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Ashton had all the answers to every question Bridgette had, but he had to stay silent for her own good.

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3. New Girl

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the high pitched beeping of my alarm. The first day of school was upon me, and I wasn't happy. My new high school was down the street. It was called Westfield High and was located at the beginning of Westfield Drive. Walking there would be no issue for me.

The previous night, I finished reading the article and found nothing else except that the boy who died lived on the street. I had a feeling the Hemmings House and the motorcycle accident weren't the only...interesting things on Westfield Drive. But I'd have to wait until school to find out what those things were.

I got up and threw on some dark washed skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a grey cardigan. It wasn't going to be cold outside, so I figured just some light covering would be okay. I slipped on my black Vans and headed out of my room to the bathroom. I brushed my hair and teeth, not even bothering with makeup. I hardly wanted to live in this town, I felt no need to impress anyone.

I left the bathroom and made may way down the stairs, finding Jeremy already in the kitchen. He looked up when he heard me enter and smiled proudly, waving a pop-tart package. "I got the last pop-tart."

"Shove it, Germy." I sneered.

"That's not a good attitude to go to school with," he said, talking to me like he'd talk to a toddler. "Speaking of which, I hope you know I'm not driving you to school. Not just today but like, ever."

While my brother was actually a very smart person, he didn't pass his senior year of high school. He was now doing it over, while I was taking senior level classes for the first time. I knew I'd pass in one try. Jeremy just never bothers to apply himself to anything in school.


I shrugged. "I didn't expect you to. I planned for walking." I walked to the door and grabbed my bag from next to it before leaving the house.

He didn't expect me to expect him not to drive me. "W-well...good!" he shouted after me before I closed the door.

I walked down the front steps and made my way down the short driveway again. I stared at the Hemmings House across the street. The windows were dark and the vines growing up the side of the brick house almost completely covered the front. As I turned out of the driveway, I could've sworn I saw someone inside the house, but I figured it was me just freaking out over some ghost stuff.

"Cooper!" Michael called from behind me. I turned and I saw him jogging over to me. He stopped and walked when he was about two yards away. "Where are you headed off to?"

"Uh, school." I answered, although it sounded more like I was asking him if that's where I was going.

"You go to school?" he asked, sounding kind of surprised.

"Yeah," I laughed. "I'm a senior."

"Shit Cooper," he cussed, running a hand through his hair. "I thought you graduated already or something. I had plans for us today."

I stopped and looked at him, a hint of a smile still on my face. "You made plans for me? Without even asking me if I was free?"


He shrugged. "I knew you'd be up for it anyway."

"What is it?"

"A surprise. We'll do it when you get back from school. I'll meet you by the edge of the campus, alright?"

"Um, alright."

"Later, Cooper."

Michael spun on his heels and walked away. I was glad that he was over the events of yesterday when I had accidentally upset him. He probably understood the whole thing was accidental. I continued my walk to school, looking around at my new town. All of the houses basically looked the same. They were either two stories or one story with short driveways and slightly unkept yards. The only house out of place was the Hemmings House, but it was also unoccupied for who knows how long.

I jumped when I heard a car horn. I turned to see my brother's car coming up the street and zoom passed me. As he passed, he flipped me off with a smug grin. I just had to remind myself that I wasn't the one who failed my senior year. That always made me feel better.

It took me about fifteen minutes to get to the beginning of the street. The giant, old high school loomed over the road. It reminded me of the Hemmings House because of the old look it had. The brick walls of the school also had vines climbing up them which also made it look slightly creepy, much like the house. Only the school actually had people constantly going in and out of it.


I made my way down one of the many twisting paths on the campus. I walked towards the front doors to the school, ignoring every teenager that stared at me like I was some sort of science experiment. Jeez, were new kids really such a fascination to everyone?

I flung the door open to the building in the middle of the campus, my bag almost falling off my shoulder. I walked inside and to the main office which was an immediate right to the front door. I walked in and almost smacked right into my brother who was talking to the woman at the front desk. Her nameplate said Mrs.Hadley.

Mrs.Hadley looked up at me and smiled. "Are you Bridgette Cooper?"

"I am." I nodded.

"Wonderful," she beamed and handed me my schedule that she already had laying on top of her desk. "As I told your brother here, all science classes are in Building C. English and history are Building B. History and math can be found in Building A. The gym is explanatory since it says 'gym' on the front. The cafeteria is located down the opposite hall in this building."

"So what is this building called?" Jeremy wondered, running a hand through his unkempt hair.

"This is the Main Building," Mrs.Hadley explained. "This is where the Dean's office is, the detention room, and the main office."

After helping give minor directions to different classes on the map we received, Jeremy and I were sent out of the Main Building and onto the campus to fend for ourselves.


"I'm sure you'll get to know that building real well," I told him. "That is where the Dean's office is."

"And the detention room," he said, going along with my insult to try and make it less effective. "Don't forget that. I'm always getting detention. Unlike you, who has never had a detention."

I shrugged. "Don't hate me because I'm the good child."

"Yeah, you're also the weird child," he retorted. "Running off with strange boys right after moving into a house that you think is haunted. Seriously, stop watching American Horror Story."

Jeremy walked off down a different path towards Building A. I was going to try and explain to Jeremy that Michael wasn't weird, but when I thought about it, he actually kind of was. It was a good thing Jeremy walked off so I wouldn't have to agree with him.

I was walking towards Building C. My first class was forensics and I was excited. I'd always wanted to learn about things like that. Although, science was never really my strongest subject. I figured forensics would be different since it wasn't typical science stuff. Although if I didn't walk out of that class able to solve a murder, I'd be really pissed.

I walked into Building C and wandered up the stairs where Mrs.Hadley directed me. Room 108 was in the middle of the hallway. I went in even though the first bell didn't ring signaling the point kids should get to class. The teacher wasn't even in the room yet. The only person sitting in the room was a boy with dark, shaggy hair, and tan skin. He looked up when he heard me enter, but went right back to scribbling in his notebook after he saw who it was.


I walked over to the opposite side of the room and sat towards the back in the chair closest to the corner of the room. I left my bag on top of the desk and sat on the stool, folding my arms on the table.

"I wouldn't sit there," the boy advised, not even looking up. "Erik and Marnie sit there."

I nodded to myself before getting up and moving to a new desk. Of course, the boy also told me that seat was taken as well. I tried a third time, but still no luck.

"Okay," I sighed. "What seats aren't taken?"

He finally looked up at me and gestured to the one next to him. "This one."

I let out a breath but walked over to the seat in the back next to the boy. I rested my bag on the table before sitting down next to him. He didn't say anything to me, just kept scribbling. I was interested to know what was so important that he couldn't even try to fill an awkward silence, but I knew that would be rude. I figured I might as well try to fill the awkwardness if he wasn't going to.

"So...what are you doing?" I wondered.

"You're pretty nosy for a new kid." he stated, still not looking at me.

"Just trying to fill the silence." I told him simply.

"Its foreign stuff." he told me, finally looking at me.

"What language?"


"They still teach that?"



"You seriously ask a lot of questions." he said again, going back to his notebook.

"You seriously need a nap." I muttered under my breath, turning away.

"Heard that." he said, still not looking up. Although, I did catch a hint of a smile on his face.


"Hey, new girl!" someone called after me after the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

I turned around as I exited the Main Building to see the boy from my science class. He was also in my lunch but he didn't say anything to me then when I was sitting all by myself. So was he, though. Maybe he was one of those brooding loner types.

"I have a name." I told him when he finally got close enough, although I didn't even catch his.

"Bridgette," he nodded. "I know."

How the hell did he know that? The people in this town were getting weirder and weirder, and I'd only been here two days. Technically three if the day we spent moving things into the house counted.

"If you know my name why do you keep calling me 'new girl', then?" I quizzed.

He shrugged. "Am I not allowed to?"

"Not anymore."

I spun on me heels and began to walk away, but the shaggy haired kid continued to follow me. I sighed and rolled my eyes but kept walking. Maybe if I didn't acknowledge the fact he was there he'd just go away. Of course, I was wrong. He followed me all the way to the edge of the campus.


"So where do you live?" he wondered.

"I'm actually waiting for someone here." I stated.

"Who?" he asked.

"Hey, Cooper!" Michael called, is if right on cue.

I looked down the street and saw Michael striding over with his sunglasses placed over his eyes. He cocked his head when he saw someone beside me but kept walking.

"Michael Clifford?" the boy asked, almost surprised.

"Yeah," I told him, turning my head and looking up at him. Then I imitated him, "Am I not allowed to?"

"You shouldn't." he shrugged, as if that statement wasn't even a big deal. In actuality, that sparked my interest.

"What do you-"

"Cooper," Michael said from behind me. I spun around and saw him smirking down at me. "See you met Calum Hood. He's a good friend of mine."

So that was his name. I looked back at the boy, Calum and studied him. I wanted so badly to know why I shouldn't be hanging out with Michael now that I was about to go hang out with him. I also wanted to know why Michael said they were friends when Calum was warning me not to hang around Michael. Calum's face was normal. It was as if he didn't even care that I was going off with Michael even though he told me I shouldn't.

"I'll see you around, new girl." Calum said, nodding his head at me before walking the way Michael came.




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