It's been about two and a half years since I had moved away from Waterton, Pennsylvania. Grayson and I talked the first month I was gone, but then he just stopped. Now my family is back and everything seems to be the same. I am happy to be back in my old room, old home, old town. What I'm not happy about is having to see my ex best friend.

"Oh my gosh, it's my baby's first day of senior year" my mom basically yells at me when I walk down the stairs. "It's not that big of a deal mom" this day is possibly the best and the worst day of my life. Well one of the worst days.

It's the first day of the last year of high school. It's the worst because of the inevitable. Me having to face Grayson.

"Of course it is Becca. Our little girl is all grown up now." "Gosh it feels like the day you became a woman"

"DAD! MOM! Please stop, I'm leaving now."
"Have a great day sweetie." "Bye mom"

Pulling up to the school brings relief but also anxiousness. Nothing is going to be the same as it was when we were freshmen and younger.

I left in the middle of freshmen year and spent my sophomore and junior year in Atlanta, Georgia. I made some friends. I usually just kept to myself to work on school. I mean, I couldn't think of anything else to do since no one really talked to me. About two years of my life was spent staying in. Just doing homework, and reading.

I park my car that I drove back to Pennsylvania because I didn't trust any one with my baby. Her name is red, she's a 1995 red Jeep Grand Cherokee. I was so happy it held up all the way home.

The first thing I notice when I step out of my car is that everything is different. It's like it is so much bigger than before. As I walk up to the school, I feel different pairs of eyes following me. I just keep my head down and make my way to the office. If I can just make it through the day without any mishaps that would be great.

Right as I said that to myself, I trip over my own feet. That's mishap number one. I've always been a clutz so this doesn't really phase me. I get to the office and get my locker number with it's combination and my schedule. Basically everything I need except for my books, I guess I get those in class.

I go through the day mostly ok. Nothing to bad except having toilet paper stuck to my shoe. Mishap number two. I head to the cafeteria. Nothing out of the ordinary, other than the staring I was in the receiving end of all day.

Lunch is my favorite, besides study hall. I get to read my books in both. Since I moved, books have become my escape from reality. I especially love reading outside. It's relaxing I guess. I go find a tree to sit under, and start reading one of my favorite books, the outsiders. I have no idea how many times I've read this book.

"That's a great book, S.E. Hinton is an amazing author. Too bad they made it into a movie." A male voice breaks my focus. As always my nose is stuffed in a book but that doesn't stop me from snapping towards the voice.

"Um I beg to differ, when I read books I see a full on movie and the movie matched the one in my head perfectly. But something I would agree on is that S. E. Hinton is an amazing author. Not only is the outsiders but Tex is an amazing read."

"It is definitely a good read. The name is Leopoldo Walker, but most people call me Leo. He sticks his hand out for me to shake.

"Rebecca Green, but you can call me Becca."
"Well are you new here Rebecca Green?"
"Not really, I've lived here my whole life, up until I was 13. I just moved back recently."
"Ah I see, well welcome back and you can consider me your new best friend and confidant." "Well thanks Leo and please, just call me Becca." I say to him.

"No can do ace. There we go, your new nickname is 'Ace' I like it." "Alright then" I say laughing. "I'll see ya later ace" he says walking backwards, away from me with a small smile in his lips. I return to reading my book and renter the world of greasers and socs.

As always I get caught up in a different world when I hear something I haven't heard in a very long time. I hear 'outrageous'and 'a fish out of water'. I used to be very close to someone who said those things all of the time. I look up to see him. Him. I had totally forgotten that he was here. I haven't been close to anyone in a long time. It's his fault. All his fault.

I packed my things up and kept my head down so he doesn't see me. I start walking and somehow I end up running into something hard.

"I am so sorry" the thing I ran into said.

"It's no big deal."

"Are you sure-bec?" I snap my head up and look him in his eyes that are more golden than brown like they used to be. "Bec when did you get back?" He hugs me but I push him away. "Bec" "Dont" I put my hand up. "Don't call me that, that name is reserved for my best friend. Which last time I checked, you gave that title up when you stop talking to me."

"Bec come on." He reaches out for my arm but I ripped it from his reach. "Don't touch me." "Bec"

"I told you not to call me that. I turn around and stomp away quickly before anyone could see me cry but I think I gave it away when the hot droplets started to fall down my face when I told him not to touch me.

"Rebecca." I ignore him.

That something we're both good at.

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The rest of the day I zone out. Sometimes I feel like I see him every time I turn around. But I know it's just my imagination. I get to my car at the end of the day, very stressful day that is. I turn on red but once I do she dies. I bang my head against the steering wheel. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

I get home and breathe a sigh of relief. And that's taken away when I hear as a familiar voice in the kitchen. I turned and see my worst nightmare sitting in my kitchen, and talking to my parents. Those traitors.

"Rebecca, look who showed up." My mother says "yeah I just can't shake him today." I mumbled under my breath. "What was that honey?" My dad asks. "I said wow, Grayson. now if you'll excuse me I am going up to my room. Very tiring and stressful day, so I am going to go."

Why do I always have these things happen to me. First I moved, then I move back, then I ran into that asshole, then my car dies. And now the same asshole is here, in my house, in my kitchen.

I pull out the great Gatsby, which is actually much better than the movie. I was enjoying my book for a good 20-ish minutes, when all hell broke loose.

I hear a knock on my door, insert major eye roll here.

"I'm sorry the person behind the door can't open it right now please leave and never come back."
" aww Bec, how did you know it was me?"
"1. don't call me that and 2. my parents don't knock, they just barge in if I don't lock my door." My parents have no sense of boundaries.
"Well in that case..." Next thing I know the thing is in my room. "Great, a prostitute has better chance of getting rid of herpes, than I do of getting rid of you." I say going back to sit down and read my book.

"Bec, that hurt me right here." He acts like I hurt his heart. "Really? I didn't think there was anything there anymore." I say with a sickly sweet smile. "Also I distinctly remember telling you to call me Rebecca." I go back to reading my book he was quiet for a while, which is very suspicious.

"You have a lot of pictures." He says looking through my photo wall. I get up and walk over to him. "Yeah I had a lot of free time when I moved. I picked up photography and it turns out I'm pretty good."

"Who is that?" He asked for pointing towards a photo of me and my ex. I quickly remove the photo, Rip it up, and throw it in the trash. I didn't even realize it put it up there. "No one just drop it please." "Well obviously it's someone if you had a picture with him." He said to me in a matter of fact tone. "I said drop it Grayson!" I bite back.

He raises his hand in defense, "OK bec" "no I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's a very sore subject." "Look it's getting late I should probably go." "Hey can you drive me back to school, my car died today and I had to walk home." I asked

"sure"