Returned.

Chapter One.

TAYLOR EVANS

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Annoyed.

That was the first emotion I felt when I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blasting an irritating beep throughout my room.

I had to admit that last nights sleep was one of the best I'd had in a long time.

I pulled myself out of bed and made my way to my bathroom, each step lessening the angst I felt about today, my first day back. Throughout the past few weeks I had been slightly excited about coming back, proving I didn't care; but at this moment I felt overly anxious for some reason.

You see when I left, the people I use to be close to were hurt, they hated me. So knowing I will have to see all of them again today and deal with their reactions to who I am now, how I've changed, it just seems exhausting.

Stepping into the shower I let the steaming hot water run over my skin for a minute as my thoughts ran wild. The water was burning almost as much as the thoughts in my head. But quickly, I pushed all my wildest thoughts away before finally finishing my shower so I could get ready for the long day ahead.

I slipped my fluffy white towel around my body and exited my ensuite bathroom, walking towards my wardrobe.

Flipping through the rows and rows of clothes that were hanging around me, I eventually decide on a red cropped tank top and some black skinny jeans I quickly threw on before sliding on my lace up black heeled booties.

Heels were not an everyday occurrence for me but these boots were my holy grail, saving me from the short height of 5'3 and boosting me up to at least 5'6.

As I stood infront of my full length mirror I slowly ran my hands through my now brown and naturally straight hair. It was much darker than my natural golden blonde hair, but I just couldn't stand to look at it anymore. It was still slightly damp but would most likely be dry by the time I left so I brushed it through and let it be.

I let out a sigh and plopped down at my makeup vanity, putting on some mascara, eyeliner, and cherry lip balm. I forced a smile onto my face and pinched my cheeks to get a hint of color.

It's been two years and still when I look in the mirror I can't see myself. I changed so much, so much I didn't know who I was anymore. Yet still, somehow, I only see her.

My chesnut brown hair that used to be blonde, my grey blue eyes that once were vibrant and bright, like oceans swirling with love and happiness. I was no longer tan but a dull and pale comparison of the person I used to be.

I chuckled shaking my head and getting rid of my previous train of thought.

Standing up, I quickly grabbed my phone before heading down stairs. Beside my garage door I stopped to grab my black bag, leather jacket, and the keys to my black range rover.

I loved this car but I couldn't prevent a deep frown from coating my face. I'd wanted this car since it was released. I loved it. My brand new car that my parents bought me off with so I wouldn't say anything about them never being around me anymore. I also have a jet black Bugatti, my silver BMW, and last but not least my black cobra speedster motorcycle.

I hadn't seen them once in the last two years.

But that was my fault too.

Once again I shake my head, ridding myself of the thoughts and plastering a smile onto my face.

I slid on my jacket, threw my bag into the passenger seat of my car and started the short drive into a town that I hadn't been through in years.

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The entire drive I had sat in silence mulling over one sentence.

"Stop acting like you care, you never did."

I don't care.

I won't care.

I can't care.

I have those words seared into my brain like a hot iron burt them there.

Like I was branded.

But wasn't I? I used to be a loving friend, a daughter, even the lesser sister was better than who I was now.

I don't have anyone anymore.

All I am now is someone who doesn't care, because now that everything's gone, who exactly am I supposed to care about?

When I pulled up to Mountain Springs highschool it was like a feeling of dejavu swarmed my senses. Familiar faces of people I didn't know, the bright blue letters arched above the entrance, kids littering the courtyard.

I was back.

So I walked towards the office and pulled every ounce of confidence, hatered, or anything that could make me stronger and projected it on my face. Ignoring any person who gave me a glance or recognized me in the slightest of ways.

One breath in, two breaths out. Dr. Westin had taught me this trick to control my emotions.

It worked sometimes.

I started to calm down and get comfortable with my I dont care attitude, when I was about to walk into the principles office and an incompetent idiot slamed into me.

The collision made me crash to the ground, as did the idiot. Why couldn't people look at the world around them every once and a while? I simply rolled my eyes before starting to pull myself up so I could continue.

"Can you watch where you're going next time?" I quietly snapped as he too stood up. I wasn't a ray of sunshine and my short temper had always been an obvious trait I had. Distractedly, I glanced down and fixed my jacket before looking back up to meet the person learning how to walk.

Bad idea.

As my eyes roamed over the scene in front of me I felt immediate regret.

I gripped onto the strap of my bag as his bright green familiar eyes met mine. Those eyes could drive you mad with one quick look, they were toxic, and they used to intoxicate me.

He looked over my face studying every detail, he knew exactly who I was. I felt myself audibly inhale as his face contorted from one of shock to suprise and then ultimately to sadness.

Lukas Whitefield.

"Taylor you're back? I-" His voice comes out shaky at first as he steadies himself before he seems utterly confused. I saw that look in his eyes and I had to get out of here so I cut him off before the words leave his mouth.

"Yeah. I am." I reply coldly, not giving him a chance to speak or a second glance as I quickly adjust my bag and walk away.

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A/N:
Okay . . . Sooo that was the first chapter of the rewrite. (I'm back bitches) I am genuinely so happy with this so far but let me guys know if you like it and if you are coming from the original I just want to say thank you so much for checking this one out!