before the school doors shut behind me.

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