Bonnie Wells is a lot of things, a student, a friend, and a waitress. Some would describe her as naïve, kind, and heartfelt, but sadly blissfully ignorant. People who knew Bonnie, who really got a closer look into her life, would say she's a pure soul who wants to help everyone she can, and others…others would feel sympathy for Bonnie. As her mind is a fickle thing. Her mind likes to fixate, and focus, and obsess over small details, of happenings in her lifetime, over and over and over again. And other times, her brain is so wired up that her mind can't focus on anything at all.

She liked to fix everything, she liked to make her work and her art perfect down to the tiniest slither of a detail, it had to be perfect. The only issue is, especially with her art, she would constantly find things that were wrong, constantly finding mistakes where others couldn't, to her, none of her art was perfect, because, to her, there was always something. It was never finished. It was one of her biggest flaws in life. She could never, truly, be happy about her work, as there was always a mistake.

This is why she was so happy to tell Mrs Hack that she had finally found her passion for her coursework and the competition. Her sketchbook was full of ideas and notes and little details of her passion, one that she wouldn't completely show to Mrs Hack. That was far too embarrassing. So far, all she would show Mrs Hack was her idea's general basis. The basic outline of what would be on her canvas. Her eventual entry for the competition. And also, her distraction.

Ever since that night with Mr Jefferson, him touching her, lightly, she tried to tell herself. When she was forced to clean up his mess, as his feet. She felt gross. He tapped her, yes, but that didn't diminish her feelings. Her heart dreaded that it could only get worse, she couldn't tell anyone. Who would believe her? No one was around when it happened, he was an esteemed photographer and teacher at Blackwell Academy. She was just a student who earned a living serving coffee and breakfast to truck drivers and police officers on break. So, she needed that distraction.

All night and all day she had spent working and searching for her coursework, she had already ordered the canvas online, and it was arriving in just a few short days, she had taken the shift off for the next weekend so she could visit outside of town for the proper paints, her wages were going into this because it was a distraction. Something she could focus on. From everything else.

Her heart was hammering as she stood in front of Mrs Hack, watching her look through all her work pages. Work that she had spent so much time and sweat into, if Mrs Hack resented the idea, she would be lost on what to do, she wouldn't have an idea for her coursework and competition entry, her distraction would be gone, then her mind would go back to Mr Jefferson and–

"Looks good".

A sigh of relief.

"It looks like you've really thought this through, I can see your vision for the end product, you have a clear objective in mind and what you want to portray, the message you want to send out, I really feel like I can see the emotion in this. Well done, Bonnie, now", her head snapped up, "have you started already, I expect to see first and second and fifth drafts before you even start on the canvas before you even think about the final product".

Bonnie held in a groan, she hated doing drafts, she wanted to get stuck right into it, but she knew it was for the best. She needed drafts so she could see what worked and what didn't, she needed drafts to show her progress and changes, to show the story, it was painstaking, but she'd do it.

"Yes, Miss", she muttered, she tried not to be too dejected, yes Mrs Hack was proud of the idea but the thought of doing drafts first, ugh, she would get over it.

"Good, now we have 20 minutes of the class left so try to start on your first draft now while you still can", and with that, Mrs Hack turned around on her chair and back to her computer, no room for arguing then, the sign of the end of the conversation. Bonnie trudged back to her seat, before tying up her hair, pulling it tight around her head.

"You look so pretty with your hair down, keep it that way".

Those same words were ringing around her head over and over again, and she couldn't forget them, it was impossible for her to forget considering she had kept the note. She was torturing herself, reading it over and over again. In a way, it was torture, and in another, it was a way for her to remember that it actually happened, that she wasn't going crazy, he had actually written that down and left it there for her.

Shaking her head, she looked at the large sketchpad in front of her. she had drawn the grid lines and written down a few notes of where things would go before she forgot them. She had briefly sketched out the hands, her favourite thing to do. Most people in her class said they hated drawing hands, but she loved it, she loved all the different positions they could go in, and she loved drawing all the muscles, tendons and bones that came with hand drawing, it gave her a challenge, and so she started with that.

She heard the quiet murmur of her other classmates as they all relaxed into their routine of creating their art, Mrs Hack had put on her classical music, which she believed helped her students feel like they were in a relaxed environment, she believed that having a stressful, tense lesson can adapt and change the way of her student's art, and so, she put on classical music. Which to Bonnie's relief, helped her think. Helped her grab the damn pencil and start drawing, start working on her first draft, she could do this. Her hand flowed, her mind free and she went, her thoughts woefully trying to stay uplifted. Trying not to think about Mr Jefferson, or the missing girl, or how Kate still hadn't talked to her… it…almost worked.

Her concentration was broken by the sound of the bell. And slowly, but surely, she put her things away, tucking her sketchbook into her art drawer along with everyone else's art. Taking a breath she checked her phone…oh, a message from Max.

Max :) 3:56 PM

Hey Bonnie, I don't want to worry you but I'm having a little panic and I just wanted to see a friendly face, would it be okay if you met me in the bathroom? X

Bonnie's heart stuttered, bless Max, it wasn't easy moving to a new place and being around all these new people.

Me 3:57 PM

Oh, bless you, you're so sweet, of course, I'll come and see you, anything to make a friend feel better, I'm just packing up my things and I'll be right with you :)

The blonde hastily packed up her things, God she hoped Max was okay, Bonnie knew what it was like to have little panics, they could just grow bigger and bigger until you didn't know what to do with yourself until you couldn't speak, your words a garbled mess and your thoughts running all over the place, it could escalate so quickly, so Bonnie was damned sure she would get there as soon as she could.

"Bonnie?", she turned, facing Mrs Hack.

"Yes, Miss?"

"I hope you don't think I'm stupid", Bonnie spluttered.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not stupid Miss Wells, I know something is going on with you, I just hope you know I'm here if you need to talk, obviously you don't have to right now, but I hope you know I am always here to listen and know I will believe you, okay?", Bonnie's heart dropped, she couldn't know, could she? There was no way she knew what Mr Jefferson had said to her, done to her, it was impossible, and yet, that knowing look in her eye, the sad turmoil residing in her that was always present, but never spoken for. Bonnie cleared her throat.

"Thanks, Miss… but I really have to go".

"I understand", and before Bonnie could give Mrs Hack's words another thought, she spun around and walked right out of the door. She needed to see Max, and make sure she was doing okay, she checked her phone again, right, Max was definitely in the bathroom. Walking down the busy hallways, people going about their day, god, she really hoped Max was okay, maybe she just had a bad lesson.

Her heart felt heavy, she felt like her movements were slowing down.

What is happening to me?

She needed to get to the bathroom, something felt wrong. This unimaginable sense of dread, her head was in so much pain, she had no idea where it came from, this agony, it came out of nowhere, everyone seemed to walk so slowly. Her joints ached, her brow sweating, and she was so close to the bathroom door, her body was on fire, she tried to speak, her words barely coming out, a whisper, a gargle, she couldn't speak.

It was within reach.

The door handle was just there.

I don't understand.

A ringing in her ears now.

She didn't know why she felt like this, Max said she was just having a little panic and she needed a friend, why did she feel like someone was dying. She raised her hand to the door handle, or she tried to. Her hand felt like it was moving through sludge, like when she was in a dream, and she couldn't run fast. She heard what sounded like an argument on the other side of the door…that wasn't good. One sounded an all too familiar voice, low and rumbling, the voice she heard in her dreams, and the other was a girl's voice, one she had heard before but couldn't quite place. Her hand gripped the door handle, shaking as the cold metal cooled her sweaty palms down.

She slowly pushed the handle down.

Goddamn it why can't I move any damn quicker?

She pushed the door open.

A gunshot.

"NOO"

She was back in Mrs Hack's classroom.

"What the fuck!", she all but shouted, a sudden red flush coating her cheeks as she looked around the classroom, everyone was staring at her, the silence creeping up on her, she clutched her pencil in her hand, digging into her palms that it drew blood. Mrs Hack has her arms crossed and a very disappointed look on her face, one that caused Bonnie to feel shame, shit this is embarrassing.

"Have something to share with the class Miss Wells?"

"Umm, no, sorry", she murmured, lowering her head, her neck itched, and everything ached like her body wasn't right, her body felt wrong, she felt hot, too hot. God she was sweating so much, nothing felt right. She looked back at her empty sketchpad, just grid lines, no notes, not the start of the sketched hands she had definitely drawn out. What the fuck! She looked at the clock.

3:51 PM

Okay, so she had her talk with Mrs Hack, the bell would ring in a few minutes and then she would get a message from Max to meet her in the bathroom, and that's when everything went weird. When she opened the girl's bathroom door.

This is some weird, very fucked up dream, I'll just go with it for now maybe it's just a dream.

Trying to calm her beating heart, she went back to redrawing the hands that she was sure she had already drawn, an annoyance grew in her because now her notes were no longer there, and she had definitely forgotten most of them, that's why she wrote it down, so she wouldn't forget, but all her work, all the work she did, was undone. Oh, for fuck's sake. She silently groaned, this was so unfair, she couldn't remember her damn notes, and she had to redo everything.

Her body started to feel hot again, everything seemed to slow down, Mrs Hack's classical music turning into a low unrecognisable whirring, her hand felt so heavy as she lifted her hand to the paper, come on, just put your damn hand on the piece of paper, it's not difficult! Her heart was thundering again, her pencil clattered to the floor.

She was in Mrs Hack's classroom again, but things felt off. Again. She checked the time, once more.

3:49 PM

What. The. Ever-loving. Bullshit is this!?

Time was now going backwards? Bonnie's head felt like it had been slammed between two rocks, it hurt, everywhere. She was confused and panicked and pissed off, whatever this weird dream was, she wanted it to be over. Now.

She looked over at her sketchpad and felt like she was going to cry, now her sketchpad was completely empty, she couldn't believe it. She felt like screaming, why was this happening, she just wanted to finish her first draft and she couldn't because, what? Time was rewinding? That would be ridiculous, it was impossible. She looked at her sketchpad again, the line she had barely drawn a few minutes ago had completely disappeared. Again.

God, this is so ridiculous. At least my grid lines are still there.

She felt hopeless, all the work she had been doing for the past 20 minutes was all for nothing, she was furious, her work, albeit not a lot of it, was gone, she was in a damn loop and it was driving her crazy. Her head was killing her, it felt so heavy like it was full of lead, every which way she turned her head, it felt slow and sluggish.

She felt her phone buzz, dragging her out of her hazy mind.

Max :) 3:56 PM

Hey Bonnie, I don't want to worry you but I'm having a little panic and I just wanted to see a friendly face, would it be okay if you met me in the bathroom? X

Max had messaged her, at the exact same time as…last time? She wasn't sure, this was all too confusing, and everything felt so blurry. What happened after she left the classroom? She couldn't quite remember, that was when everything felt weird, and…wrong. That was it.

She had to go to the bathroom, and meet Max, maybe it wasn't just her, maybe Max felt like something was off too. And hopefully, everything would go back to normal.

Bonnie was meant to be happy today, she was meant to enjoy herself, her shift didn't start until late tonight as Joyce was there, so Bonnie had time where she could actually relax and focus on her artwork, or even just watch a bit of TV, she couldn't remember the last time she watched trash TV, it was meant to be a good day, not this weird looping shit she was dealing with. She even thought, that maybe, potentially she could meet up with Nathan, after all, she still had his jacket.

Her eyes widened.

She still had his jacket; she had meant to give it to him days ago! And yet it was still tucked in the corner of her room, eyeing her whenever she walked in. Muttering to herself, she got out her phone again, no point in trying to work on her artwork anymore, she only had a few minutes left of the lesson anyway.

Me 3:58 PM

Hi Nath, just wanted to ask and see if you wanted to meet up? I still have your jacket after all…

The reply was almost instantaneous.

Nath 3:59 PM

Fucking course, I do. I have shit to do first, we'll meet later in the car park.

Always straight to the point. She thought, straightforward, no bullshit in-between, answers. And in a way she liked it, he didn't cut corners, he didn't think of an excuse, he told it how it was, and it was refreshing. Maybe her messaging Nathan would throw this weird time loop back to normal. She hadn't done this yet the previous few times, so maybe, this damn nightmare would be over…all she had to do was go to the bathroom to make sure Max was alright, and eventually, meet up with Nathan to give him his jacket back. Shit, need to head back to my room to grab his jacket then.

The bell rang.

She let out a breath.

She could do this, all she had to do was walk to the damn bathroom to meet up with Max, and then go to her room, collect Nathan's jacket, meet up with Nathan, kiss Nathan…

"I wish" she muttered to herself as she collected her things.

"Bonnie?", she turned, facing Mrs Hack. Again, this is exactly what Mrs Hack already said to me.

"Yes, Miss?" She remembered saying that, what if she said something different, what would happen? Would she dare change the past? Or is it the present? She had no clue. Although, she had already changed the past/present. She had messaged Nathan, she hadn't done that last time.

"I hope you don't think I'm stupid", Bonnie watched as Mrs Hack raised an eyebrow at her, assessing her, it made her uncomfortable; as if all her secrets were exposed.

"Excuse me?" She had messaged Nathan, would that change things?

"I'm not stupid Miss Wells, I know something is going on with you, I just hope you know I'm here if you need to talk, obviously you don't have to right now, but I hope you know I am always here to listen and know I will believe you, okay?", even hearing Mrs Hack say that a second time, she still wasn't sure, how could she possibly know what Mr Jefferson had done? It was impossible.

"Thanks, Miss… but I really have to go", she felt even more anxious than last time.

"I understand", and with that, she left. And this time, she would get to the damn bathroom. She had no idea as to why she thought she needed to be there, it just felt like the place she needed to be.

She all but sprinted to the bathroom, ignoring the confused looks, Brooke quirking up an eyebrow as she watched her best friend shoot down the hallway as if she was on fire, her bag heaving against her back and her oversized portfolio clunking against her side. Her boots stomping down the hall, she ran past the curious eyes of Mr Jefferson, and eventually found herself in front of the bathroom.

Here she was, all she had to do now, was open the damn door.

Her hand reached out, almost barely touching the bathroom door handle, her breathing heavy, she pushed down and…

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The shrill high pitch of the fire alarm broke her out of her trance. Looking around she saw students running to the exit doors, her head whipped back around, she could just open the door and see–

"Would all students please leave to the nearest exit, thank you"

"Goddammit," she muttered, before turning around and making her way out of the main building. Not looking behind her, not witnessing the blue-haired girl leave, not noticing the boy leave. The boy who gave her his jacket. The boy who was hiding secrets so dark she couldn't even begin to think of. To dream of.

She was with Brooke, who was flying her drone, she was meant to meet up with Nathan in 30 minutes so to pass the time she thought she would spend it with Brooke. Brooke had been going on about the damn drone for weeks now, so when it finally arrived it was all she heard Brooke talk about, oh and Warren. It was also a nice distraction for Bonnie, as Kate still wouldn't talk to her, it had gotten so bad that Kate was now no longer talking to Brooke either, which in turn, had pissed off Brooke.

"I didn't want to watch the fucking video of Kate, it was just everywhere that you couldn't not see it, I love Kate, I really do, and I know she's going through some fucking bullshit right now, but we're meant to be her friends and ignoring us isn't going to do jackshit except hurt us and herself"

Safe to say, Brooke was in a mood and had been for the past few days for Kate ignoring them, so this drone, this damn drone, would be the highlight of their week, just chilling out by school the sun rays hitting them, making Bonnie feel cosy warm in her sundress, one of her favourites actually. The sun dress was long but cinched in at the waist, dark pink flowers covering the bodice, and a small tie in the middle holding the two sections together, and of course, how could she forget her comfy black boots. Listen, Bonnie liked sundresses and skirts and girly clothes, but she would wear her boots everywhere she possibly could. They were just too comfy, and she hated flats and slip-on shoes, they always came off and she liked the stability and sturdiness of the boots.

"It's the HiFly Drone, model B400 EVO, look how well that shit flies man, and it has a camera and the distance it travels is ten times further than the last drone that I had a few years ago, the old HiFly drone was good, but man this one really takes the cake, think how many cool shots I could take with this!", Brooke's cheeky smile brightened as she looked at all the high tech controls, Bonnie smiled back but didn't quite respond, she wasn't very tech-savvy or…well drone-savvy either, but it was nice seeing Brooke smile and get genuinely excited about stuff.

"That's really cool Brooke, I expect to see tons of drone footage on your Instagram account now", she chuckled, flipping her hair over, as much as the heat was nice, boy, did it make her sweaty, her hair sticking to her neck, her palms sweaty again as she gripped her phone, waiting for Nathan to give her the message that he was ready to meet up in the car park as planned.

"Would Nathan Prescott please come to the front office? Thank you", came the announcement, Bonnie looked up as if expecting to see Nathan standing before her, but no. Why on earth was he needed in the front office? How odd.

"Ooh, I think lover boy is in trouble", Brooke smirked, her face not leaving the controller, as if entranced by the buttons and thumb sticks, the little screen showing the vast sunset going over Blackwell Academy.

"Oh shush, he's not in trouble, it's probably going to be about career futures, remember? We all have to have a talk in a few months about our plans for the future, I have no doubt Nathan Prescott gets the privilege of having that talk early", Bonnie replied, a slight smile on her lips, her cheeks warming at the thought of Nathan once again. She couldn't help it, he had somehow wiggled his way into her heart, and her fondness for him was only growing by the minute, the blonde would often find herself daydreaming about him, wondering what it would be like to properly kiss Nathan Prescott, going on a date with him, holding hands, she couldn't stop her mind from thinking all of those wonderful little dreams. It helped keep her mind at ease, but she knew she had to stop it soon, it was all well and good dreaming up a fantasy, but it had to remain that way…a fantasy.

"I think you're head over heels for the biggest dick in school, he's most definitely in trouble", Brooke snickered again, before finally looking up at Bonnie to see her crestfallen face, "oh no look, I'm sure when he is with you he is completely different, but you have to admit, he can be a little wild sometimes". Perking up again, Bonnie nodded, she knew Nathan wasn't perfect, he had his flaws, in fact, he had major flaws that made most people turn away from him, but Bonnie didn't mind, she was willing to injure his breakdowns if it meant helping him.

"Hi Brooke", came Max's timid voice, both girls looked up to see a shy Max standing before them, her hand caressing her other arm as if a way to comfort herself.

"Let me guess, you want to fly my drone?" came Brooke's snappish reply, Bonnie raised a brow, that was quite the snappish tone, had something happened between them?

"I'd love to! I love planes, and balloons, and–"

"This is neither" Brooke interrupted, "do you know what a drone really is?", Bonnie spluttered, what had gotten into Brooke, why was she acting this way?

"A weapon? Right?" Came Max's innocent response, Bonnie felt like face palming, of all the things to call Brooke's favourite new toy, a weapon was not it.

Brooke scoffed, "uh, you read too many conspiracy sites. This might be too complicated for you", she let out a sigh, "funny, Warren said you were smart. Please, step back", and with that Brooke went back to looking at the controls for her drone, deeply invested on the little buttons, Bonnie's mouth was hanging open, had Max done something to Brooke to warrant that kind of reaction, Bonnie looked up, ready to apologise to Max for her friend's behaviour, only to see Max walk around to Brooke's bag…

What is she doing?

She felt like she couldn't move as she watched Max root around in Brooke's bag searching around until she pulled out the instruction manual for the drone, which clearly had the complicated name and number on the front, Bonnie opened her mouth to say something, why was she digging through Brooke's stuff like that? She tried to speak only for her mouth to close up, a gargled gasp leaving her lips, her teeth chattering as if fully preventing her from speaking up. She watched as Max mumbled the drone's name to herself before slowly getting up and walking in front of Brooke once again.

Bonnie's brow furrowed, she tried to take a step forward her movements were once again slowing down, for god's sake it was happening again, a fresh burst of pain entered her head, stabbing her, she tried to force out a cry but again it came out all garbled, the grip on her sketchbook loosened before eventually dropping to the floor, the clattering sound seemed to boom across the courtyard. Bonnie looked over to see Brooke completely unphased by all of this. She watched as Max slowly but confidently lifted her hand up in front of herself, pointing it towards Brooke.

Bonnie watched in horror and pain as she saw what seemed like time moving backwards, Brooke and Max's conversation going into reverse, the words all jumbled into a nonsensical mess. The rewind was going faster, people walking backwards at lightning speed, birds flying backwards, Bonnie felt a little sick as she watched someone regurgitate their sandwich back to a whole one again.

The blonde felt as if her head was going to split open, she was in so much pain and agony, her breathing quickened, this rewind was doing shit to her brain, and her already jumbled thoughts that went a mile a minute became a chaotic mess of nothing that she couldn't think, this was too messed up. Her eyes welled up with tears, everything hurt, there was too much going on, it was a sensory overload, too much was going on and she wanted it to stop.

Max slowly lifted her hand down again, and much to Bonnie's relief the rewind had stopped. Everything was going back to normal, birds flying in the right direction, the boy by the tree eating his sandwich the right way, Brooke had seemingly unnoticed everything that had just happened. Bonnie looked around, had they really gone back in time? This was all wrong, it was impossible, although that would explain what happened in the classroom. But that could be my watch acting up, none of this makes any sense! Was this Max's doing?

"Hi Brooke", came Max's voice, only this time it was far more confident than before.

"Let me guess. You want to fly my drone?", came Brooke's snappish reply once again, Bonnie felt her eyebrows reach into the sky, could she not remember the conversation they had just mere seconds ago? Had Max done this? She remembered seeing Max snoop into Brookes' bag, she remembered her hand reaching into the air, and now… Brooke couldn't remember shit.

"That looks like a HiFly drone, model B400 EVO. Now that's a nice piece of tech", came Max's response, a small smirk residing on her lips.

And Brooke's smile couldn't have been brighter, "You're full of surprises. Why would you know that?"

"I love aerial photography. Drones are perfect for that, especially those with great range. It's a new era of images", Bonnie scoffed, she couldn't believe it, she could have sworn just a few minutes ago Max had thought drones were made for weapons, and now they're great for aerial photography. Surely, she didn't rewind time, maybe I did imagine it, but that makes no sense.

Brooke jumped up, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she gave Max the controller for the drone, "here, give the drone a whirl around campus!" Brooke clapped her hands in excitement as she watched Max fly the drone, soaring through campus and filming everyone going about their daily routine. And soon enough, before Bonnie had even blinked, Max had given over the control pad back and had walked off.

"I did not know she knew about drones, she's right about it being a new era for photography, you know, for a while I wasn't sure I liked her, she seems way too into Warren, but I guess she's all right", Brooked smiled, before looking up at the drone again, leaving Bonnie's mouth hanging open in shock. She looked back over to see Max talking with Daniel, before sitting down in front of him, as he started to draw her. Acting as if she hadn't just…what? Rewinded time? There was no way.

"I don't know Brooke, it kind of came out of nowhere, I thought it was a bit odd," remarked Bonnie, gauging Brooke's reaction for… well anything really, did she experience what she did? By the looks of it, the answer seemed like a no.

"Well yeah, I guess it was unexpected, but I won't slate a girl for reading up on her drone knowledge", Brooke smiled again. Bonnie clamped her mouth shut, okay, so she would not be telling anyone what happened just a few minutes ago. They would call her crazy. They wouldn't believe her, and that was what she was most frightened of.

Bonnie was not normally a violent person.

She strived for peace, resolution, for love and understanding.

But boy.

Bonnie wanted to kill Max for making her go through this.

Every five minutes, Bonnie would feel time move backwards, her head would feel like it was splitting open, her movements would go sluggish, she felt like she couldn't breathe, her hands would go numb, everything, her whole body would feel like it was on fire, so much so that she felt like fainting from exhaustion and agony. She couldn't speak, her mouth would chatter as if she was dipped into an ice-cold lake on a winter's day, and her throat would close up so all that came out was a garbled, snarling mess. Her brain couldn't make sense of anything, everything was so jumbled and messy that she couldn't concentrate on anything. She couldn't deal with it anymore, and yet Max would rewind time again, and Bonnie would have to go through it all over again, only for the sensation to completely disappear, leaving Bonnie out of breath and lightheaded.

Bonnie had watched as Max rewinded time to save Alyssa the pain from a football to the head, she watched as she tampered with the paint bucket that would land on Victoria. Bonnie watched as she saw Max try out multiple different conversations with Victoria before eventually deciding the best ending was to take a picture of Victoria in her weakest moment and post it all over social media. Before walking passed her and into their accommodation.

Brooke 4:38 PM

Holy shit did you see what Max posted on social media? Victoria was COVERED in white paint, bitch deserved it imo, I'm just surprised Max did this, I didn't know she had it in her lol

Bonnie sighed, it was all fun and games until it bit you in the ass, she knew that whatever the hell Max was doing, it would hold massive consequences in the future. Bonnie had finally come to terms that it might be a small possibility. That Max could rewind time. and doing all of this rewinding, for her own gain. It couldn't be good. Surely not. Either way, Bonnie was absolutely fed up with all of the time jumping, rewinding, and looping bullshit. It hurt her, it made her confused, and lightheaded, and she felt like she was going to go crazy if she had to go through all of that again. But she knew she would, and that's what she dreaded.

But there she sat, at the edge of the parking lot, with Nathan's jacket clenched in her hand tightly, almost hugging it, as if it gave her comfort…which it did. Not that she would ever tell anyone that. Nathan told her he'd meet her at the parking lot and then he would drive her around, and he even hinted at going to the lighthouse again, which made Bonnie's heart jump into her throat, she loved going to the lighthouse with Nathan, it always made her feel warm and fuzzy, being with Nathan made her very confused jumbled brain go back to normalcy.

The blonde glanced around, and kicked her feet as she sat, making sure no one was looking before fully delving her face into his jacket, why did it smell so good? It was unfair. The smell of coffee, smoke and cologne engulfed her senses, and she breathed a sigh of relief, Nathan Prescott's scent should not give her comfort, and yet it did, it only saddened her that she would be departing from the jacket so soon. Lifting her head away, she quickly placed the folded jacket back down neatly on her legs, looking up and acting as if she hadn't just sniffed a jacket.

She watched as people went about their day, zooming out of the parking lot, friends jumping into cars while laughing uncontrollably, the warm sun rays peaking through the trees, it was truly serene. Bonnie watched as Juliet Watson sat down on the wall, fully engrossed in her phone, she watched as Hayden and his friends laughed and pushed at each other before going into their respective cars. She took notice when Warren pulled into the end of the lot, before getting out, fussing with his hair before finally leaning on his car in an act to look cool.

I wonder if he's waiting for someone, he looks so nervous, I wonder if he's waiting for Brooke!

Bonnie's cheeky mind thought up, he just looked so cute acting all nervous, he must really like her. Only for her smile to drop as she watched Max walk up to Warren. Seeing Warren's awkward attempt at trying to hug Max. Oh, oh poor Brooke. Anyone with working eyes would be able to tell Warren had a growing and developing crush on Max, even in just the way he acted, and how nervous he was. Bonnie breathed out a sigh, maybe that was why Brooke was so snappy earlier, she knew something was going on.

Scanning the parking lot, she felt a burst of happiness and eagerness await in her heart, she watched as Nathan entered the parking lot, swaggering on as if he owned the place, hands in his pockets, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned so you could see the black t-shirt hidden underneath, and no familiar brown jacket in hand. She took note of the slight shakiness in his leg again, his hair combed to perfection, oh how she just wanted to run her hands through it, pull on it, comb through it, and make it all messy. Oh, she wished she could. Just looking at him made her mouth run dry. Her hands started clamming up again, God, he had such an effect on her and he wasn't even that close to her yet. He looked up at her smiling face, before letting out a small smile of his own, before he looked around the parking lot once more, his eyes zeroing in on Max and Warren.

She watched as he suddenly turned to his immediate left, beelining straight for the two brunettes, engrossed in conversation. Bonnie felt anxiety trickling slowly in her, this wasn't good, Nathan had that look on his face that she had seen before. During one of his breakdowns that were incredibly hard to pull him out of. Watching on, he storms over to them, getting dangerously close up in Max's face, his voice raising, before Max's own voice raised to match his own harsh temper. Panicking Bonnie hurried over, catching them midway through their conversation.

"That's why he dragged me into his office", Nathan bit out, barely restraining himself, his leg shaking once more.

"And did what? Give you a stern lecture?", replied Max, a stern eyebrow raised, her fists clenched, Warren and Bonnie looking lost in the background, both clueless as to what the two were talking about.

"Nobody, nobody lectures me. Everybody tries though… they try…" Nathan's voice went an octave lower as if disgusted by the mere thought of someone lecturing him. Bonnie tried to grab for his arm gently, maybe she could coax him out of whatever warpath he felt like going on.

"You should talk to somebody Nathan", Max uttered, her chin held high as she looked up at him, Bonnie had to give it to Max, she may be shy and timid, but when she felt threatened, she really stood her ground, even to the likes of Nathan Prescott.

"Do not analyse me! I pay people for that. Worry about yourself, Max Caulfield".

"I could call the police" Bonnie's eyes shot up, the police? Okay, that was a bit drastic, what had Nathan done to deserve having the police called on him? He hadn't done anything dangerous, had he? She really needed to de-escalate the situation; she really didn't want any sort of police involved in a teenage squabble.

"Do it. The Prescott's own the pigs here", Nathan hissed out, stepping closer to Max, looking down at her as if she was nothing.

"Nathan!", Bonnie whispered, she felt as if all her vocals had gone and all that she could utter was a whisper, those gorgeous blue eyes looked at her as if fully realising that she was actually there. As if this was the first time he looked at her, his eyes relaxed, he released a breath, as if trying to calm himself, he took a step towards Bonnie, reaching his hand out.

"Get away from her dude", Warren shouted, misreading the situation, he pushed Nathan's back, forcing him to stumble away. Letting out a growl, Nathan turned. His eyes back to that stone-cold blue of ice. Bonnie gripped his jacket with all force, holding it in front of her as if it was a shield to protect her. Nathan headbutted Warren, forcing him to stumble backwards and land harshly on the rough concrete floor, he hastily got up, his pride wounded as he looked at Nathan with a fierce look in his eyes. Bonnie felt her throat closing up, panic was settling deeply within her now, she couldn't move, all she could do was just stand there.

The screeching of tyres almost broke her out of her trance, a beat-up rusted truck slammed the brakes, she turned her head, and the truck just inches away from her, Max gasped before looking up at the driver, seemingly recognising her.

"Max?"

"Chloe?"

The two girls repeated to each other, surprise entering their features, before Max finally ran round to the side of the truck, opening the door.

"No way, you again" Nathan muttered. Again? What did he mean by that?

"Warren!" Max shouted.

"Go, go, I got this", Warren hollered back, before fully tackling Nathan to the ground, a harsh thud sounding as they both clattered to the ground.

"Get in Max!", the blue-haired girl hollered…blue hair? Bonnie's eyes widened, that was the girl in the diner! She was the missing person poster girl. Uhm, Chloe, that was it, that was Chloe! She watched as Max all but leapt into the truck, tyres screeching once more, they then bolted out of the parking lot, leaving dust in their wake. Leaving Bonnie with the two fighting boys.

Arms array, punches being thrown, Bonnie grabbed onto Nathan's arm.

"Nathan, stop, you'll get into trouble", he pushed back, Bonnie wiggled before trying to push Warren's flailing arms away, why are boys so stupid!

Nathan dodged, wanting to avoid Warrens's erratic arms.

Thwack!

A sharp sting landed on Bonnie's cheek, crying out she tumbled backwards.

Nathan had elbowed her in the face.

Nathan turned his head, eyes widening as he saw Bonnie's glistening eyes, the haze that covered his eyes had lifted, finally taking notice of her once more. Worry filled his features, his chapped lips hanging open in shock as if he couldn't actually believe that he had hurt her. Warren, sensing the other boy's hesitation, pushed Nathan once more.

Nathan let out an oof! Before he could even attempt to right himself he landed on top of Bonnie, his weight crushing her to the ground, until it was a concrete, Bonnie-Nathan sandwich. Letting out a squeak, the harsh concrete rubbing her hands, grazing tiny little cuts into her palms.

"Bonnie!"

"Now just what is going on here?", came a dreaded voice. Bonnie winced, flushing from the intimate position she found herself in with Nathan. Looking up, her heart stuttered even more, there stood the menacing look of David Madsen, the tough, hardened security guard at Blackwell Academy.

"Uh, uh…uhm", she fumbled, slowly getting up now that Nathan had moved off of her.

"Nothing", came Nathan's short, harsh reply.

"Well sure doesn't look like nothing to me", his beady eyes looked over to Warren's bloody nose, "I don't want no fighting, if I catch you three in a fight again its detention for a week, next time I won't let you off so easily" he released a sigh, "And take that damn boy to the nurse's office!" he gave another harsh look at Nathan.

Nathan released a scoff before storming off over to his car, pushing past Mr Madsen as if nothing mattered, Bonnies heart hammered… did he just walk off? Walk away from all of this? What the fuck.

"Well? What are you two doing just standing there, go! I don't have time for your teenage tomfoolery, get cleaned up and don't cause more trouble, I will remember this", he growled before storming off over to the poor teenagers in the corner smoking something they definitely shouldn't.

Bonnie grabbed Warren's hand before dragging him along with her. What even was that? Her brain tried to come up with a reasonable conclusion as to what had caused all of that.

"Warren, what happened before I turned up?" she asked, voice small as they entered the hallways, breaking the awkward silence between them.

"I can't believe she actually left me! I mean, I know I said she should go but I didn't think she actually would, do you think she saw my epic showdown with Prescott? God, I hope so, I've never looked so badass before! I mean me? Warren Graham beat up Nathan Prescott, that was so exhilarating, do you think I'll get a black eye? I really hope so, I'm going to look so badass and aloof", he ranted on, completely ignoring her earlier question. Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"Warren, you don't need a black eye, and I hate to burst your bubble, but it was a pretty even playing field, I don't think you actually got a punch in", she smirked, feeling cheeky, and having the strangest need to protect Nathan's honour.

"C'mon man, I totally got a punch in, did you see how I moved? I was like a ninja, the Blackwell Academy Ninja has just made itself known, it was me all along", he laughed, before practising a few punching moves, and doing a high kick, "I mean did you see the moves I just demonstrated? You can't mess with me?" his chest puffed up, pride filling him.

Bonnie let out a laugh, "all right Warren I think all the blood is rushing to your head", she said before sternly knocking on the nurse's door. The door opened to the school nurse, who raised an eyebrow at Warren's bleeding nose, already forming black eye, and Bonnie's small bruise developing on her cheek from Nathan's elbow. Her brows rose even higher as she watched Warren practice some of his ninja moves, kicking the air, and pretending to punch the bad guy that he was imagining. The blonde laughed at his antics.

"He's all yours".

There she was again.

The Two Whales Diner.

Joyce was here this time, alongside Chef Robert, who was singing his heart out again once more. And even John, the pot washer was here tonight, singing with Robert, their mismatched voices singing in a beautiful wave of low timbre and most definitely not in tune. The artist was thankful for the distraction, she was thankful for Joyce's humming alongside them…

"I graduated at the top.

I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie.

So, if you have a fantasy of being a queen

Maybe you should blow a couple bucks on me".

Bonnie chucked, she had no idea what the hell they were singing half the time, but it was a nice distraction for her, she felt safe, there were quite a few customers in, and she was surrounded by witnesses, nothing would happen. Nothing will happen.

"You look so pretty with your hair down, keep it that way", Bonnie clenched her eyes shut, as if that would physically block out the memory of what was written on that damn note. As if it would block out the memory of when he groaned at the sight of her on her knees; when she was sure he muttered about the nice view when she was cleaning tables. As if it would block out the memory of him definitely touching her ass. She was sure it happened; she was sure it did.

The bad singing floated around the kitchen, going through the diner, and entering her hearing. She released a breath. She wasn't alone. Not now anyway.

The bell rang, signifying a customer.

She looked up, her heart skipping a beat when she saw who was there.

Nathan Prescott, seemingly unscathed from the fight with Warren earlier. I knew Warren didn't land a hit, she thought with a miniature smile on her face.

Nathan walked over to her, sitting on the stool opposite her, his near-perfect hair having a rebellious strand sway downwards, as he sat his leg began shaking once more, Bonnie frowned, she really needed to ask him about that.

"I'm sorry I elbowed you, I shouldn't have gotten in that fuckin fight, it got you hurt and I don't normally apologise for shit but I couldn't control myself, I was so angry, and then seeing you hurt, that I was the cause for that", he took a breath, "are you okay", he scratched his neck, fists clenching, leg shaking. Bonnie let out a gasp, Nathan Prescott was apologising, to her, to Bonnie Wells. Nathan Prescott was apologising to Bonnie Wells.

"It's okay Nathan, I know you didn't elbow me on purpose, I won't lie and say it didn't hurt when you left but I understand you needed to get away", she took a breath, "I forgive you, you can relax", she watched as Nathan physically let out a loud breath, his shoulders slumping in relief.

"Thank god", he breathed, before clearing his throat, "uh I mean, thank god, otherwise where the fuck else would I get my coffee".

"You're insufferable", Bonnie laughed.

"You love it", came his quick-witted response, Bonnie blushed, "but seriously, can I have a coffee, kind of been a shit fucking day".

"Anything for my muse," she said, before going through the process of making him a black coffee, how boring, one day I hope he orders a pumpkin spiced latte or something, she thought, before turning back around, coffee cup in hand. Before letting out a gasp. "Nathan, look!"

The beautiful rays of sunshine filtered through the windows, leaving a gorgeous golden hour sunset, the last of the rays delicately spilling over before eventually turning to darkness. Arcadia Bay was known for its beautiful sunsets and pretty colours, which Bonnie was absolutely enamoured by the only difference being…

"It's snowing!", came Bonnie's childlike demeanour slipping through, it's snowing! During a sunset! "Wow, Nathan isn't this just so beautiful?" she whispered, her eyes filling with pure unadulterated happiness. She leaned over the counter, as if that would give her a better view, a bright smile on her face as she watched the snow fall gently onto strangers on the street, before eventually settling onto the ground and melting away, as if it was never there before another delicate snowflake took its place, there was something so oddly beautiful about it.

Nathan watched on, watching her expression completely light up, his chest getting that familiar tingly feeling in his heart whenever he saw the blonde in front of him, his heart skipping a beat. Even with the strangest weather occurring outside, many onlookers gawking outside to watch, including the girl he was infatuated with, all he could do, was sit there, facing away from the glass windows showcasing the unusual weather, and look at her.