Monday rolled around faster than anyone could say 'hangover,' and yes, after the party on Saturday I spent the following day dying in bed with my mom worrying about me because she didn't know my illness was self inflicted. Over the weekend my bedroom trashcan became home to a beautiful bunch of red roses and a note that read 'I'm sorry babe, I was drunk. Please forgive me, call me.'

My wardrobe was still my ultimate school dilemma but then again why should I even care when they all think I'm a princess anyway. I slotted down on the seat of the school bus, throwing in my earphones and listening to some Paramore to get my blood pumping, I felt mad at Noah and I wanted to so desperately have it out with him.

"Hey, Joel's friend right?" A girl sat beside me, she was very pretty with long brown hair and striking blue eyes. I pulled one earphone out and nodded politely.

"Mia." I introduced myself.

"I'm Abbey, you want one?" She offered me a starburst but I politely declined.

We got talking about everything corrupt with the high school system and all of our classes. It was so nice to talk to someone who wasn't calling me a princess or making judgments on me based on my attire or background. Things felt normal. We walked into school together.

"Come find me in the cafeteria at lunch," she instructed as she headed off towards her own lesson.

I dumped the books into my bag and made my way to chemistry, a lesson I haven't yet sat. I got there before the bell rung and came face to face with those striking brown eyes. They shone brightly as if pleasantly surprised by my arrival. The colour of swirling caramel symmetrically placed within a face just as sweet.

"How could you do that to him?" I stormed over to his desk, pointing my finger in his face.

His eyes widened in horror and he gripped his two hands around the length of his pencil, squeezing tightly. The room had become stilled, everyone watching the encounter between Noah and I.

"She's crazy." One student whispered.

"He's going to kill her." Another voice said quietly.

"Answer me!" I shouted over the whispering.

Noah looked down at his hands but stayed quiet, then he looked up at me, challenging me with a silent glare. More and more people pooled into the room, they stared us down. Their gossiping voices getting louder and louder.

"Does she not know that he's a psychopath?"

"Someone should save her."

"Someone should tell her."

"Get ready to call 911."

"How could you say those things to your best friend?" I shouted practically pushing my face into his. He sat with an impassive stare. His eyes were such a warming colour but right now they made me feel completely cold.

I shoved my hand into his shoulder having no impact whatsoever. Very slowly he pulled his eyes down to his shoulder, looking at the absent space my hands once were. The whole room gasped dramatically.

"Answer me." I shouted again.

He stood up, leveling his face with mine. Eye to eye.

"You're going to be sorry you did this" he said ultra calmly. It was the calm manner in which he spoke his threats that chilled me to the bone.

I could see the mouths of my classmates dropping open and the whispering picked up all around the room but Noah ignored everyone and just walked out. As soon as he left people started pulling out their phones texting everybody that they knew.

"He spoke." I heard one girl tell another girl.

"He practically said he was going to murder that princess. I can't believe he talked." The rumors started flying.

"I forgot how attractive his voice was." I rolled my eyes at this one.

I forced myself to sit through chemistry and not create an explosion with the chemicals even though inside I was bubbling up ready to explode. I felt eyes on me from every direction and I was mad at myself for giving people another reason to look at me and talk about me. No, not at myself.

I was mad at him.

I spent the day banging my locker closed and giving people the stink eye. I got random people asking me questions about the mornings event, people who didn't attempt to speak to me before now they just wanted feeding their daily dose of gossip.

I sat in English Lit watching more Jane Austen only this time I allowed myself to rest my head on the desk and close my eyes. I must have been drifting off for at least ten minutes before the teacher slapped her hand down on my desk. I sat up immediately, wiping the drool off my face and looked at her angry face.

She was breathing like a raging bull, her skin so red I could be fooled there wasn't a fire lit underneath. Her bun was slapped back tightly it tugged at her skin and I knew that couldn't be comfortable.

"Amelia!" A shiver ran through me as she called me the name only my father calls me.

"It's Mia." I informed her.

"Not when you're in trouble it's not. Go and get a detention slip." With a sigh I left my table and made my way to the admin office. I felt a hand grab my arm and tug me into the janitors closet.

"What the fuck?" I shouted before Noah turned on the light. My shoulders sagged and my eyes rolled.

"You can't do that to me." He told me straight and my eyebrows raised, questioning his audacity.

"You are an asshole." I banged my fist against his chest, again having no impact on him whatsoever.

"I mean it Mia, don't talk to me in front of other people." His tone was distant and cold. It pissed me off even more than I already was.

"You are a homophobic dick. I don't want to talk to you ever." I turned to face the door but he grabbed me back, taking my hand and giving me those delightful shivers that I try so hard to ignore. The whole air smelt like peppermint and vanilla and I wanted to eat him up like a little after dinner treat.

"Mia..." I closed my eyes, keeping my back turned so he couldn't see how much his closeness was affecting me right now. "Do you always believe everything that you hear?" He whispered, almost sounding regretful.

I turned to face him, letting my blue eyes cast over the hurt in his face but not letting his emotions get the better of me.

"I ask you for the truth directly and you refuse to answer any questions. So yes, I choose to believe other people over you. Tell me it's not true." He searched my eyes, but his lips didn't move to deny the story and very slowly I nodded my head.

"You're not a nice guy Noah. You steal, you're homophobic and you're mean. You know, people must be scared of you for a reason." I looked down at the scar on his arm, "and I believe you did intentionally cause the accident that killed your parents." I turned away from him and my hand found the door handle. I left him alone in the janitors closet and quickly made my way to the admin office for the dreaded pink slip of detention.

The school day ticked by extremely slowly now that I was the center of everyone's conversations. After school I sat through an hour of utter boredom just watching the clock tick down.

"I hope you have learnt your lesson Amelia and there shall be no more sleeping in my class." Mrs Kinkle said snobbishly.

"It's Mia." I corrected for the third time today.

Every time she uttered my full name it triggered an outpouring of negative emotions inside. Anger, anxiety, depression, upset, everything that there is to feel bad just overloads me and threatens to swallow me whole. Mrs Kinkle screwed up her lips at my correction but on this occasion she didn't fight it.

Finally the bell ticked to signify the end of detention and I grabbed all of my belongings and headed for the door as fast as humanly possible. I had missed the school bus home and now I was forced to walk home in the rain.

Fuck my life.