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Chapter 1
Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. No hope, No harm, just another false alarm.
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Hannah's POV
"Psst...Hannah wake up." A voice muttered. There weren't many things I liked about mornings and being woken up this early made it worse. I rolled over to my stomach as I sighed heavily and pressed my face into the sheets. I pulled the covers tightly around myself . The sun beamed through the open window and the light woke me up instantly. I stared at the 17 year old boy who was staring at me; his serene blue eyes glimmered in amusement.
I clutched my sheets tighter and pulled my blanket over my head trying to go back to sleep and trying to block his voice out.
"Go away Jackson." I said, peeking through my blankets.
I felt his body jump on top of me and his dark raven hair fall onto my head. "Rise and shine sleepy head." He said with huge grin plastered on his face.
"Get off Jack," I squealed as I felt his tickles run across my stomach.
"Nope," He shrugged as he grabbed my thick blankets and threw them aside.
My eyes widened in horror as I looked at the time. "Seriously, you have nothing better to do at 6 am."
"Fine, then don't come with me to have the best time of your life." He smirked as he got off and walked over to my dresser. "See ya,"
"W-w-wait. What are you up to?" I asked curiously. I sat up and watched him snoop through my stuff.
"I'm here to drive us to school but before that let's do something fun," he shrugged casually.
I didn't move; I just sat staring at him. "I'm tired; I don't feel like hanging around with crack heads today... yes offense."
He rolled his blue eyes. "Ugh, you were so much more fun when you were asleep."
"Then let me get some sleep." I moaned.
"Oh come one, I've already come this far." He pouted, his blue eyes glimmering.
"Your house is only a few minutes away from mine." I raised my eyebrows.
Once he noticed that I wasn't going to get up anytime soon, he picked me up and started carrying me towards my bathroom.
"This is kidnapping." I groaned.
"Aren't you being a little dramatic?" He smirked
"You're not funny." I rolled my eyes as he put me down.
"I'll wait outside for you." He winked and closed the door behind him.
I got ready and dressed immediately, knowing that I lost the argument anyways. I was too tired to protest anymore so I picked out a grey sweater along with a pair of black skinny jeans and black studded boots. Once I peeled my clothes off I stared at my reflection. At my dull blue eyes and hoped for change as my eyes burned a hole in my reflection. I had gotten my blue eyes from my father who had left us when I was 10. Yeah. I was a miserable child. I felt like life was playing sick games with me, nothing good ever came my way. Not only did my hatred for him grow every second but with me too. I was reminded of him every time I looked into my eyes and I knew my mom felt the same.
I felt a lump form in my throat and I swallowed hard. This pain. It never ends.
Today was Monday, the first day of school. The first day of Senior Year. I groaned at the thought of the idea of going to school, to a place where all my nightmares came true.
Once my brown hair was neatly brushed and I'd applied some black eyeliner, I turned around to see Jackson leaning against the door frame. My natural hair colour was a dark brown but I thought to liven things up. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder.
"Can we go now?" He said impatiently.
"Fine," I said, running my hand through my long hair.
"You're beautiful as always." Jackson murmured quietly.
"You're a charming liar as always." I pushed him away playfully.
I rolled my eyes but felt myself blush slightly at his comment and remembered back to when I first met him and that memory never seemed to vanish. He was near an abandoned warehouse skateboarding with his friend James Keller whilst I was flipping through my tattered leather sketchbook. I recognized him because he went to school with me. I flipped through the musty pages until I found the last sketch. It was of a face I had drawn over and over again because I could never get it right. A love for art was kindled in me and the same was for Beth. It was our escape. To be able to draw something from your imagination onto a blank piece of paper is amazing and captivating.
I was sat with my best friend Beth who was listening to her favourite band Asking Alexandria whilst drawing one of her crazy/dark artworks she always drew. Beth was a lot of things; carefree, wild and outgoing but most of all she had a big heart. We became friends for a lot of reasons but ever since the day we met I've genuinely wanted to spend time with her because she was never afraid of showing of her true personality. But on the downside she was obsessed with boys and was always involved in my love life.
Beth began hyperventilating when the two boys walked towards our way. Before anyone could get a word out, Jackson grabbed my sketchbook and tucked it behind his back and lunged sideways like he was going to run away, "You want it? Come and get it."
I got up and crossed my arms. "Give it back."
"Kiss me," Jackson said.
I heard Beth yelp.
"What?" I asked as I raised my eyebrows.
"Kiss me, and I'll give it back." He had dimples and a wry, almost devious smile. His hair was shaggy and black with dark blue eyes that always eluded me.
My cheeks flamed and despite all of his teasing, I realized that I enjoyed it.
"No," I said lamely, taking a few steps forward.
Jackson leaned forward, with the same devious grin.
With my heart drumming crazily in my chest, I grabbed his hand that held the book. "Come on, give it."
"I know you want to." Jackson smirked.
"You don't know anything about me." I glared at him, gripping his wrist tighter.
His lips parted to speak but James came up to us. "They're waiting for us Jack."
Jackson sighed but gave a boyish smile that never failed to make your heart melt and smile with him.
"See you later..." He glanced down at the book for a swift second to look at my name, "...Hannah."
He handed the book back to me with a wink and ran off.
I looked down at the charcoal drawing in my hands and felt a smile spread across my face.
And till this day, I still couldn't believe that, that was almost four years ago. We've been friends for what seemed like forever, he was my best friend and at the end of the day, he's the one I could count on. He never gave a shit to what the people in school said about me once and that's why I was lucky to have him. I bounced down the stairs. When we got downstairs, my little sister Kaylee was sitting on the carpet in front of the TV, eating a packet of crisps.
When she saw me, a huge smile formed across her beautiful face. "Hannah!"She shouted happily as she ran into my hesitantly open arms. I flinched as she held me tightly, hurting my new scars doing so. I knew she didn't mean to but I drew away from her quickly.
From the corner of my I saw Jackson's reaction and I knew he was going to grill me about me self harming.
"Hey there," I choked out, trying to sound as natural as I could but my voice failed me. I looked her up and down. "You feel better Kaylee?"
"A bit," She mumbled quietly.
"You'll get better soon." I smiled softly at her innocent face.
"Like my drawing?" Kaylee said, holding it up for both Jackson and me to see. She was holding a picture of a little girl with a red balloon in her hand.
"Nice picture," Jackson said and I nodded in agreement.
Kaylee put on a bright smile. "I will draw you next week in school and show you."
"Thanks Princess." He winked at her which made Kaylee giggle.
"Can I come with you guys?" Kaylee looked up, her adorable face watched us intently and her soulful hazel eyes pleaded.
"I don't think so sweetie." Jackson said with a warm smile.
Jackson had been sweet for the past few weeks, stepping in whenever it got tough for me as mom was always working and did not have enough time to spend with us. Not that I wanted her to. We didn't have the best relationship, if you know what I mean. Hearing Kaylee babble on always helped me distract myself from all my problems. Her life seemed do easy and I never wanted her to feel the way I do.
"You guys leaving already?" My mom came into the living room, already dressed for work. Daylight hours was not so bad with my mom. It was mostly after she came back from work that she made my life hell. She gets drunk and even slaps me, blaming me for every single thing.
"Um... yeah." I nodded, stepping away from Kaylee but felt her tiny had clutch mine tighter.
"Hello Jackson," She smiled towards Jack and gave him a squeeze on the shoulder.
"Hey Ms Scott," He nodded in her direction as he rolled his lips in his mouth.
"Are you guys planning on doing anything after school?" She asked, opening the fridge for milk.
Just as I was about to say no, Jackson cut in. "Yeah we are,"
"Well make sure you're home by six Hannah." She simply said pouring her coffee into a silver thermal mug.
"Why?" I crossed my arms across my chest as I watched my mom intently. I felt Jackson move from my side and pick Kaylee up, leaving us to argue.
She mimicked my action and shook her head. "Because I said so,"
I cocked my head to the sides waiting for an explanation.
I heard her sigh. "Lucas and Danielle finally sold their house next door. I invited the new family over."
"Oh," was the only thing I was able to say.
She nodded. "They have a son your age and one that's younger. They'll be starting school tomorrow! so I thought you could meet them and you know... show them around. "
I looked away and picked my bag off of the ground, placing if over my shoulder. "Well I should go," that was the last thing I said to her before leaving.
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"I get to drive today!" I heard Beth's voice complain.
"Uh, no it's clearly my turn today." Jackson gave Beth a weird look, like it couldn't be more obvious.
"Hannah, tell your stupid friend something." Beth, crossed her arms across her chest, clearly irritated.
I opened my mouth to reply but Jackson interjected. "Her stupid friend? First of all you're the idiot and second, aren't I your friend too?"
"Uh, no," Beth rolled her eyes.
I shook my head. They always fought over who got to drive every single morning and to be honest I'm sick of it. I mean, what's the big deal?
"I'll drive," I offered, pressing my lips into a thin line.
"You know what just drive Jackson," Beth huffed, throwing the key into his hands.
"Yes!" Jackson said as he fist pumped the air in victory.
We were finally in the car and driving to school. I felt my starch churn as my nerves got the best of me. Please don't let me have a panic attack. I tried to steady my breathing, but hands trembled.
The car stopped and my eyes moved to where the school was. I came to the conclusion long ago that I loathed school, not hated but loathed.
"You ok Baby Girl?" Jackson asked, giving a reassuring clutch on my hand.
"Allergies," I shrugged, looking away.
"And what are you allergic to?" Jackson raised his eyebrows in anticipation.
I breathed out loudly. "Senior Year,"
Jackson laughed.
"Ugh, trying to understand rich kids is like trying to understand calculus, the more you talk about it, the angrier you get." Beth suddenly said, rolling her ice blue eyes that were lined with thick black eyeliner.
That made me smile. Beth wasn't rich rich, so she didn't get along with most of the school. She didn't like rich people as she thought most of them spent their money on useless things whilst children were starving in Africa. I think you get the point. She had a big heart and was an aspiring artist who would rather and I quote "live like a waitress, gaining money whilst trying to become an artist instead of studying to get an over-paid job and lose all hopes and dreams I've ever had."
"Senior Year baby!" A male voice shouted from behind us and when I turned around to look over my shoulder, I saw that it was James. I let a laugh escape from my lips.
"You're excited about school?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah I actually am," James said, running a hand through his golden brown hair.
"That's new," Jackson said, flinging an arm around James' shoulders.
Beth and I carried on walking towards the school while the boys trailed on from behind.
My mind was racing and I just about managed to steady my breathing.
"So I heard news," Beth suddenly said, taking me out of my trance.
I turned my body slightly, voicing my thoughts. "W-what news?" I stammered.
"The new family that's moving next door to you." Beth's eyebrows scrunched up together and she had a confused look on her face. "What news did you think I was talking about?"
"U-uh, nothing," I didn't look Beth I'm the eye and pressed my lips together tightly.
She let it go. "I wonder if they have a son our age. Wouldn't that be awesome?"
I shrugged. I slipped my bag onto shoulder and gripped it tightly.
"Are you alright?" Beth asked, her forehead crinkled with worry. "You've been acting weird lately."
I shrugged again, knowing I'm not. I mean, how could I be alright when I'm not even sure what's all wrong. All I knew was I felt too numb to feel all the pain and heartbreak I've been through.
When I got to class, instead of hesitating at the door, like I thought I would, I surprised myself by bursting right in. You can handle this, a voice inside my head told me. You've been here before.
Mr Davies walked in seconds later and said, "Seats, everyone! I want you I'm your seats right now!"
I tossed my bag onto the floor and stacked my notebook and textbook on my desk. As soon as the lesson began, I knew it would drag on as always. The only thing I could do was sigh.
Oliver's POV
I ventured up the stairs in our new home to check out my new bedroom. The movers had piled up my boxes in my room earlier today and now it was my turn to unpack them. My bed was placed in the middle of the room against the wall and it had my simple black sheets laid over the mattress.
The walls hadn't been painted yet, so they were a boring white that made me feel like I was stuck in a hospital room instead of my room. Though my room had hardwood flooring already laid out, with an en suite bathroom and walk in closet. This was much bigger than my bedroom in Sheffield. I felt like it was going to take a very long time for me to get used to life here. Back in Sheffield I left my friends and my girlfriend Jessie knowing I'll probably never see or talk to them as I was all the way across the world and life for all of us were now turning hectic.
Apparently here I was a Senior and I got miss out on first day of school and I couldn't be more. I wasn't afraid that I would not fit in and allI was just afraid of starting a new life... I guess.
I heard footsteps behind me and I turned my body slightly to see my mom Carol, leaning against my doorframe.
"How do you find your new room sweetie?" My mom came in with a huge smile on her face. She squeezed my shoulder as she waited for a reply. I always had a close relationship with both if my parents, they were different than most, I actually felt like they understood me when most teenagers didn't feel that way about their parents.
I looked around my room, taking everything in. "I love it mom,"
My mother nodded. "I wasn't sure how'd you feel about it as you don't let out much. But when I came across this house, I knew this was the perfect place for a perfect new beginning."
I nodded and kissed her soft cheek before she left to go and unpack the rest of our stuff. Before she left she said, "I left out black paint for you." she said pointing at the unopened paint near the wall.
A while later I found myself lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
I looked over at my half open window, hearing the voice of a girl and instinctively felt myself get up and walk over to it. I stared out to see a girl possibly my age standing outside a car with two of her friends. She looked extremely bored and the other two seemed to be arguing. I felt myself smile as I watch her frustrated face smile slightly as watched the two bicker. She was so beautiful, and I felt my heart lurch forward, wanting to get to know her more.
"Oli, have you finished unpacking yet?" My mother's voice drifted up to my room.
"Not yet," I shouted back as I continued to stare at the girl. They finally got into the car and drove off along with my heart heater twice as fast. Maybe this will be a new start for me.
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A/N
New chapter guyssszzx! Hope you enjoyed it and sorry if it was a bit boring, but drama to come soon!!
It's not edited so sorry for any mistakes :) vote comment and follow guys!!! and let me know what you think! Your opinion matters.
The chapter title was from the Smiths - last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. kinda of a long title for a song :/
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