A/N: Here's the next chapter. I know, I'm early. But I didn't have much homework (Its a miracle) and I figured I'd write. I don't have much to say for this chapter besides this:

I got 2 reviews yesterday and I was smiling so much my mouth hurt. So yeah, hope you like this chapter.

Bree POV

The late bell rang and I quickly took my seat. And of course the only open seats were in the back of the classroom so I had to walk past Adam and his "crew". Not that I'm complaining. I mean, at least I'm not sitting in front of them where they can stare at me the whole time. I sit in the back corner of the room and lean back in my chair. Every once in a while I stole a glance at Adam but he didn't look at me for the rest of class.

Thankfully, the bell rang and I stood up slowly, not wanting to be the first one out. After Adam and his gang left I walked out of the room. "Bree?" I stopped and looked at my teacher, whos name is Mr. Willis. "Yes?" he hesitated before continuing. "Don't let people bring you down okay?" I knew what he was talking about. "I'm fine." I said softly and walked out of class. I stopped at my locker and quickly grabbed my English textbook. I was worrying the whole way to class but when I got there I sighed in relief and the fact that I didn't see anyone I knew. The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. All of my classes were advanced (duh).

So here I was, going to my 6th period, which was music. But what sucks is that school was the one place I would go to get away from my problems, and now I had to deal with them at school too. I don't understand... That couldn't have been Adam. Well, obviously it was. But...why? Of course the answer was plain and simple. Adam was a football player; my school was bias. Football players and cheerleaders = bullies. Simple as that. Just the thought made my stomach flip. I walked into class and stopped for a second. Renovation much? There was a recording studio in to the right and to the left was a large desk. The chairs which were arranged in a semi-cirle on the back wall of the class and a podium facing the chairs and I sat in one in the back, behind some kids that were already there.

Mr. Smith. Well, I assumed that's the teachers name since it was written in huge letters on the white-board behind the podium. (Guess what his first name was?) The teacher walked up to the podium. He looked way to young to be a teacher at all. Guess the old music teacher quit...

"Hello class. My name is Mr. Smith, and before you ask, no, my first name is not John." (ha! you probably guessed that, didn't you? Gotcha) The room was silent. Guess that wasn't funny... or wasn't supposed to be funny. "This class is not a free period. This class is to learn to enhance your musical skills. If you were expecting an easy A, you can leave now." No one moved and the room was dead silent. "Also, I do not tolerate-" The door burst open my heart sunk when Adam came in. "Sorry I'm late." A group of girls giggled and I rolled my eyes. "Well, Mr.?" he paused and Adam looked at him. "Brooks." he said and took a seat in the front row. I was both disappointed and relieved he hadn't seen me yet. "Well, Mr. Brooks. I was just about to the rule of attendence, and how I do not tolerate tardiness." Adam didn't say anything and he continued. "Last, the school does not allow phones in class but will turn a blind eye. Be warned that if someone comes in and you get caught, I will not go down with you."

Buzz...buzz...buzz...

I pulled my phone out and for a moment I thought I'd read the screen wrong. But who else would text me?

Adam: cn I talk to u after class?

I looked up and saw Adam looking at me. I couldn't keep eye contact with him.

Bree: bout what?

Adam: I know ur mad.

Bree: wht on earth would give u that idea?

Adam: plz. just let me explain

I shook my head and put my phone back in my pocket. I knew Adam was looking at me but for right now I didn't care. If he thought sorry was going to fix this, he was wrong. I spent the rest of class counting the dots on the ceiling. (No seriously. I leaned back in my chair and counted the dots on the ceiling. I started to get bored after about a thousand.) Anway, the bell rang and I walked out with the crowd, successful in my plan at avoiding Adam. I got in my car and drove home.

Now, before you go off on me for being so chill all day about Adam, let me just say that I'm pretty emotionally detached. My mother died and I was in the car. So where's one truck-load of guilt (because I feel like I should have died too). My father blames me and he won't speak to me. That just adds to my guilt. Plus the sadness and heartache that comes with being unloved and unwanted. So, when my best friend deserted me, it was just icing on the cake. Sometimes I wish I could feel somethin besides pain but I guess the universe just hates me like that.

I pulled into the driveway and to no surprise, it was empty. Another day of having the house to myself. It didn't even bother me. I was so sick of being sad and depressed. Who needs emotions anyway? So with that thought I walked inside and locked the door behind me.

If Adam doesn't care than neither will I.

A/N: So...yeah. Its more of a filler than anything else. So if you haven't already, favorite and follow my story. Here's some things to think about if you plan on reviewing:

- How do you feel about what Adam is doing? Is popularity and an imae worth loosing your best friend?

- How do you feel about the fact that Bree has decided to become emotionless? Do you think she'll be able to stay emotionless?

Last question:

- How much do you hate me right now? I mean, I felt bad for Bree. I almost wanted to change the chapter. But I must create suspense. Hehe... :D

Thats all.

- muzic-wolf 3