*Cameron POV* Faith sits staring at the wall, her legs pulled tight to her chest as the nurse looks at her head. She looks so different now, so small and broken. Gone is the strong snarky girl, replaced with the real, raw version. Seeing her like this is hard, especially since I’ve only ever seen her on the defense. When I saw her lay her head down, I couldn’t help but smile. The way she hides, trying to avoid detection. Watching her jolt and shake and whimper and ultimately fall back and hit her head had been nothing compared to her after dream state where she sobbed for death at the hands of some illusion only she was witnessing. I couldn’t bare her pain. I had to walk away and yet, when I got to the door, I found I couldn’t leave.  The new teacher had sent another student running for Mia. I felt useless not being able to leave but having no real reason to stay. I wanted to help her. The need to just do something was so strong. S

*Cameron POV* I lean my head back against the locker as I wait for Faith outside the locker rooms. The hallways are empty and I breathe in deep, appreciating the rare alone moment. It’s these small moments I really enjoy the silence and sound of my own thoughts. The more time I spend alone and away from everyone, the more I’m learning about who I am versus who I want to be. Who I want to be is someone worth something more than my looks, grades, and family money. There is only one girl who seems to not care about such things, the invisible girl.  She walks out of the locker room without noticing me and I quickly pick up speed and land myself next to her. Without even looking up, she scoffs at me and I can’t help but smile. She sends me a sidelong glance and rolls her eyes, and halts in her steps. “Ok then. Let’s get it over with.” she says, making a ‘move it along,’ motion with her hands.  “Get what over with?” I ask, b

The large gate opens slowly as we all stare, mouths agape, at the expansive property before us. The beautiful lawn is lit up with sparkling fairy lights in every shrub, tree, or bush. Quaint little lanterns illuminate the path that weaves from side to side in various curves leading up to the main attraction. The massive modern mansion seems to be made of glass framed by opulent trees and a flowering landscape that cascades down each end leading to a lit-up pond filled with overfed fish and lily pads. Once we pull up beside the pond, the doors are opened for us and Noah’s car is valeted by a young man a few years our senior in a black button-up with gold buttons. We all look at each other, trying to verify this is real life, and Berry chuckles at us as he walks up to the ornate cobblestone bridge that leads to the front door over the pond. He stops at the base of the bridge and turns to face us, bowing in an old English manner. “Mi Lord and Mi l

A gentle movement wakes me up as I open my eyes, blinking in the darkness, I look at my phone to check the time and see that only ten minutes have gone by. I yawn while sitting up and turn towards the window to see the lights still raging outside. “You always take naps in strangers' beds?” A voice asks and I jump. The voice registers as Izzy and I breathe hard. “Dude. seriously you need to stop just showing up in the freaking dark or one day I'm going to Ninja you.” “I'm sorry you’re going to what me?” “Ninja you. Obviously.” I say like it's the most normal thing.  “Oh yeah obviously” I can hear the sarcasm in his tone and I can't help but grin. “What are you doing here

I follow Faith to the front door calling her name as loud as I can but it dies the moment it leaves my mouth, only to drown in the loud chatter and music that seems to be pouring into every orifice of the house. I curse under my breath trying to decide what to do. Do I follow her and tell her exactly what's on my mind? Or do I apologize for taking it too far? Shit. I don't know how to do this stuff. I shouldn’t have to apologize, I didn't do anything I didn't want to do and it didn't seem like she was all that averse to it either.  This is all because of Angela. Damn it. If I had just dumped her yesterday like I planned then she wouldn't have had a right to interject. Then Faith would have stayed in my arms and not worried about the fact that I have a girlfriend. Not that Angela was a real girlfriend. I mean really she just wanted the perks of being my girlfriend and I could do whatever I wanted with