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"Hello, Indianna." Greyson sat down next to Indianna and linked his fingers together on the desk. He turned his head to look at her and she bit her lip nervously, feeling uneasy under his gaze. "This is the part where you say hi, otherwise it would be considered rude."

"Oh, sorry," she whispered and coughed. "Hi."

There was a twinkle of amusement in Greyson's eyes and he chuckled ever so slightly. "I don't think I introduced myself last lesson. I'm Greyson Evans. " He had an aura of confidence and it intimidated Indianna.

"Yeah, Brooke told me," Indianna said. She avoided Greyson's eyes.

"Ah Brooklyn," he said. "She's a character. Brandon however, he's a miserable dick."

"He seems nice."

"Yeah, he's a big cuddly teddy bear," Greyson said dryly and rolled his eyes. "Not everyone in this town is who they say they are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just be careful who you make friends with."

"But Brandon and Brooke-"

"They are good people, but I just don't get along with Brandon. I'm not talking about them."

"I've not met anyone else."

Unless she counted the voice in her head.

"I'm not surprised."

"What?"

"I mean, you are just so approachable," he said sarcastically and smirked at her. "Relax, Indie-"

"Indie?"

"Yes, Indie. I get it though, you're shy. I plan to change that though. It's not everyday I get to help out a social outcast?"

"What? I'm not a social-"

"I'm teasing," he said and chuckled. "Besides, do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?"

"No?"

"Indie, all the girls want me," he whispered and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. "With a click of my fingers, I could have anything I wanted."

"Oh," she said and nodded, looking down at her hands. She wasn't good with conversations, she wasn't good at being social in general, especially when someone was very confident.

"So, why did you move?" Greyson questioned.

Indianna shrugged her shoulders. "My mum wanted a change of scenery," she said quietly.

"Do you live with your father?"

"No," she whispered. "He's... Away."

"Right." Greyson nodded slowly and pursed his lips. "Away," he murmured.

"Why are you talking to me?" Indianna rose an eyebrow at Greyson who shrugged.

"Because I want to, and I always get what I want."

"Oh. Right."

"Indie, what's this?" Greyson reached out and gently touched Indianna's wrist.

She gasped suddenly and tried to pull away, but his grasp was firm. "Greyson. Let go of m-me."

"What is it?"

"Please, I feel comfortable," Indianna said.

"Answer my question, Indie." Greyson's fear was firm and Indianna swallowed nervously.

"You can see what it is," she whispered.

"How did you get it?"

"How else do you get a scar of a bite mark on your wrist?" She asked with a bitter edge to her voice. "You get bitten."

It was finally lunch and Indianna couldn't be happier. She just wanted to find a quiet corner of the library and be by herself. During her third lesson she had Ace, Greyson's friend, trying to talk to her and then Brandon in the fourth.

She hated it. She wasn't good with people.

She was better alone.

The voice hadn't spoken to her again and Indianna smiled as she opened her locker; maybe she was just nervous and was imagining it? She could hope. She placed her books into her locker and when she shut it, Brooke appeared out of nowhere. "Indianna!" She grinned, making Indianna jump from fright.

"You scared me," Indianna mumbled and Brooke smiled apologetically.

"Sorry," she laughed. "So I thought, considering you don't know anyone, did you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

"Oh..." Indianna bit her lip. "Um, thanks, but I was going to go and do some homework."

"You don't want to meet everyone?"

"I'm fine," Indianna shrugged and Brooke looked at someone behind Indianna.

"I told you that you were a social outcast." Indianna turned round to see Greyson looking down at her, a smirk plastered on his lips.

"Greyson!" Brooke gasped and he grinned.

"What? It's the truth."

"You're an asshole, but you don't see me telling you that."

"Well you kinda just did," he trailed off and winked at Indianna, making her raise her eyebrows at him.

"Oh shut up," Brooke snapped, glaring at Greyson.

"You better watch your mouth, Brooklyn," he warned. "I found Harry and he's looking for you."

"Tell him to piss off," she shrugged and looked back at Indianna just as Ace and Kal walked up to Greyson with another guy that Indianna didn't recognise.

"Speak of the devil," Greyson murmured and looked at the guy, nodding in a greeting. Brooke turned to face him and narrowed her eyes.

"Avoiding me, are we?" He wondered and walked up to Brooke, pushing her up against the lockers. "I don't appreciate being ignored, Brooke."

"I... Er... Well you see-" The guy tutted and kissed her on the lips, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her towards him. "Get off me, Harry," Brooke said, placing her hands against his chest.

"Shut up and kiss me, Brooke," the guy demanded, and surprisingly, Brooke did.

"I think I'm going to puke." Indianna looked at Greyson when he said this, then to Ace and Kal then back to Greyson.

"Well, I'm going to go," she said quietly and turned around and walked off before they could say anything. She managed to find the library and she sat down near the back, taking out her earphones and getting lost in the music. She didn't have any homework to do, she just wanted to be alone.

*Sugar?*

Indianna sighed when she heard the voice and tried to ignore it.

*Indianna, I do not like being ignored.*

*Leave me alone.*

She tried to distract herself from the invading feeling in her head by playing Flappy Birds on her phone, but the voice spoke again.

*Indianna?*

She didn't reply and scowled at the screen when she died, she only got to 9 points.

*Indianna!* The loudness of the voice made her jump and she gritted her teeth. Suddenly a searing pain went shooting through her head and she clutched her head, squeezing her eyes shut in pain.

*What are you doing!* She didn't think she could yell in her head, but she did. *Stop it! It hurts!*

*Then don't ignore me,* the voice snapped. *Apologise, sugar.*

*Make it stop!* She begged. *Please!*

*Apologise.*

*Okay, I'm sorry!* She whimpered and slowly the pain faded. She rubbed her head and glared at the table. *What the hell is wrong with you!*

*I get angry easily, so I advise you do as I say unless you want that to happen again.*

*You're mental!*

*No, I just get angry easily,* the voice repeated and Indianna sighed, leaning back in her chair.

*Please, just tell me what you want with me.* Her voice was pleading and the voice was silent for a moment.

*I want to, sugar-*

*Don't call me sugar.*

*Don't interrupt. I want to tell you, but I don't know if you are ready.*

*Ready for what?*

*The truth.**

What do you mean?*

*I can't tell you until you are ready, sugar.*

*But I'm scared, you are scaring me,* she admitted.

*I'm sorry about that, Indie. I don't mean to.*

*Then answer me one question.*

*That depends on what the question is.*

*Do you go to this school?*

*Yes, I do.*

*Are you in-*

*Only one question, sugar.*