Ok here is the next chapter. As for updating times I'm sure exactly when I'll be updating but I'll to update as soon as possible. Thank you to all the people who are reading this story. Please review and I hope you enjoy.

Without further ado, here is chapter 2.

-Rose

Scarlett Fitz POV

"Scarlett, it's time to wake up!"

I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.

"Come on, it's time to get ready for school." My mom said merrily as she pulled the blankets off my body.

I squeaked when the cold air came in contact with my skin. I curled into a ball as my mom opened the blinds. Light streamed into the room.

"Can I stay home today?" I mumbled my voice disoriented from just waking up.

"Nope," she exclaimed, kissing me on the forehead. She started to walk out of the room yelling behind her. "Schools fun, you get to learn and hang out with your friends and…" her voice faded as she walked down the stairs.

I manage to drag myself off the bed and stumble over to my adjoined bathroom. I dragged a brush through my long dark brown curls and applied some light makeup so I didn't look like something that belonged in the Walking Dead. I had stayed up most of the night working on my photos. I loved photography and usually carried my camera with me at all times.

After changing out of my pyjamas I grabbed my bag and camera and walked out of the room. When I reached the stairs I slid down the banister and landed with a thump. Fixing the beanie on my head which had gone wonky from the impact I made my way into the kitchen.

"Morning Mom," I said giving my Mom a hug. I sat down on the stool next to my younger brother Jeremy. I poured myself a bowl of Cheerio's and started to jam them in my mouth.

"Good morning," my Dad chimed walking into the kitchen. "Morning kiddo," he said ruffling my hair.

"Morning," I attempt to say with a mouth full of Cheerio's

"Hey babe," Dad said giving my Mom a kiss.

"Really guys, in the kitchen." They simply deepened the kiss and my Mom wrapped her arms around my Dads neck. Jeremy pretended to throw up in his cereal bowl.

I clicked my fingers impatiently. "Do you want to traumatise your daughter?"

"Ew!" A high pitched voice squealed. Ebony my six year old sister stood at the door to the kitchen gaping at my parents. My parents laughed and broke apart. "Better," Ebony stated, flipping her long ebony locks over her shoulder and then running over to hug my parents. My Mom scooped Ebony up in her arms and hugged her tightly, I smiled sadly.

Ebony had been diagnosed with Leukaemia at the age of three. She had been in and out of the hospital countless times. She had been so young when she was diagnosed I don't even think she had understood what it meant at the time. Ebony hadn't even cried until they told her she might lose her hair. She hadn't yet and she was extremely glad about that. Her future wasn't certain. The doctors were trying everything they could but it might not be enough. Right now Ebony's doing great but my biggest fear is knowing that at any moment she might have to go back to the hospital. I don't think any of my family could cope with losing her. I was brought back to reality when Nickolas and Grace walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning family." Nickolas announced, as he wandered into the kitchen. Grace followed behind him novel in hand. I chased the last few Cheerio's around my bowl with my spoon. Nickolas grabbed a piece of toast off a china plate, bit into it and pointed it at me. "If you want a ride, we need to leave now."

I raised my bag. "I'm ready,"

Nickolas clapped his hands together. "Well let's go!"

"Hold on Nick, Grace hasn't eaten yet." My mom protested. Grace grunted in agreement as she took a bite of an apple.

"Well she can eat on the way." Nickolas stated, ushering Grace and I out of the kitchen.

After a chorus of goodbyes and hugs we were finally out of the house and on our way to school.

(Line Break)

We pulled up in front of Rosewood High School. I looped my camera around my neck and jumped out of the car. James Cavanaugh's car pulled into the lot and my older siblings started to make their way towards him. James and Nick 'man-hugged' and then James pulled Grace in for a kiss. James, Nick and Grace had been close ever since they were kids. Around two years ago James and Grace had started dating, they had been together ever since.

"Scarlett!" A voice exclaimed. I looked away from my siblings and saw Brielle waving at me as she got out of her brothers car. Brielle Cavanaugh was one of my best friends along with Avalon Rivers and Charlotte Fields. We had all known each other since birth and were literally best friends before we were even born. Personality wise we were all different but somehow it just worked.

"Hey Bri," I said linking arms with my friend. We started to walk up to the school.

"So how was your weekend..." Brielle trailed off as her phone started to ring. After glancing at the screen she quickly declined the call and shoved the phone back into her bag.

"Dean again?" I guessed. She nodded. Dean Maddox was Brielle's boyfriend and wasn't exactly the nicest guy on the block. Brielle had been meaning to break up with him for weeks now but had always come up with an excuse to put it off. "You said you would break up with him yesterday."

Brielle ran her hand through her light brown hair. "I know,"

"You need to soon; this isn't fair for either of you."

"I will tonight." She decided.

We reached our lockers and I started to shove my books into it. "Good for you."

I finally finished emptying my stuff into my locker. I slammed it shut and leaned back on it. The sound of high heels clacking against the ground echoed as Avalon walked down the hallway. Avalon's usually perfect golden blonde hair looked messy and there were large bags under her blue eyes as if she had gotten no sleep. Brielle and I exchanged a look.

"Hey Av," Brielle greeted uncertainly, as Avalon slumped against the locker next to me.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I didn't believe her. "I just had a hard time sleeping last night, that's all." Brielle opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted as Charlotte entered the conversation.

"Hey guys," Charlotte said.

"Hey," all of us replied except Avalon who looked ready to pass out. The bell sounded signifying the start of first period. Brielle waved goodbye as she headed off to her AP French class.

"Well I better get to Biology." Charlotte said. "Are you coming Avalon?" Avalon nodded and started to walk down the corridor. "It's this way." Charlotte called motioning to the opposite end of the corridor. Avalon groaned and followed Charlotte to Biology.

Swinging my bag over my shoulder I headed to my History class. I was five minutes late, Miss Richards was going to kill me. Miss Richards was my psychopath History teacher; she reminded me an awful lot of the creepy principal from Matilda. I creaked open the door to the classroom. Even though half the students weren't there Miss Richards still gave me the evil eye as I took my seat. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. I took my usual seat at the back of the classroom, by the window. Since none of my friends were in this class I usually sat alone. I pulled my camera off my neck, placing it under the table so Miss Richards couldn't see me scrolling through my pictures.

Miss Richards started to drone on about something that nobody except maybe Brielle would care about. I heard the door swing open and someone enter the room; however I didn't look up, not until the person sat next to me. No one had ever sat next to me in this class. I glanced next to me to see who had decided to sit there and almost gasped in shock when I realised it was Mason Kahn.

My parents and Noel Kahn weren't exactly best friends; in fact they hated each other. Even though they wouldn't tell me why, I had grown up hating the Kahn's. Honestly I don't think I had ever spoken to any of them. So to say I was surprised that Mason Kahn had decided to sit next to me was an understatement, I was gobsmacked.

Mason must have noticed me staring because he turned and looked at me. "Hey, I'm Mason. It's Scarlett right?"

Ok was he attempting to be mean, or was he genuinely trying to have a conversation with me.

"Um, yeah." I mumbled, fiddling with the strap on my camera.

"It's a pretty name for a pretty girl." Mason grinned at me. Against my will I felt a blush rise to my cheek. No Scarlett this is not ok, how would your parents feel. Mason Kahn is a bad guy, he's known for being a player and a troublemaker. Even though he's incredibly handsome with his piercing green eyes and windswept brown hair. Stop. Just because he flashes you his winning smile doesn't mean you're going to give in. He's a troublemaker, he just wants to get laid; your parents hated his family for a reason.

Ignoring his compliment I cut strait to the chase. "Why are you talking to me?"

"Because, we've known each other practically forever, yet we have never said a word to each other before today."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "So…"

"I thought I would try to talk to you."

"Well can you not. Some of us are actually trying to pay attention in this class." I said, being a complete hypocrite.

"Well you're obviously not one of them." Mason replied amused. He motioned to the camera under my desk.

Once again I felt my cheeks turn the colour of tomatoes. Now I'm stupid and bright red. Awesome.

"That's completely different." I spluttered, feeling like a complete moron.

"Hey chill, it's not like I'm going to get you in trouble." Mason said. "So do you like photography?"

"Yeah," I relaxed slightly, as I talked about something I loved. "I'm pretty sure most of my childhood memories are in glossy black and white form."

Mason smiled at me. I don't think I had ever seen him smile a genuine smile before; usually he just looked like an asshole. He looked better when he smiled. "I've seen you walking around school with your camera."

Great, I was probably the protagonist in Mason and his blockhead friend's jokes. I was about to open my mouth and say something that probably would have made me look even stupider but luckily for me the bell rang. Finally, I could stop this nightmare in the making. Avoiding Mason I quickly grabbed my things and sprinted (yes sprinted) out of the classroom. The door was in sight, I was going to make it but I was stopped by someone grabbing my shoulder.

"Scarlett, were you going to leave without saying goodbye." Mason said mocking fake hurt. Once again that boy had me lost for words.

"Whaaa…" I stuttered, quite heroically if I do say so myself.

Mason chuckled slightly. "See you later Scarlett." He waved and walked away.

What just happened? No no no, I had talked to Mason Kahn. Kahn; if my parents found out they would kill me. Well it doesn't matter, it's not like he'll talk to me again. Then why did I kind of wish he would?

I lost my train of thought when my phone buzzed pulling me out of my trance.

Be careful Scarlett, certainly wouldn't want mommy and daddy to know about your little crush.

-A

Jerking my head up, I scanned the corridors. Who was A?