Today is the beginning of my last semester of high school. Seeing my upcoming graduation, I couldn't help but think over my life lately.

I had moved here my first semester of senior year, was the shy girl in school… and then I met Kim. Kim opened me up the crazier side of La Push, the side of clubs, drinking, and what was that last thing? Oh yeah, werewolves.

It has been approximately three weeks since I had last seen Brady. Three weeks since I stormed out and didn't look back. Just the thought of him sends a pang through my chest, a pang that seems to loom, no matter how hard I've tried to stop it. As I'm getting ready I put an extra touch of makeup on, trying to hide the bags under my eyes and my sunken cheeks. I haven't spoken to anyone, Kim included. Our last conversation didn't end up too well and I'm not exactly looking forward to facing her today.

2 WEEKS EARLIER

"Just give Brady a chance, sure he fucked up, but who doesn't? You should have seen Jared and I's-"

"No offence Kim, but Brady isn't Jared. You and Jared are perfect and he wouldn't hurt a fly, especially you. Brady has already hurt me. I can't just forgive him and act like nothing happened."

Kim gave me a look for interrupting and continued, "Sure you can. You're not even allowing him to explain, how do you expect to solve things?"

"Excuse me? You're seriously taking his side on this?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes. I love you, but you're not giving him a fair shot Ali." She retorted.

My anger kept growing with every word out of her mouth, "Whatever Kim. How about when you decide to be an actual friend give me a call." I slammed my locker and started heading to my car. How could she seriously be taking his side? She knows he hurt me.

PRESENT TIME

Breathing a deep breath I shut off my car and got out. Today I would have to face actual people, Kim included. I started heading into school, making a beeline towards my classroom.

"Ali! Ali!" Kim yelled from down the hall, as I picked up my pace I heard her breathe heavily, "For fucks sake, Ali! Stop!"

I felt her grip my arm and turn me towards her.

"Ali, I'm sorry!"

A look of pure shock must have been clear as day because she continued without waiting for my response.

"I didn't mean to upset you. I know you're hurt, trust me, and it's killing me not to be able to help you. I mean, no offense, but you look like shit babe. Also your mom has been giving me updates."

"My mom?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well since someone –" She shot me a look, "won't answer my phone calls I had to resort. Please forgive me Als I love you okay? I know I can be shit sometimes, but I really do care about you." She grabbed my hand giving me her overdramatic puppy dog eyes.

"That works on Jared you loser, not me." I said grabbing her hand back, half smiling.

She pulled me into a side hug, dragging us to class. "The dream teams back together bitches!" She yelled as we kept going.

I stifled a giggle, heading into the classroom.

History II was the worst class, not only because it was the first class of the day, but also because my teacher was straight out of the grave. Mr. Kelisi is a retired military general and also general pain in my butt. No one likes him and if hearing, "Ms. Crawford, I thought I told you to be quiet!" every day for the past semester doesn't make you want to light him on fire then I don't know what does.

The bell rang and the rest of the class began piling in. As my eyes drifted towards the door I felt the whole in my heart begin to fill, then my eyes met with a familiar pair of brown ones, our connection igniting in the air between us.

"Hello class, Mr. Kelisi has fallen ill, so I'll be your substitute for the rest of this week, I'm Mr. Fuller, but just call me Brady."