Title: Picture To Burn

A/N: Wow, it's been a ridiculous amount of time since I've updated, and I'm so sorry for that! Life has just been crazy lately, with school and work I barely have time to sleep, let alone write. I'm gonna try and update as often as I can, but I can't make any promises. Plus I have a couple of other stories that I have to work on updating, and I have so many other ideas that have been floating around in my head that I've been trying to get down for future use. A Tyler story in particular has been playing through my head for the past week. Lol. But anyways, chapter title credit goes to Leona Lewis. I absolutely love Bleeding Love, does anybody know when her album is gonna get released in the US? I'm dying to hear the rest of it! Cuz I know it's not on iTunes or anything, only the single. :\ Anyways, enough with my random rambling, on with the chapter! So enjoy and review, thanks!

PS.. I wanted to get this chapter up before I went to bed, so I only quickly read it over a couple of times. Sorry for any errors!

Chapter 5;You Cut Me Open & I Keep Bleeding, Keep, Keep Bleeding Love...

( Hannah's POV )

I wish I could say that things between me and Reid had gotten better over the past few days, but I would be lying if I did. And I wish that I could say that I thought Reid was just mad at me, but I didn't think he was. He hates me now, no actually I think a better word is despise. He absolutely despises me now.

It was the end of the day on Thursday and I was putting some of my books in my locker so I wouldn't have to lug them to my room and back the next morning for no reason. I felt someone tug at my hair and I turned to see Rachael standing behind me, a huge smile plastered on her face. I laughed.

"What are you so happy about?"

She clasped her hands together giddily and answered, "Guess who is having a party tomorrow night?" I went to answer but she didn't let me. "I'll tell you, Brendan McDermott!" I grinned.

I finally understood why she was absolutely ecstatic. Brendan McDermott was in our grade and had thrown a party at the beginning of the school year since we were in 10th grade. And every year it had been the best party of the school year, so I doubted the one for our senior year would be any different. He was gonna go all out.

"And..." She continued with even more enthusiasm than before, "do you know where it's going to be this year?" I blanked.

"Uhm, his house like it is every year?"

"No! It's gonna be at the Dells!" She exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down this time. I raised an eyebrow, somewhat impressed. "I was talking to him sixth period, he said he was gonna go out with a bang this year." A party at the Dells would definitely go down as one of the best if not the best party at Spenser Academy. Ever.

I was about to ask her the details, like what time and exactly where at the Dells, seeing as that place was kind of big, when I noticed a familiar blonde head walking down the hallway towards where I was standing with Rachael.

Reid had his arm draped around a small brunette cheerleader he'd been hanging out with the past couple of days. Her name was Kiki, or Candy, or Kari or something ditzy like that. She was in my Latin class third period, but I still wasn't sure. They were talking closely, making an obvious scene of flirting.

Stupid Bimbo.

Rachael rolled her eyes and I slammed my locker angrily. This seemed to catch his attention and he looked up at me, a malicious glare that I was becoming all too familiar immediately settled over his features as he looked at me.

I sighed sadly and turned away from him, back to Rachael, who was now looking at me sympathetically. "Stop it, Rach."

"Hannah..."

"Please, I don't wanna hear about how I have to get over him, how I'm better off without him, blah, blah, blah. Not right now, please." I wasn't in the mood for that lecture again. I opened my locker again. "Where's my blazer?" I asked half-heartedly, looking to see if I had dropped it on the floor. Rachael shook her head, confused.

"I haven't seen you with it since lunch." She said as her cell phone started ringing. She picked it up and I assumed it was Bobby from the lovey-tone her voice took on almost immediately. Just another thing to remind me of what I didn't have anymore.

But this is what I wanted right? No more cheating, no more fighting, no more games.

No more pain.

No more Reid.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those thoughts. I racked my brain, trying to remember where I had left my blazer. I had it in lunch, and after lunch because we went outside to meet up with Bobby and his friend Chad.

Chad.

I smiled to myself, thinking of the cute boy with the shaggy blonde hair that Rachael and Bobby were trying to get me to go out with this weekend.

Maybe getting over Reid wouldn't be as hard as I thought...

Okay, back to the important matter here. My missing blazer. My parents were gonna kill me if they had to fork over another hundred dollars for a blazer. It was my third one and school had only been in session for a little under a month.

After lunch was Pre-Calc, and I usually took off the school mandated blazer in that class because the teacher was old and always had the heat cranked up to about 90 degrees. That must be where it is.

"Rach, I'm gonna go look for it." I said and she nodded, covering the speaker of the phone momentarily to answer me.

"Alright, I'll meet you in the locker room before practice."

"See ya soon."

"Bye Bitch." I laughed and flipped her off and headed towards the room that served as the torture chamber fifth period everyday. It wasn't that far from my locker, maybe two hallways at the most, and I was hoping it wouldn't be locked up for the night yet.

I grabbed the knob, and was happy when I felt it turn in my grasp. I walked in and immediately stopped in my tracks.

He just had to pick this room, didn't he?

I shouldn't be surprised though, I had the worst luck in the world. I must have broken five mirrors or something when I was little that I didn't remember.

I looked back up to where Reid had Miss Cheerleader-Skank perched precariously in his lap, his tongue so far down her throat I'm surprised it wasn't coming out of her ass.

Such a fucking slut. Both of them.

Did I mention that I really hate my rotten-fucking-luck? Well I do.

Ugh! I had to get out of there, but I wasn't leaving without my blazer if it was here. If my heart was gonna get ripped out of my chest, at least something productive was going to come of it.

And it better fucking be here. If I was seeing all of this for nothing, I was gonna throw that stupid bitch through a wall.

They hadn't noticed me yet, and I quickly averted my eyes from them to where I sat that day in class, and there was my blazer, draped across the back of the seat.

I let the door slam shut behind me as I headed to my usual seat, which was three levels lower then where they were.

"Hannah...?" I heard his voice, but I refused to look at him, fearing that my eyes would give away what my face was trying to hide. I grabbed the most hated part of my school uniform, and headed straight out of the room, not chancing a glance back at them.

But as soon as the door closed behind me I was running, tears falling freely down my face.

I don't know how far I got, I wasn't bothering to look where I was going, when I bumped into a hard, solid body.

"Whoa..." Whoever it was caught me before I fell to the floor. "Hannah? What's wrong?" It was only then that I noticed it was Tyler's worried voice that matched the blurry face, topped with a blob of brown hair.

His hands were on my face, wiping the tears away, questioning what had happened and I couldn't help myself...

I know I had caught him off guard, because for a brief moment he responded back.

"No, Hannah stop!" He exclaimed, holding me at an arms length. "We can't do that!"

"Why not Tyler?!" I asked, trying to attack his lips again. But he held me back. Damn him for being stronger then me!

"Reid's my best friend, Hannah." Yeah, like I didn't already know that.

"So? It's not like he actually cares anymore." I stated, and I felt my vision start to blur once again, but I fought them hard this time, trying to keep my composure.

"What are you-Oh..." He trailed off, as if some kind of realization had just hit him. "You found out about him and Kristy, didn't you?"

"Oh? Are you talking about Cheer-slut?" He nodded and I forced a laugh. "So that's her name."

"I mean, sure they're kind of dating now or whatever...but he still-"

"Dating?!" I cut him off. "They're dating?" My voice cracked slightly on the last word. Tyler suddenly looked nervous.

"You didn't know?" He asked and shook my head, tears rolling down my cheeks once more. "Oh, Hannah..." He pulled me to his chest and rubbed my back gently. "It's nothing to him, Han." He said as my tears soaked through his white dress shirt.

I shook my head miserably. I can't believe he had already replaced me. "It didn't look like 'nothing', Ty."

"Sweetie, he's only trying to hurt you." He started. "You hurt him, so he's trying to hurt you just as bad. He's on the defensive now, you know just as well as I do how he gets." He pulled my head up so that out eyes were locked. "But Hannah, he's my best friend. I've known him since we were in diapers and I can see through that wall he puts up for everyone else." He paused, to make sure I was listening before continuing. "This whole 'Kristy' thing; it's nothing to him." He stressed the 'nothing' part. "He doesn't care about her, she's just something to keep his mind off of you." I sniffled and he reached up to wipe a few stray tears from my face. "He cares about you so much, I swear it Hannah."

All I could do was nod. And I did it more for his benefit then my own. When it came to Reid, I didn't know what to believe, or think, or even feel anymore.

Seems that getting over Reid Garwin was going to be so much harder then I thought.