This is the revised chapter of chapter 2, thank to you to Erica or better known on this site as BeautifullyBroken26, she has taken what i gace her, and added, and changed, and double cheakced, and made this story to be better then it alerady was. I hope you enjoy the subtle yet brillaint changes she added, so a huge thank you to her . Who with out this story turly wouldnt be as good as it is.

Out of the water

"Want us to show you to the diner?" Pogue questioned, turning his head to Skye. She smiled kindly over at them both and shook her head, politely declining his offer.

"That's okay, I think I can find my way on my own, all prep schools are the same. But I have to head back to my dorm room first, so I'll meet up with you guys later," she reassured. Pogue nodded his head and smiled over at her. He had recognized her straight away, and knew that her story of almost drowning as a kid was a complete lie. He wasn't sure that Caleb had recognized her just yet, but he was sure going to have a talk with him. A lot of people had blamed her for the deaths of her team; she had been driving after all. And he was pretty sure she blamed herself as well, why else
wouldn't she want to get back into the water?

"Well if you're sure, we'll save you a seat," Pogue said while smiling. Skye nodded her head, smiling slightly, completely shocked that she was being treated so nicely by complete strangers. Nodding her head over at both boys she turned on her heal and headed in the direction of the stairs that would lead her to the outside world.

"Skye Dawson, as in Skye Dawson the captain of Red Ridge's girls swim team?" Caleb questioned as they headed to the cafeteria. Pogue nodded his head and pushed open the doors.

"That would be her, I didn't recognize her at first but, it's defiantly her man," Pogue answered confidently. Caleb sighed heavily as he headed over to the table that they always sat at. Tyler and Reid were already seated with Sarah sitting next to Reid, her face creased in laughter. He smiled walking over to her, stopping above her he leant himself down placing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

"Hey baby," she murmured as she moved over slightly ensuring that both boys could get seated comfortably. She smiled up at Caleb before redirecting her attention to Pogue. "Kate said she had some things to take care of, she mentioned catching up with you later."

Pogue just nodded his head in understanding. Ever since the Chase incident she had made every excuse possible to spend as little time with them as possible. She knew the truth, of course, they didn't have a choice. But now Pogue was regretting telling her. Things weren't great before, but now they were even worse. She couldn't handle the secret and was deliberately avoiding them all. Shifting in his seat, Pogue turned to Caleb, desperately trying to change the subject.

"Papers say that she lost control of the car, and drove off the side of the bridge. Two members of the team that weren't wearing their seatbelts were killed instantly, but the other two were trapped in the car. Apparently, Skye couldn't get them free and had to go to the surface for air. She tried to go back down but she had broken her knee and dislodged her hip in the crash and couldn't get back down to them."

Caleb nodded his head as he remembered reading something about it in the paper the morning after the crash. He hadn't really paid much attention, his mind too focused on his mom to concentrate on anything else. He remembered the papers making a big deal out of it though, painting her as the bad girl, star swimmer unable to save her own team. Drunken teenagers become a part of the statistics, even though the police proved that she was under the legal limit and was never charged with anything.

"You are talking about Dawson right?" Reid piped up, his mouth half filled with fries. Pogue nodded his head and ran a callused hand through his long hair.

"It would explain why she's here though, a fresh start and all. It wouldn't have been easy going back to school having everyone looking at you like your some kind of monster," Tyler said while giving a disgusted face at Reid for his rude
behaviour.

Sarah nodded her head in understanding, her hand lacing with Caleb's. She smiled down at their entwined fingers, and slowly brought her attention back up to the conversation. Biting her lower lip, she looked over to Tyler

"But running away isn't going to automatically solve her problems. I mean I understand where she's coming from, but coming to Spencer, people are going to recognize her. Its not going to be any better here then it was for her there, kids can be unforgiving."

Pogue shrugged his shoulders, knowing completely that Sarah was right. Sure Skye could change her hair as much as she wanted, but unless she moved to another country, people were bound to recognize her sooner or later. All it took was for one person to recognize her before it went round the school like wild fire.

Skye made her way down the halls of Spencer, determined to make it to her destination, the Provost's office. She needed to get the mix up on her time table sorted out right away. She knew it wasn't a careless mistake, and she was more then sure that her mother was behind the entire thing. She sighed loudly as she made her way through the hall leading to the office. She hated lying to the only people that had actually shown some sort of kindness to her since she had arrived, but she wouldn't be able to stand the looks on their faces when they figured out who she was. She realized it was risky being friends with members on Spencer's swim team, so all she could do was hope that no one recognizes her.

Her schedule held firmly in her hands she approached the office door. She once again had to face that horrid secretary, whether she liked it or not. She needed to his, even if it meant talking to that annoying woman. Taking in a deep breath, she stepped inside the office and made her way to the front desk.

"Can I speak to the Provost please?" Skye asked as politely as she could. The woman looked up; arching her brows slightly and slowly nodded her head. "He's free at the moment, so you can go straight in," she answered as her eyes lowered back to the computer screen in front of her. She pointed a long manicured finger to a room at the side of her desk, her eyes never straying from their spot on the screen. Skye nodded her head at the woman, who clearly had no interest in being sociable.

"Thank you," Skye said as she turned to the Provost's Office. The woman replied with a curt 'mmhhmm' and Skye couldn't help but roll her eyes. Smiling to herself, she knocked quietly on the solid mahogany door in front of her. She waited patiently for the kind reply that emitted from the office only seconds later. Opening the door slowly, she took in the space around her. She smiled shyly as she stepped into the warmly decorated room, closing the door shut quietly behind her.

"I am sorry to bother you Sir, but I need to talk to you about my time table, there seems to be a mistake." The provost lifted his gaze from the papers in front of him, he sighed heavily and gestured that she should take a seat. Skye pursed her lips, furrowing her brow as she gracefully sat in the chair across from the man. The provost may be a nice man, but he had the air of highness that came with all men in his position as Provost of a boarding school. And Skye saw through his little façade, he wasn't as nice as he appeared to be.

"This is no mistake Miss Dawson, your time table is as everyone else's is," he reassured professionally. Skye opened her mouth in silent protest and raised her hands in annoyance. How could he say that when he knew they had discussed and agreed upon the fact that she wouldn't be obligated to continue with swim during her time here at Spencer? He was even the one who assured that she would be able to find some other class of her liking to fill the empty spot.

"But Sir, we agreed on this already, I can't get back in the water!"

She looked at her new Provost with wide eyes. She could already feel the anger raging inside of her, but most of all, the tears that were now welling in her eyes.

"Your mother has made it quiet clear on her wishes for you while here. You are an excellent swimmer Miss Dawson and she does not want to jeopardize your future. Now I'm sorry for this turn of events, but my decision is final, you will have your first lesson tonight like the rest of the students." Skye pushed herself roughly away from the chair, shaking her head in aspiration as she stared at the old man in front of her. Just like the rest of the school, he could be easily bought by money and a pretty face. She hated people like that, and she couldn't believe that she had once been just like that.

"I can't get back in the water, I won't," she said walking to the door.

She faintly heard the Provost sigh in annoyance, and anger. "You really don't have a choice Miss Dawson."