"Camryn it's Friday, you sure you want to go?" my mom asks as we pull up to the front of the school. I had to wake her up since Colton decided to wake up and be an ass. Luckily my mom can't tell that I was crying.

"Yea mom, I'm better now," I assure her. I get out of the car and notice a few kids out front staring at me. Please not today, I don't feel like being made fun of.

I haven't been dropped off at school in what seems like forever. My dad says the insurance should cover the cost of me getting a new car. Thank goodness, there's no way we'd be able to afford one on our own.

Since I usually park in the back of the school, my class is close, but since my mom dropped me off in front, I have to walk all the way across campus. As I walk, I notice more and more people staring at me, you'd think I have a huge ass sign attached to me or something.

But something's different today. They're not yelling rude things at me they're just... looking. I make eye contact with a few people from my class, but they quickly look away. I really do not need this today, my morning already started off shitty.

I finally make it to class and put my head down as soon as I'm in my seat.

"Uh hey Camryn," someone says, tapping my shoulder. I look up and see a boy named Nathan standing over me. If I remember correctly, he use to throw crumbled up pieces of paper at me and called me names. He must want the math homework or something, but why would I give it to him?

"Yeah?" I say.

"We, uh, heard about your accident," he says, nodding his head back towards a group of our peers, staring at me. "It was pretty bad, and we just wanted to say," he pauses and scratches the back of his head. This is weird. "We're just glad you're okay now," he finishes. He quickly turns around and makes his way to the group. I expect them all to start laughing because he just finished some sort of dare, but they don't. They just continue looking at me.

Is this a dream? This is too strange for it to be real. Please let this be a dream and let me wake up next to Colton.

"Camryn, welcome back sweetie." I turn my head and see my teacher standing in front of my desk. "If you have a hard time catching up, just see me after school or at lunch," Mrs. Garcia smiles.

"Oh, of course, thank you," I smile back at her. This is all new to me. I know all of this is out of pity, but I just wish everything would go back to normal.

What am I talking about?! For once in my life, no one's making fun of me, this is great. It just sucks that I had to almost die for it to happen.

Trying to focus on math made me forget about Colton for a bit, but when the bell rang, the pain came back. Second period flies by and before I know it, it's time for anatomy with Colton.

Mr. Miller greets me at the door and asks how I'm doing. After a small chat about my well being, I take my seat next to Arko.

Colton walks in seconds before the bell.

"Move," he tells Arko. I grab Arko's arm as he begins to stand up.

"No, this is your seat," I tell him, and he sits back down looking scared. Colton continues to stand over us and Arko looks nervous.

"Mr. Sommers, take your seat," Mr. Miller says. Colton huffs, but obeys.

I can feel him staring at me the entire time Miller's lecturing, and it's making the pain spread even further. What is he doing? He's the one who sent me away this morning, he's the one made me want to never speak to him again. This is his fault.

When the class ends, I hurry out of the room and into the crowded hallways.

"Camryn stop," Colton calls out before grabbing my arm and pulling me back.

"Don't touch me!" I yell at him. People stop and stare at us, but I don't care.

"Just please let me explain," he begs. He looks so innocent, so beautiful, but looks can be deceiving.

"There's nothing to explain, now leave me alone," I spit. I turn around and rush out of the building before he can see me cry. Why? Why do I always cry over him?

***

I'm in my last period of the day and my mom is already in the parking lot ready to pick me up. She was able to get out of work early so she could be here. I feel bad because Colton was suppose to be the one to give me rides, but since that turned to shit, I caught my mom off guard.

Once the bell rings, I speed walk to the parking lot. I focus only on what's in front of me because I don't want to see if Colton's around. He kept trying to talk to me at lunch so I went up to the office to eat with Mrs. Arlene.

I make it to the car without being distracted.

"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" my mom asks as I put on my seat belt. I snort in response. "That bad?"

"No, it was okay I guess." I don't want to mention Colton. "People were kind of being nice," except Colton, "it was weird," I explain.

"Camryn that's good! It's about time people realize you're great," my mom cheers and I just nod. People just feel bad that's all. "Hey, your dad just texted me saying that we should go see your grandparents, they've been wanting to see you Cam, they've been so worried."

My grandparents have called me everyday since they learned about my accident to apologize about not being able to visit me, I think it'll be good to go see them.

"Yea we should do that, are we going to wait for dad to get out of work?"

"No, he said we should go without him, he has a meeting after work and won't be home till late," she says. She pulls out of the school parking lot and makes her way down the street.

We reach a red light and my mom pulls out her lipstick from her purse. She looks into the rear view mirror and starts applying her makeup.

"Mom, please pay attention," I say nervously. I didn't realize how tightly I was gripping my seat.

"Oh my gosh! Camryn I'm so sorry," she apologizes. I can tell she feels bad by the look in her eyes. She puts her hand on my leg and squeezes gently.

I hate being afraid of being in a car, it's foolish. The light turns green and she begins to drive slowly and carefully.

"Shit!" my mom shouts, "Cam I'm sorry but I forgot I'm supposed to type up some files for the manager at my counter," she explains.

"It's okay, we can just go some other time, I'll call grandma and tell her," I say, reaching for my phone in my pocket.

"No, I think you should go, they want to see you," she says. I debate on what to do.

A part of me is scared to drive, but the other part wants to get over the fear already.

"No, it's okay, we'll go some other time," I say. Okay, maybe I'm not ready to get over my fear just yet. My mom offers a small smile and then returns her focus back on the road. I think she knows I'm scared, and I'm happy she's not pointing it out.

We pull up to the house and we see my dad's car out front.

"Your father must be here for lunch before the meeting, I should go make him something," she says as we get out of the car. I look over and notice Colton's motorcycle isn't in the driveway. I know I shouldn't care, but I wonder where he is.

My mom and I both walk up to the house and I pull out my key to open the front door. Once the door is open, an unfamiliar smell of perfume fills our noses.

Colton's POV

Fuck yes I got a job! I had an interview at a local restaurant after school and I got it! I needed some sort of income to prove to a judge that I can provide for myself, and now I'm going to have one.

As I walk to my bike in the restaurant parking lot, clouds start moving in. It looks gloomy like it's going to rain. I should hurry and get home before it starts to pour.

I also want to hurry so I can continue trying to get Cam to talk to me. She needs to understand what happened this morning, she has to let me explain.

It starts to drizzle just as I pull up in my driveway. I kick up my kickstand and take off my helmet. I should probably talk to Camryn before my dad has a chance to do something stupid.

I walk across my lawn and over to Cam's and walk up to the front door. I'm about to knock when I hear yelling. At first I panic, what if Cam's in danger, but the screams become clear.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" I think it's Julie.

"Babe let me explain!" That has to be David.

"Don't you dare call me that!" Yeah, that's definitely Julie.

They're fighting, badly. This isn't a good time for me to be knocking on their door, I should just wait.

I cross over to my lawn and enter my house. My dad's watching tv and barely turns his head to look at me.

"Ya hear that son? We're not the only family with issues," he laughs. I hate him.

I ignore his comment and walk upstairs to my room and lock the door. I fall onto my bed and let out a big, tired sigh.

Then there's a knock on my window.