His words

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  ~Bella pov~                ~Chapter 1~

I woke up, a pounding headache. I went and got some clothes then got into the shower. All I could think about in the shower was the "huge project that will count 80% of your grade" in math. And a big project always meant new seats and new partners. I have only been going to CalliView High School for 4 months and we've already had 5 "big projects". It was a little infuriating, but where I used to go, we were way ahead, so I was above my grade level by 2 grades. That meant the information we did the project on, I had learned a while ago and it was super easy.

After I took my shower, I went into the kitchen and ate some toast. I, then, grabbed my backpack and headed out to my car. I pulled up into the school parking lot and parked by a big black truck. It looked very beat up and could've been made in the 1980s. I didn't think anything of it and walked inside.

"BELLA!!" I almost fell. Whitney ran at me, her eyes bloodshot. I could tell she had been crying.

"What's wrong?!" I hugged her so tight I thought I heard my elbow pop. She looked at me, her eyes glossy.

"M-my dog d-dIED" she fell into my arms, sobbing. I guess any normal person would think she was being a little over dramatic, but I knew her too well. Her dog, Popcorn, was the only other thing who was there for her other than her aunt and me. After her dad left, her mom became pretty abusive, so her aunt swooped in and took her under her wing. Yes, that may sound like she is living a better life now, but her aunt is always out of the country because she is in the army. So whenever Whitney is at home, she is usually alone. Until I came into her life. We met over a game that we both enjoyed playing on the Xbox. We became best friends. Then after 2 years of being friends, I decided to fly across the country to see her in person. I stayed there for a few weeks and then decided that I loved it there so much. I begged my mom to move us there, and after a while of asking, she finally agreed. It was good with me because I had no friends where I lived anyways. And it was good for her because she was looking for a new job anyways.

The second month of living out there, I contacted her aunt and got permission to buy Whitney a puppy. She was so thankful and that was her second best friend outside of school.

Now that her dog is gone, I feel really bad for her. She will be lonely for most of the time.

I hugged her tight. After a few minutes of hugging, she looked a little bit less sad. "Thank you," she said, wiping tears from her cheeks. I hugged her again.

"I know how much she meant to you," I looked at her, "Do you want to bury her after school?" She nodded and we head to the bathroom. The bell rings but we ignore it. Shoving past the tons of teenagers trying to get to class, we enter the girls bathroom. Whitney walks over to the mirror and touches up her makeup. After a few moments, we decide to head to class. I know Whitney is a goody-goody so skipping class was out of the picture. As we are walking out she starts talking.

"Do you know Matthew O'Neil?" She asks.

"Who?" I question

She stops in surprise. "What?! How?!" She exclaims. "He was like so popular and pretty much famous," she says.

"What do you mean?" I ask, still confused.

"He used to go here several months ago, but then he was taken out of school and put in a mental hospital a little bit before you came here. Nobody knows why, exactly, he was sent there, but there are lots of rumors," she explains. I nod.

"Wow," I reply, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah. Turns out he is coming back sometime this week," she continues.

We walked down the hall and to our first period. We walked in. All eyes turned on us. Whitney turned bright red. She hates being the center of attention, and right now that is exactly what she was. Mostly..

"Excuse me?!" Ms. Smean stares straight at me. Of course. I was known as the "bad girl" of the school. All I did was mess around and get myself into trouble. And I dragged Whitney with me. "Are you going to explain to me why you are 15 minutes late to class?" She demanded.

"Are you going to explain to your husband why you cheated? Oh sorry, I meant 'ex-husband'," I spat back. The whole class giggled at my retort. She stood there wide eyed.

"D-Do I need to send you to the office?" She stuttered out. She looked so embarrassed.

"Do I need to send you to a counselor?" I smirked at my comeback. She looked like she was about to crap her pants. She frowned and looked at the classroom filled of amused high schoolers. She shot one last annoyed, but defeated, glare at me before storming back to the front of the classroom.

I walk over to my usual seat, the back corner underneath the vents, and sit down. Whitney following behind me then sitting beside me.

"So, if x is equal to 4, what would p be equ—?" She is cut off as the door to the classroom swings open. Everyone turns around to see a guy with a black hoodie pulled far over his face and a mask covering his mouth. "Excuse m—!" She cuts herself off as he pulls his hood and mask off. Everyone gasps at the sight. I didn't recognize him, but I could tell by their reactions that it was Matthew.

Someone from the classroom spoke out,

"M-Matthew O'Neil... he's back."

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter!!

>:3