I swallow the lump which is rising in my throat when I stare at my lock-screen which is a picture of Lola and I, a week before her body was found.

We where stood at some stupid party, drinking some stupid alcohol but that doesn't matter, what matters is that we where together and she was here.

But now she's gone.

And she's never coming back.

I quickly shake away the tears which where buidling in my eyes. I had to be strong, not for me, not for Riley, not for anyone else but for her.

She wouldn't want me crying over her, despite how badly I wanted too.

She'd want me to carry on and live life to the fullest, so in her honour that's what I'm going to try and do.

There's no doubt that it'll be hard and somedays will be harder than others. But it's what she would of wanted.

And she was all I ever wanted.

I slide my phone back into my jeans pocket, before walking into the doors of school. Usually I'd skip but Lola always found education important, she always used to tell me not to waste the resources I have and not to mess up my life.

So for her, I've not skipped a single day since she died.

I narrow my eyes when I feel a small figure collide with my back, I let out a low growl before turning around too see who was ruining my already shitty day.

I look down and see a girl who looked somewhat familiar, she had light brown hair and big hazel eyes.

"Sorry" She mumbles before quickly, practically sprinting away from me.

I shrug before carrying down my walk down the corridor, I stop when I hear my name being called out.

I turn on my heel and see the 'Princesss Maya Hart' coming towards me, I refrain myself from rolling my eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask tiredly.

"I just wanted too see if you where okay"

"I'm not okay Maya, and I don't think I will be for a long time" I say coldly before attempting to walk away but her hand grabs my arm preventing me from moving.

"I'm here, if you need anyone"

I shrug out of her grip, "I don't care" I hiss before I storm down the corridor.

I really didn't want anyone's pity.

I didn't want anyone to remind me, that I lost the one person I ever really cared about.

I just wanted to forget it all.

I roll my eyes when I hear the bell ring signalling that first period, was about to begin. I let out a loud sigh before making my way towards my English class, for once I was one of the first people to arrive.

My heart aches widly when I glance at the empty seat next to me, where Lola used too sit.

We used to spend hours in this classroom talking, laughing and pissing off Mrs Morrison.

Back then it seemed like the most simple thing to do.

But right now, I'd give absolutely anything, to go back to one of these shitty lessons and just hear her laughter.

"Sorry man" Some guy says as he walks past me towards his seat, I nod in a form of appreciation.

My eyes study the girl was placing herself in the seat sat in-front of me, it was the same girl who bumped into me this morning.

I feel my body freeze when I realise how I know her.

She was in the library when Lola's body was found, I examine her more closely. She looked physically worn-down, her skin looked pale and bags hung underneath her eyes darkly.

I shake my head before burying it into the desk beneath me and that's how I planned the spend the rest of the lesson.

I wasn't in the mood to listening about why poets wrote in a certain way, or whatever crap which would be spilling out off Mrs. Morrison's mouth.

"You shouldn't be sat there!" A female voice snaps, her voice was borderline cracking.

"Calm down Bradford, it's just a seat"

I hear the chair in-front of me scrap violently against the floor.

"It's not just a seat! It's respect! You can't just be sat their okay?!" She cries out.

Curiosity gets the better of me causing my head to snap up, I look at the girl stood in-front of me, tears where threatening to pour out of her eyes and down her cheeks and her hands where trembling ever so slightly.

Anger rises inside of me when I realise, what seat she's talking about.

"Get the fuck out off that seat!" I growl to the boy sat next to me.

The boy's eyes widen, "I-I...s-someone else took my seat"

"I don't give a fuck, sit on the fucking floor if you have too! Just ge the fuck out off that seat!"

The boy nods quickly before scrambling out of the seat and vacating towards the back of the classroom.

I turn my attention back to the shaking girl in-front of me.

"You didn't have to do that" I murmur, as I stare angrily at the pencil sat on my desk.

"H-He shouldn't of done that, t-that's Lola's seat and it always will be"

I snap my head up and stare at the girl, gratitude races through my veins. I attempt to give her a fairly warm look for a split second before staring back at my pencil.

"Thanks"

"I-I did it for her"

The rest of the lesson was a painful blur.

The entire time I just thought of Lola, actually that's all I've been doing recently.

Regret fills me up the most.

The regret of never telling her, that I had feelings for her.

The regret of never telling her that when we kissed at that stupid fucking party, that it made me so happy that it scared the shit out of me. Because I was shit scared that, that happiness would get taken away.

And I was right.

Because she got taken away from me.

And I just wanted, better yet I need her back.