DISLCAIMER: I do not own the Twilight Saga. Only my imagination.

.Chapter Two

"Isn't she…?" people at school trailed off staring at my retreating back as I walked slowly to my locker. "She looks familiar…" No shit. "Can't be, I heard Paul drove her out of town-" "Well I heard she had his baby and had to run away with it." "I heard she begged him for sex after that day in the library just to prove she wasn't tight!"

I grit my teeth together, slamming my locker door as I looked at my timetable. Math. Oh the joys of mathematics, the one class I could fall asleep in under five minutes tops. I walked into the room, handing the old balding teacher my slip. "Amanda Woods, eh?"

I nodded. He smiled before singing the form and told me to take any seat. The only vacant seat was one at the back. Next to the one person I never wanted to see again. I fixed my poker face and steadily walked to the desk, ignoring peoples curious glances at what could transpire with me sitting next to the guy who had ripped my heart apart in front of everybody.

The lesson began on a boring note, but for once I couldn't fall asleep. Paul was clutching at his desk like some kind of maniac; a few times he even opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, before slamming it shut again and staring out the window.

I scribbled whatever was written on the board, my pencil digging in so deep at my tense palm that I sliced through my sheet of paper. I covered it quickly, didn't need anyone to see that.

"Pst." I ignored the hiss, someone trying to get each other's attention. And then a scrunched up ball of paper hit me in the head. I glared and looked up, coming face to face with none other then Beth Evans.

Mr Fry, as I had later discovered his name, was busy stammering out his passion for math on the board so of course I was left to deal with the conniving slut. "Amanda, wow look at you. And we all thought bulimia was your thing." I grit my teeth and ignored her, staring back down at my work. "Still antisocial I see."

I whipped my head up, "is there any other reason why your talking to me? Or do you like making yourself look like a brainless idiot?" I realised my voice had risen a few octaves, and a few people sniggered while Mr Fry frowned at Beth and I.

"Girls, problem?"

"No sir," Beth said sweetly. "Just welcoming Amanda back," she winked at me before turning to face the front. I groaned in defeat and began drawing circles over my notes, too irritated to care. Why oh why. Why me?

And then a white piece of note paper slipped in front of me, a familiar russet hand retreating as he turned to look back out the window, still gripping the desks. I frowned and scrunched it up, putting it into my pocket. I'd read what the bitch had to say later.

When the bell thankfully rang I practically ran to my Biology class, got my sheet signed and dived into the one seater at the back, happy for some privacy. The class flew by and at the end of it, a medium height black haired girl came up and over to me smiling.

"Hey I'm Kim, do you want to have lunch with me and my friends?" Her smile looked so helpful that I couldn't refuse, so I nodded mutely. I didn't remember a Kim. Maybe she was new. "I'm not new," she said as she read my thoughts. "And I know you aren't either, in fact when you were last here I think we had an art class together."

And then it clicked, "oh yeah! I remember you. You're a great artist. I swear I got so annoyed when you could paint those trees better then me." She laughed and tugged me along to the cafeteria, to the lunch line. "Food still isn't very edible," I muttered.

"With cooks like that," she pointed at the old ladies, "how can it be?" We both laughed, grabbing some fries and salad before I followed her to her table, faltering in my stride when I saw where she was headed. "Hey guys!" She dumped her tray next to Jared, kissing him on the cheek before standing up again, "this is Amanda, remember? She's sitting with us."

I felt my skin crawl, "actually you know what, I just realised I had to go – to the uh. Library. Thanks anyway…"

"Pish Posh! No one goes to the library at lunch," one of the boys said taking my tray and dumping it next to him. "I'm Seth by the way. You probably don't remember me, but we used to fish together…"

I hesitantly sat down, "yeah I remember." I mumbled, tearing at my salad instead of eating, thankfully I realised Paul wasn't at the table.

"So how was Phoenix?" Jared enquired, all the while running his fingers through Kim's hair. Before I could respond a heavy weight plopped down in the seat at the head of the table, practically ripping open a packet of chips and shoving them in his mouth.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do now…" He grunted, before his eyes connected with mine. I hurriedly returned my gaze back to my plate, actually eating my shredded lettuce. "Amanda," the way he said my name sent shivers up and down my spine and I did my best to not melt into a puddle. No. That ship sailed.

"Paul," I said curtly, eating more salad. The table was filled with an awkward silence before somebody – yes you got it – joined the table. Or should I say, joined Paul's lap. Beth Evan's jumped into his lap, smacking her lip gloss covered lips into his, giggling like an immature five year old.

"Hey Pauli, we didn't have a chance to talk earlier…where have you been for two weeks and why do you look so hot?" She grinned and then her expression went flat, "you bailed out on me and never gave me a reason…" Before getting his response, and I couldn't see any expressions thankfully because I had my head down, Beth had to include me. "Amanda, like I said in English, you look great. What have you been up to?"

Therapy. Personal Trainers. More Therapy. "Not much," I muttered. I felt Kim pat my knee under the table before taking the conversation into her hands. "You know, Beth, we were kind of discussing something private here… so…" I heard the few sniggers as Beth shot her daggers.

"So what Connweller?" She sneered, "go back to your little shoebox of a home and let you father-" she was cut off when Jared stood up angrily, flipping his tray and food everywhere.

"Get lost Beth," he hissed lethally. Her face paled the slightest and I realised she was off Paul's lap, and angry expression on his face. She flicked her hair and sauntered off, but I saw her shaking hands. Jared sat down like nothing had happened, pulling Kim onto his lap and whispering things into her ear. What the hell had happened to playboy Jared? In fact what had happened to all these guys?

I stayed quiet though, and ended up just mashing my food around on my plate until I made it entirely inedible. I gave up, the unease of sitting at this table was getting to me. I picked my bag up from the floor and stood up, my chair grating loudly. "Where you going?" Seth grunted out from his mouth, bits of food spilling.

"Library." I muttered. I walked off slowly, ignoring the eyes digging into my back. The library was easy to find, and as soon as I stepped in I welcomed the peace and the silence, finding a corner and pulling out my homework I'd already been assigned. It wasn't a struggle, in fact it was easy, I'd been in accelerated class back in Phoenix, so this general stuff I could handle.

I eased my hand into my pocket, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper and smoothing it out, squinting at the deep lines.

Dear Amanda,

There was a lot of scribble, like he'd said something but changed his mind, and I ached to read that, more then the text below it. I sighed and moved down the page.

I'm Sorry.

That's it? Just I'm sorry? I'm sorry doesn't take away four years of therapy and an intense diet. I scowled and scrunched it up, the guy was oblivious. He couldn't possibly think that those two words would make everything better, and who knows if he's even changed.

I tore up the apology and threw it in little squares onto the floor, collecting my bag and storming out of the library. I just wanted to go home.

:.:

I hummed along to the Bee Gees on my iPod, ignoring the sprinkle of rain as I walked home, dodging puddles and rude cars that decided to make a wave out of it. I was about a block from home when it started pouring, and I screamed at the sudden impact of rain, shielding my iPod under my jacket and running to stand under a bus shelter.

I groaned as I watched it, thundering down and creating large puddles. What had I done to deserve this? So I sat on the dry seat, shivering slightly at the cold gusts of wind. The rain here could bloody go for hours, and I found myself wishing I had bought my phone today.

And then a silver truck was parked up in front of me, and I resisted the urge to scream bloody murderer. The door opened and I saw Paul's face. If anything my horrified look just got even more horrified. I was not getting n the car with him.

"I'm fine!" I yelled over the rain, folding my arms and ignoring the look he gave me.

"Get in the car Amanda, your going to catch a cold." Since when did he care? I stubbornly folded my arms and ignored the truck, refusing to get in his car. Why should I?

Suddenly he was getting out of the car and storming over to me. Before I even had time to run I was being picked up and hauled over his shoulder, my yells and punches not affecting him in the slightest. He dumped me in the passenger side, before central locking the doors and starting the car.

"I could have you arrested for kidnapping," I muttered. "Taking me against my own will."

"I did you a favour Amanda," he said, turning the heat on. The drive to the house was filled with a tense silence and when we pulled up into the driveway I wasted no time in grabbing my bag and storming off to the house, slamming the door shut.

"Why the hell did we have to move back here!" I yelled, it echoed through out the house and I knew no one was home. I angrily stomped upstairs, ripping my door open and slamming it shut again. "Oh the woes of my life," I whined dramatically, lying upside down, slamming my head on the base of the bed until I realised I was just going to give myself brain damage.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I prayed for some form of miracle that dad would come home and announce we were moving back to Phoenix. Of course knowing my cursed luck there was no way that it was obviously eve going to happen in this lifetime. I would graduate and I would leave I decided.

I must have dozed off because I was called down for dinner and the sun was down, a black sky staring in at me from my window. I huffed and rubbed my head, my feet pounding on the stairs before I sat stiffly at the table. "Where's Brady?" I asked.

"Hes with Sam… He's going to be apart of the council." I groaned and slammed my head on the table. "What?" Mom asked, placing my plate of dinner in front of me, just as dad came through the door. "How was your day dear?" Mom called.

"Cold," he grunted. My ears perked up.

"Cool, lets go home then yeah? Phoenix was warm today," I looked at dad hopefully and he just shook his head, placing a forkful of food in his mouth before answering.

"Hon, as much as we know you want to go back, we can't. Life here is better for us."

I glowered. "No its better for you. Personally my life is shit here!"

"Language!"

"Well its true, I have to come back to the place I was getting therapy from and you guys see no big deal in that? What the fuck!" I slammed my fist on the table.

"That's it, go to your room Amanda," Mom snapped angrily. I grunted whatever and stood up, running to my room and slamming the door shut.

"Soon I graduate the better," I grumbled, kicking over a pile of books. The sooner, the better.

A/N

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