Aaand we're back for chapter two! I'd just like to say that this story will include some events that happened in the game and there may not be any rewinding time. However, I may or may not include another time-involved power. I have not decided yet, but whether you would like to see that or not, leave a review saying so!

Lani practically ran out of the class after it finished, accidentally colliding her shoulder against another girl's shoulder. "Oh, my God. Are you blind?" She exclaimed, her voice squeaky which made Lani feel as if someone was raking nails across a chalkboard. She was only here for three days and she already strongly disliked a couple of people.

"Oh, my bad," She said annoyed, looking at a wrinkle in the snarky girl's cashmere sweater as she began to flatten it out, "did I do that?" The amount of sarcasm in her voice as she she pointed at the wrinkle was alarming as it flowed out of her mouth. Dude, if I want to remain on someone's good side, I have to stop being so damn reactive. The girl exhaled angrily and walked into the class, walking like a runway model to her desk. Lani rolled her eyes, making her way towards her next class.

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The first thing she noticed, as she walked out of the door, was a stressed Max Caulfield walking slowly to the girl's bathrooms, shaking her head slowly. Man, she looked so overwhelmed. She didn't personally get to know Max, but she has heard of her around school. Many said she was a nosy hipster stuck behind a camera while others side she was a quiet, sweet girl that was always trying to help people. She really didn't know what to believe, but then again why would she? Why would she listen to people talk about other people in a way as if they know them. However, she did know that Max was, indeed, almost completely stuck behind a camera. Crap, all of this thinking makes me need to pee. She headed towards the bathroom, standing outside of it. She did not want to interrupt Max. She seemed too stressed, especially with that rude, blonde bitch in her class.

"Get out of my way, flowergirl." There's that rough voice again. Lani snapped her head up, looking at Nathan with her head tilted a bit, her short wavy hair hovering over her shoulders.

"Dude, this is the girl's bathroom." She said in a flat tone, looking up at the girl's sign on the door.

"Dude, I don't care. Get out of my way." He just mocked my 'dude.' I am hurt. He just stood there, inching closer like he did earlier, but this time, he really looked like he would do anything to get past her if she didn't do it.

"Nathan, that's extremely weird." She put emphasis on his name, shaking her head while a barely visible grew on her face. But, while she found his strong will to be in the girl's bathroom amusing, he was growing angrier, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. He grabbed her arm, squeezing it so tightly to where she couldn't feel it anymore before pulling her roughly away from the door. "Get. OFF ME!" The security guard ran over, separating Nathan from Lani.

"You two are going to take a trip to the office." He scowled.

"I'm not going anywhere, asshole." Nathan retorted.

"Wrong. Let's go." Principle Wells barged into the situation, beckoning all three to make his way to his office.

"Whatthefuckever." Nathan scoffed and followed Lani and the security guard into the large, wooden box of a security guard stood in the corner while Lani and Nathan sat in front of Wells, Lani looking calm while Nathan held a deathly glare on Wells sitting in front of him.

"What was going on at the girl's bathroom that made you do what you did, Mr. Prescott?" He intertwined his fingers together, elbows on his desk.

"I was trying to go to the bathroom but this bitch was in the way. I guess it was the wrong bathroom. People make mistakes."

"I clearly told you that that was the girl's bathroom beforehand." Lani calmly protested, crossing her legs.

"Maybe I couldn't hear you over how fucking annoying you were-are." He sounded taunting and arrogant.

"Except you said, and I quote, 'I don't care. Get out of my way.'"

"Oh my God, you're annoying and a liar."

"Oh my God, you're rude and salty." She smirked at him, making him growl under his breath. "Remember, I'm not one who attacked someone twice in a two hour period." Her voice was still calm.

"You called that attacked?" He snorted a bit while laughing which was cute. Wait what?

"I think a hostile confrontation is an attack."

"Using big words won't help you out any."

"They weren't big words, idiot."

"What the fuck did you just-"

"Alright, Miss Pierce and Mr. Prescott, this isn't what you're in here for. We need truthful evidence on what happened." Wells broke in, annoyance in his voice. "But, it seems we have most of the information now, anyways. You may escort yourselves." Nathan pushed the chair back hardly after standing, causing it to almost fall back. Lani followed. She felt bad for having to basically snitch, but it didn't look like Nathan was going to get in trouble for assaulting someone anyways. I wonder how many others he has assaulted for his wrongdoing. She saw him back against the wall as he lowered himself to the ground, sitting. His face his in his hands as he angrily whispered, "shit." Then, she found herself walking towards him.

"Hey, Nathan." Her voice was sympathetic but hints of seriousness was still there.

"What the fuck do you want?" But, his was still harsh.

"Look, I'm sorry. Maybe I was over-dramatic."

"Yeah, maybe."

"I'm not used to being yelled at and thrown around for being in the way." Sarcasm began to seep through although she was trying her best to remain calm. He didn't say anything. "Do you need to talk to me?"

"And why would I talk to the bitch who got me sent to the principle?"

"I was sent there, too. And, I just noticed that you seem like you need to talk to someone who can listen."

"You don't know shit about me." He avoided her gaze.

"I don't need to know you to know that you need someone to talk to." He twitched a bit, which Lani knew that means he was listening to her.

"Whatthefuckever. I'm completely fine." She meant to talk to him about the situation, but after his reaction to her concern, she knew there was more to him than his anger. She knew after his reaction, that no one else cared to ask.