So yes, Chapter 2 is up, eek? LOL It may go a bit OOC, but that is expected for a first fanfic and considering the topic, no? :) Also, I had no idea what Mr Cannon teaches (does anybody?) so I just made up a subject. Do they even teach that in schools in America? I am English so have no clue. Oh wellz... Chapter 2 anyways...


Naomi walked into school. Nobody turned to look at her, like they did the year before, nobody even really noticed she was there. And for once in her life, she was happy about the lack of attention.

If anybody had really looked at her they would see she wasn't even wearing heels, which was practically unheard of for Naomi Clark, unless in P.E. She was wearing some hipster jeans that were most definitely on her hips and done up tightly with a belt. She then had a loose-fitting dress on over the top that covered the top of her jeans. Underneath her strappy dress she had a small white t-shirt that just covered her shoulders and her chest area. To top of this sudden change of fashion choice she was wearing some converse sneakers. Her hair was then just in a ponytail on her head, with hardly any make-up on her face.

"WOAH?" Silver exclaimed as Naomi walked up to her locker. "What happened here? Is this why you were busy all summer? You were turning into this girl? A girl who looks like Naomi but can't possibly be!"

Naomi shrugged and turned into her locker, 'pre-occupying' herself with sorting out the contents. "I just figured that… you know… it is time for me to stop being so … provocative…"

Silver gapped in shock before they looked at the schedules they had been given. Naomi had barely looked at it before then and had sort of disregarded it, because this wasn't the routine she wanted. Naomi's mind went blank to all chatter with Silver as one lesson and teacher automatically attacked Naomi. Citizenship… With Mr Cannon.

Fear seized Naomi at the thought of going to that lesson, of sitting in that lesson, of being in that lesson. She didn't want to do it, she couldn't do it. However, she knew she had to do it. Suspicion would grow if she refused, like she wanted to. But, that didn't help.

Thoughts of Mr Cannon crowded her mind more, his laugh, his voice, his kisses. Naomi shuddered; with the commotion of the now busying hall just falling away into neglected, unimportant pieces. Tears welled in her eyes as her mind started to replay that night.

"Who you going to tell? Who you going to tell? Who is going to believe you? You're the girl who cried wolf…"

"Naomi! Earth to Naomi?" Silver's voice interrupted as her hand went round a shivering Naomi.

"Sorry… I just spaced. And is it me or is it cold?" Naomi smiled, slightly, and it looked more like a grimace. She pulled away from Silver and ordered herself to stop shaking – she couldn't let people think she was… different.

"Oh my god! Is that Annie and Liam, kissing?" Silver asked and nodded into the direction of the opposite lockers. True to her word, Annie was snogging Liam. The sight shot small stings through Naomi's already broken heart, but she could hardly complain… after all she had given permission.

"I … think they're kinda going out now, maybe?" Naomi informed her friend before then closing her locker and walking in the direction of her maths class. Silver was left sort of gawking behind her before Silver then headed in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, a door swung open in front of her and Mr Cannon stepped out. Naomi gulped as he looked at her. Their eyes locked and Naomi felt the world sway underneath her skinny legs before her eyesight blurred. Her mouth opened slightly like it normally did with shock, and tears were cascading down her cheeks before she knew it. He was staring at her in the same predatory way as that night. Fear was engulfing her senses, the world seemed to slow around her and screaming crushed her ears.

He then turned away and walked. Just like when he had walked away before, leaving her in fits of tears. Her body was heaving slightly, tears ran down her face in a frenzy and her mind was completely blank. She didn't know what to do? She couldn't face that… She couldn't face this… She couldn't face anybody…

She looked around quickly only to find that most people had dispersed and were now in lesson. It seemed the bell had sounded during her moment. She felt alone – again. And she felt invaded – again. She felt… numb.

With that she turned around and literally ran with all her heart out the front doors of West Beverly Hill High. She didn't stop running until her lungs felt like they were going to give way from a mixture of sobs and exercise. She had tried telling herself it didn't matter; she had tried pretending like nothing was wrong. None of it worked! She wasn't working properly, so how could her act like she was – not that anybody had really noticed.

She arrived home, went to her bedroom and resumed the position she had had throughout the entire summer. Hiding in her bed, beneath the duvet, with the lights out. Nothing could hurt her in her world of comfort, could it? That is, if nobody noticed her little flash of fear.


How bad was it? Appauling? Mediocre? Good? LOL. Rate and Review and tell me if you want more? How about it? :)