A.N: Atrecia, yep, I know there's still no Cal, it's cauz I'm evil :) So I hope this is a long enough chapter guys, cauz I felt bad for making you all wait two weeks for chapter two. I know I'm ashamed as well... But hopefully I've been punished enough because I spent liek two to thee hours writing this because I was so lacking in motivation. But I struggled through and did it in one day! Yay! So here's chappy three. Enjoy.

Oh and I forgot to put a disclaimer... So here it is. The plot is mine and all the characters are mine. BTW I'm not sure when I could get around to it but would you like character pictures on my profile? x

Chapter Three

Sam was on her way to school and she was pretty sure she was about three quarters of the way there but she couldn't focus on directions. She felt sick to her stomach with fear for what she'd been dragged into. How could her mum send her to a place where students her age and younger were getting murdered? No matter how she tried to bring her mind away from the terrifying fact that she could be next, she just couldn't.

She shuddered and hugged her waist whilst looking around her. What if someone was watching her? What if they were planning ways to kill her? What if she was to become the next one missing, her picture put up on T.V for everyone to see.

''Have you seen this girl?' The man on telly would ask.

The sad thing was that she wondered if anyone would care if she died. Would her mum care? Or would she be pleased that the inconvenience of a child was gone? Sam had no way of knowing but she certainly had no plan to become the next victim. The image of the body she'd found on the porch was imprinted in her mind, the blood of the poor victim mixed up with the milk from the smashed bottles.

It was Blitzy Gail, Sam had known that straight away regardless of the blood covering her body and tattered clothes. She recognised her from the picture that had been put of her up on telly that morning. Oh, how she'd felt so sad about the deaths and only to find one of the missing on her porch, what had she done to deserve to see that? What had poor Blitzy done to deserve the fate she'd been handed?

Sam had recognised the shock of white- blonde hair even though it was matted with her own blood. Sam had recognised those wide, icy blue eyes, icier than they were on telly in death. Those eyes haunted her now, so devoid of any emotion, empty orbs, the colour nearly drained away, so lifeless, so... dead. Sam never wanted to die, never wanted to think of herself with eyes so cold and emotionless, it scared her. She especially didn't want a stranger to find her on their front porch one day. How horrific. Blitzy looked the same as the girl in the image shown but so different in many ways other than the gore of death as in the picture she'd been so fresh faced and pretty. Her blonde hair was dead straight and displayed gorgeous earrings that looked really expensive, her eyes were expressive and joyful and her lips were stretched into a mega watt smile. She was wearing a baggy pink jumper in the image so different to the skimpy top she'd been wearing in death. Not to mention the shredded shorts that seemed very small from the amount of fabric there was. Around her blue eyes, she'd had lots of smudged eyeliner and her lips were stained red, red that ran half way up her face, red that had made Sam first think it was blood. She looked so different, where was she going that made her have to dress like that? A club or something possibly, but she'd looked like a nice girl in the picture, one that would never disobey her parents. What would have made her do it?

Sam had always been good at solving mysteries and now the killings were growing too many to be ignored, they had to be linked. The victim's parents had all said that their children were gone the next day, which would have said they slipped out of bed unnoticed. Girls like Blitzy possibly, girls that looked nice and completely un- slutty, what would have made them get up and go out? Sam drew a blank there. Where would they go? She didn't know that either. If it was to a club, if they all went there then was the murderer lurking there or was Blitzy simply hiding some double life that she'd been caught out on? Was it simply a coincidence that she'd been killed whilst wearing those skimpy clothes that made it appear as if she'd been somewhere like a club.

But what nobody could work out was why Blitzy was on their front porch. It was so far from anything, from the town. It didn't make any sense at all. To the left of Sam was a large, dark forest. Was that the forest Blitzy had been murdered in? Was that why she was so near to the house? But what was she doing in the forest in those clothes? Sam made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat and gave up. She was getting nowhere and giving herself a headache.

After she'd screamed that morning her Gran and Caroline had rushed out to see what had happened. They'd both blanched white at the sight of the body. Caroline had run to call the police and Delia had gone to wake up Sam's Granddad. Only Sam remained at the door, staring at the lifeless body with a feeling of dread in her stomach. Sam hadn't wanted to go to school but her Gran had made her, saying that the police would deal with the body and that she didn't want her in the house while this was all going on. Perhaps that was a good thing. School would prove a good distraction for her. It had to; she couldn't cope with the image of those lifeless eyes any longer, wanted them to go away.

Up ahead Sam could see a large building and she knew that she'd finally reached the school, the closer she got the bigger it became. Oh, how big it was, impossibly so. How many students went to Thorns High? How many had been murdered? Lots of students hung around and a few turned to look at her as if sensing the arrival of someone new, an outcast. This school seemed one for cliques, Sam had never really had any in her school back in London, had just thought they were made for movies like Mean Girls.

Over in the corner, where the school met the wall, where it was very dark and shady, Sam didn't want to go over there, there was a group of boys and girls all stood around. The smokers corner, obviously. They didn't say much, just stood around bored, smoking their cigarettes, taking slow deliberate drags of it and blowing smoke rings in each others faces. The thing that identified them was the status symbol of the cigarette in each of their hands, other than that they looked entirely normal. There were four boys and a girl, the boys wore what normal boys would wear, jeans, trainers and different slogan tees. They seemed casual and slouchy and the girl was wearing skinny jeans, flats and also a tee-shirt. Did they like to wear the same? One of the boys winked at Sam as she walked past and inwardly she shrunk away in revulsion. She smiled back sweetly but didn't give him her prettiest smile; she didn't want to encourage him. He was cute enough with long blonde hair and green eyes but she didn't want to date a smoker. Imagine kissing him, like kissing an ashtray. Yuck.

There was another group sat by the benches, a lot more of them, with scripts in their hands. Some of them were screaming lines in anguish whilst others simply sat there and watched. One girl was scribbling in a notebook and a few other girls were wearing black and crying into lace hankies. Acting for a part or simply being Drama queens? Sam had a horrible thought, what if one of the people missing belonged to the Drama group? Most likely Bobby, Blitzy looked as if she'd be in the Science groups to please her parents and Chelsea seemed to be fond of black makeup and clothes, perhaps a Goth? The girls crying were all hidden beneath black hoods and most of the boys had bad acne and greasy hair. One or two were good looking but they didn't seem to be where the 'popular' crowd were. Sam wondered exactly what the popular group would look like. The girl writing in the notebook lifted her head as Sam passed and stared after her, she was pretty with light blonde curls and green eyes, but the girl who caught Sam's attention was the one screaming her lines at the boys. Biggest Drama queen obviously.

Sam saw the emo's with their heavy eye makeup and dyed hair and their face piercings. She saw the Goths all in black, the nerds- or smart kids, the skaters, the girly girls, the bikers, this school had more cliques than she'd ever seen before and still had room for a few groups that seemed without a social clique name. The only group she didn't see was the populars, if she had seen them they obviously didn't have much of an impact and from what she'd seen of the cliques so far she thought they'd be very impacting.

Sam reached the large front door of the school and walked inside pleased to see that the office was right there and she didn't have to go around and ask for directions off of people. The office was very smart looking with a booth for the office people and a window that let you see inside of it. There were lots of computers and filing cabinets in there. Around the room there were about six plush red seats that looked very comfy. Obviously this was a rich school. Next to the chairs there were potted plants and gorgeous, vibrant flowers. There was a small coffee table with many magazines and the walls were a white colour that was untarnished by any smudges. Wow, in her old school that wall would have been filthy. Perhaps the teachers were especially frightening here.

Pictures lined the white walls of students of the past years. There were ones of most of the cliques, not just the ones that showed the school to its best. That impressed Sam. There were the motor bikers sat on their bikes and making grumpy expressions at the camera but the light in their eyes showed that they were content.

The smart kids were pictured winning what looked like a Science Fair, their hands were in the air and their mouths were open in 'O's.

The smokers were pictured in a huddle, blowing smoke rings at the camera. Did no one care about that? Sam was pretty sure her mouth was wide open in shock.

There was an image of the Drama group on stage, reciting a play and they were wholly into it. Were the different images to show that everyone was accepted here?

There was an image of the emo's standing around laughing and pointing at something, Sam was sure they weren't being nice but the image made them look incredibly happy.

The Goths were stood in an umbrella in the rain with rain gliding off their noses and they were casting shifty, amused looks at the Camera.

In another picture there were a few skaters sliding on a skate ramp. Where the hell was the skate ramp? Did they have one at school?

There were the girly girls in a catwalk competition; well it looked like a catwalk competition, and various others of people having fun.

There was one of an especially beautiful girl leaning against a locker and looking as if she didn't know the camera was aimed at her. Sam betted she did. Sam wondered if the pictures were posed for or genuine because they sure looked genuine.

'The pictures really are something aren't they?' A kind voice said.

Sam looked over and saw a woman leaning out of the window of the reception booth, smiling at her.

'Umm, yeah they are,' Sam said walking towards her. 'You'll find most people are accepted here for who they are. That's one thing I love about this school.'

The woman gave Sam another warm smile. She was extremely pretty and as Sam thought about it, so were a lot of people at Thorns High. She had glistening caramel coloured wavy hair that perched on her shoulders. Her eyes were almond shaped and a warm hazel colour, her skin was an olive colour and she was wearing a shirt that seemed as if it was unbuttoned a tad too much.

'I'm glad about that too.'

'I'm Miss Carole, the head receptionist and I should always be here if you need some help around the school, you must be Sam Frost?'

'Yeah,' Sam replied, wondering how this woman knew who she was.

'I thought didn't recognise you. I think you'll find that most of the students are quite friendly. Most of them but there are a few I would keep away from but the others should be able to help with classes and things.'

The bell sounded and people started pouring into the hallway and rushing off to classes.

'Here's your timetable,' Miss Carole said handing Sam a planner and timetable which she put in her bag. 'You have Art first in P12, followed by Maths in A9.'

The other lessons she had were English, Science and Music.

'Where's that?' Sam asked confused.

The receptionist gave her another reassuring smile.

'Don't worry Sam; it's not that hard to find your way around this school once you get the hang of it.'

Miss Carole grabbed a planner off the side and flicked through it to the back. She laid it on the counter in front of Sam and pointed at the page she was on.

'This is a map of the school it will help you whilst your getting used to finding your way around. This black part here is the office where you are now. Each part of the school is split off into sections that are named a letter. This red part is section A, where all the A classes are located, this is section D, where all the D classes are, this is Section P, Q, R and T.'

She pointed at each letter section in turn.

'It's just a case of following the map to your class. Do you think you can manage?'

'Yeah, sure I'll be fine,' Sam said pulling her own planner out and flicking to that page.

'Are you sure? I mean I could always take you to your first class?'

'No, don't worry; I've got to find my way around alone sometime, right?'

'Right,' Miss Carole grinned.

Sam set off down the corridor following the map. Section P was to the right of the school, not too far away from the office actually. Finally she found P12 after an embarrassing case of walking into someone else's classroom when thinking it was a door to a corridor. Sam turned red just thinking about it. Art class was a lot of fun the teacher was great and she too was pretty. She was slim and teenager like with dyed pink hair and a paint splattered apron. All the students seemed to love her. When Sam walked in late she simply pointed towards a seat at the back where an easel was set up with paints. Everyone else was drawing and was so absorbed in their tasks that they didn't even turn around to look at her.

Sam had chosen Art, Music, Extra P.E and Dance as her options. The ones she'd been studying in London. On the board it had said 'draw whatever you feel like' and so Sam drew. Sam drew a beautiful woods scene where the moon was full high in the inky blue sky. There were tree's everywhere, blocking out most of the sky, and the ground was dark and dirty. There was a girl stood in the centre gazing up at the moon all you could see of her was her long ash blonde hair. One hand held the back of her hand whilst the other hand was hanging loosely at her side, a red rose hanging from the tips of her finger. The red of the rose was the only right colour in the image. The girl was wearing a long black dress that went out in ruffles and you could just see the back of her bare feet. Sam had only drawn it and that had taken her the whole lesson. She hadn't begun to paint it but she knew exactly what colours would go where. It was only at the end of the lesson that she realised that the girl was meant to resemble herself. The teacher was very enthusiastic about Sam's work and tried to hold it up to the class but Sam stopped her.

The next class was Maths and Sam was incredibly bored. She was more creative in lessons and didn't understand the cold hard logic that Science and Maths offered; there was no room for negotiation. She preferred English where everything reached a conclusion, unlike Science where some things could never be determined, but things could also be challenged, unlike Maths where there was always a correct answer. The teacher was a strict man who was quite old but looking good for his age, not that Sam would ever go there. He insisted that Sam introduce herself and she noticed that whilst a few people remained bored others perked up and listened to what she had to say, which was:

'Hi, I'm Sam. I come from London and moved here to live with my Grandparents because my mum obviously hates me.'

A few people laughed at the last part but the teacher frowned and said,

'thanks for over sharing Sam.'

Sam was asked a question which she got right thank God but she was pretty sure that one day she'd be caught out. She was beginning to think she might hate Maths class. Then it was break finally. Sam had used to worship break times in London but now she found with rising disappointment that she had no friends to spend it with. When she got outside she sat on an empty bench and crossed her legs, studying her timetable and map but she was distracted when she noticed something happening not far away from her. It was so close that she could hear every word the people were saying.

There was a girl with short black hair that looked natural and sea green eyes. She was tall and long limbed and looked angry. She was pretty in an aggressive way that wasn't to in your face like some people. She looked like one of those girls that looked pretty whatever she was doing. Behind her were a boy and a girl. The boy was hovering almost protectively directly behind the girl. He was incredibly good looking with shaggy blonde hair and a face like a model. The other girl was small and slim with long brown hair and wide brown eyes that were filled with fear. Sam wondered whether that fear was for the tall girl with black hair or herself. The tall girl was speaking to a boy in front of her. He too was handsome but his eyes were filled with malice and he was really quite scary.

'I saw you Alex! Don't lie to me! You were trying to rape her!'

So they were talking about the girl behind them obviously. The brown haired girl shuddered.

'I don't think he was babe,' the blonde guy said putting his arm on the girls shoulder.

She shook him off.

'Yes, he was Ali! Whose side are you on?'

'Yours Vix, always, you know that. But I don't think he was.'

Whilst 'Vix' was facing Ali, a look passed between him and Alex, a look that seemed like they shared something. It was kind of unsettling.

'He was!' Vix shouted. 'He had her pinned against the wall, his hand was up her top and she was pushing him away. He wouldn't let go of her! It looked like attempted rape to me.'

'Vixen calm down,' Alex said patronizingly.

'Shut up, Alex!' She snapped. 'Keep away from her, you hear me.'

She was starting to look really angry,

'Keep the fuck away from her!'

Then everything changed and Alex's amused look was lost.

'Don't you dare tell me what to do you stupid little bitch,' he hissed stepping closer. 'Pretty little bitch, but still a stupid one.'

Vixen glared but the look was lost because Ali was soon in front of her.

'Talk to her like that again and I'll kick your fucking ass, understand!' He growled.

'Yes,' Alex sighed. 'I understand.'

He then winked at Vixen before starting to walk off.

'I'll be seeing you Vixen.'

'Oh no, you won't.' Vixen sighed turning to face the other girl. 'Are you okay now?'

'Yeah, thanks,' the girl replied before walking off towards where Sam presumed her friends were.

Vixen turned to face Ali and wrapped her arms around his waist and leant her head on his chest. He put his arms around her and they stayed like that until Vixen looked up at him.

'I'm sorry,' she whispered.

'I know you are.'

'I just lose my temper sometimes.'

'I know but you need to learn to control it Stormy.'

'Yeah but it's so hard. I hate dragging you in it like that though.'

'Hey, anything to protect you from scum like him.'

Sam remembered how he was previously defending him. Interesting that he was now scum. Okay so she shouldn't be eavesdropping but it was like something out of a soap. She liked Vixen, or Stormy as her boyfriend preferred, she thought herself and Vixen were quite alike.

'What would I do if I didn't have you here baby?' She said it more as a statement than a question.

'I'll always be here for you Stormy, always.'

Was it just Sam's imagination or did something flicker through his eyes when he said that? But before Sam could get a closer look they were walking off together, hands around each others waists. Aw, Sam thought. How sweet.

Then the bell rang and it was off to English which she had no idea where was. Along the way she couldn't believe her luck that she saw Vixen again but this time with another girl. She walked towards them slowly.

'Hey, I'm new here; do you know where T6 is?'

'Ooh, Vix, she's pretty,' the other girl said smiling brightly.

Sam couldn't help but smile back.

'Uh thanks.'

'Don't mention it.'

'Summer,' Vixen said, mock disapproving. 'She asked where her room was not how pretty she was.'

She turned to Sam. 'You are pretty though.'

'Thanks,' Sam laughed.

'Yeah, we know where T6 is, we can take you there now if you want?'

'Won't you be late to class?'

'No, I'm going to Summer's class today and Mr Watts doesn't notice a thing and if he does he doesn't care.'

'Oh okay then, that would be great.'

As they went down corridors, Vixen and Summer pointed out people you should go near and people you shouldn't. Vixen pointed out people who you shouldn't go near and Summer pointed out the people you should. Summer seemed really friendly. They reached the door which was wide open.

'Oh, fresh meat,' a boy said to his friends eyeing up Sam.

He was sitting near the door with a group of boys. They all instantly turned towards her.

'Don't go near him,' Vixen said loud enough that they could hear. 'he's a sleaze.'

'Aw, Vixen,' the boy whined. 'Don't tell her that. No I'm not.'

'Yes you are,' Vixen said firmly.

Sam glanced up when she saw a shadow fall behind Vixen. She felt her eyes widen when she saw Alex.

'Well hello again Vixen my darling,' he purred. 'What are you going to do now without your precious boyfriend to help you out?'

Vixen and Summer looked at each other and both screamed in unison, 'run!' before bolting down the corridor.

Vixen shouted back 'sit with us at lunch Sam!'

Then they were both gone. Alex looked a Sam with a mildly creepy grin.

'Well hello newbie,' he leered. 'Any friend of Vixen's is a friend of mine.'

'Or an enemy,' Sam put in.

'Or an enemy,' he smiled licking his lips. 'But we could do something to change that...'

Repulsed Sam walked into the classroom, calling back,

'not on your life, rapist.'

A few people looked up and Sam knew that the courage had come from the fact that she hated leering little slimes like him.

'You'll regret saying that,' he hissed.

'I'm pretty sure I won't.'

'Oh yes you will.'

If he was so mad at her, why was he still looking at her with lust in his eyes? Ugh.

'Never gonna happen,' she smiled and they both knew she was talking about more than the things they were saying to each other.

'We'll see about that.'

Great, enemy number one on day one, Sam thought sadly. That lesson they were writing poems and by the end, Sam was pretty pleased with hers.

I Have Often Dreamed Of A Land With No Rules
With No One But Me And The Fairy Tales Of Long Ago
Would I Miss You?
Would I Think Of You?
Or Would You Just Be A Distant Memory?
Trapped In The Dark Corners Of My Mind?
With Everything So Beautiful And Wondrous
And Everything I Could Ever Need With Me
In The Land Of Dreams
Sucked In, Pulled From Every Direction
Would You Simply Fade Into My Distant Memories?
Until The Lights Finally Go Out On Us All?
Trapped Forever
With No Escape From The Haunting Melody That Binds Us

Science went by painfully slow but eventually it ended and it was time for lunch. Once Sam had grabbed her food, a ham sandwich, and payed for it, she looked around for Vixen and Summer.

'Sam! Over here!' Vixen yelled waving her arms so that Sam could see her.

A few people turned to look but she ignored them and walked over to the table. Vixen had scooted up so that there was room for Sam to sit down.

'Okay, everybody this is Sam,' Vixen said smiling.

'The one I've been telling you about,' Summer added.

'Hey,' Sam said embarrassed.

'Aw, you've embarrassed her,' a boy said laughing.

'Oh, no I'm fine.'

'See Ben, she's fine,' Vixen said arrogantly. 'Okay, Sam this is everyone. This is Summer, who you already know.'

Summer was pretty was brown hair and blue eyes, an odd combination really but incredibly attractive. Summer smiled and waved from the other side of the table.

'This is my boyfriend Ali,' she continued.

He too waved.

'Patricia, Ali's older sister.'

Patricia didn't really look like Ali, she had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and she really was stunning. You had to look closely to notice the resemblance between them. She nodded.

'This is her best friend Christi.'

Christi was Jamaican and had skin the colour of rich chocolate and long brown braids that swished when she turned to smile at Sam.

'This is Tauri.'

Tauri was what you expected a typical angel to look like, long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the whole innocent look.

'You've sort of already met Ben.'

Sam nodded and smiled. He had golden blonde hair and green eyes and had one of his muscled arms draped around another girl with red hairs shoulders.

'And this is Tasha,' Vixen finished.

Tasha looked the youngest in the group with long vibrant red hair and gorgeous pale green eyes.

'So that's everybody.'

Sam nodded and started to eat her food whilst glancing around the hall to see what different cliques ate inside. She was guessing the skaters and the emo's ate outside but you never knew.

And then she saw him.

A.N: Okay I'm sorry I left it there but I just had to. Especially sorry to Atrecia who's been waiting agers to meet Cal. Thankyou. Reviews... please! :) x