Whats next?

Coming back to it all

Alone.
I nobody understands what alone really feels like until your in that position.
To be surrounded by a sea of people yet feel like your the only fish around.

*****
(Taylor's P.O.V)
Blank hollow staires shot from almost every student in the lobby as I walked throught the main doors of my old school Prescott Private.

I could feel the shooting stares burning holes in my back, while others stop their conversations with their friends and start whispering over their shoulder. Hmm I wonder what their talking about now?. (Note the sarcasm)

I walked towards the office looking at my feet trying to avoid the red blush swarming my face. Wow I still remember this place better than the back of my han- my train of thoughts were interrupted by a large solid figure throwing me down to the ground. The one and only; Alec Rider. His light ocean blue eyes sparkled into my emerald eyes. I picked myself up before a joyful smirk formed his lips.

"You know should watch were your going. Around here if you don't be careful you can run into quite some trouble" he exclaimed giving me a wink

"Thanks, i'll take your advice if you take mine; move" I snapped thinking about all of our past memories that taunted me in the back of my mind

"Touche. Touche. Greenie. Is that how you speak to a old friend?" He asked pulling a devious grin.

"We are not friends. Not now. And not again. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get by" I said while putting up my walls and attempting to get past him

He put his hands up un surrender and moved to the side. "Im sorry Taylor" he trailed off softly grabbing ahold of my right hand. Shivers of my hands in his shot thought my body, until I ripped my hand out from his

"Ok. So are we done here?" I asked harshly, giving a straight glance straight into his eyes before quickly walking into the office without giving him a chance to say anything else.

I sat in the office chair waiting until Madame Tyon was done dealing with 'The Bratz' you know thoes girls that wear a pound of makeup and I swear over 100ml of hairspray to keep their beach curls in place to school daily; tweet everything they do; they ones you'll find bulling on the girl down the hall; the ones you'll find sitting in the back of the class room texting with half their boob out of their cardigan and then when called out on use the stupid dumb ass voice that sounds like when the doctor is pressing the wooden stick against your tongue down and looking into your mouth at at your uvula; the ones that thinks everyone likes them and the ones that seem to NEED boy to their hip every nine hours or they have a major breakdown and start questioning their relationship with the poor sucker.

Well i'll give you three great examples of those stereo-type like girls. Makenna Picco. Brittany Morgan, and the worst of the three Rebecca Ramon.

They all turned around on their heels in almost unison. God so cliché. They caught my glance as I stood up, Rebecca stared right into my eyes as if she was trying to read my mind. Why was I ever friends with them?

"Hey, your back, why did you leave?" She smirked from ear to ear fully knowing why I felt.

"Why do you spread your legs?" A moment of silence passed before I continued "I think thats where this all comes around to" I snapped quietly before lightly ramming into her shoulder as I walked by.

"See ya later" she said under her breath but loud enough for me to hear

God I hope not

*****
Madame Tyon introduced me to all my classes to meet my teachers. Most of the teachers remembered me from before when I left to London for the year I was gone, they gave me a hug and welcomed me back. I felt like I was back at home once again, for the most part.