I walked into school the next day and almost turned around and left straight away. A wave of thoughts rushed into my head all at once and it left me momentarily stunned. I put a hand on my forehead and made my way to my locker, trying to block the thoughts the whole way.

It didn't work.

Most the thoughts blended together, but a few stood out like sore thumbs.

"I can't believe that jerk broke up with me," one girl was thinking angrily, "I know he caught me kissing his brother but still."

A second later I passed a group of boys.

"I wonder if I should tell them I'm gay," one of the boys though nervously. This particular boy was tall and muscular, and had a football tucked under one arm. I realized he would probably get a lot of mixed reactions when he came out of the closet.

I shook my head and kept walking.

"Oh, look it's the perfect little new girl Haven. Why does she have to be so god damn pretty? Honestly, why couldn't we get an ugly new student? Preferably one that wouldn't talk back to me and hang out with Liam. They're going to be a dangerous pair. Although the Society should be happy with me if this becomes a problem and I inform them about it," this string of thoughts burst into my head along with Dawn's smug voice.

It almost made me stop dead in my tracks in the middle of the hallway.

Dawn knew about the Society? Wait, no, it sounded like she was a part of it. Or working with them at the least. I was not expecting that.

Then again I never expected Darren would get murdered either.

I glanced over at Dawn. She was walked about ten feet behind me with Nori and another girl in tow. She was wearing a knee-length salmon colored dress, a gold belt at her waist, and gold sandals. How could someone who dressed like that be part of a group of people sick enough to kill a fifteen year-old boy?

It seemed bizarre to me.

But I was positive the thought was hers, I had never been wrong on that before. So how could a girl like Dawn, a total princess, be part of something that sick.

Then again, the way Darren described the Society before he died they didn't seem that bad. They just seemed like a group of misunderstood people with epic powers, nothing less, and nothing more. Assuming Darren wasn't lying (which he probably was) then maybe not all of the Society was bad. Maybe there was only a small portion that was and they decided to hide behind the name of the group.

That was possible right?

Once again I shook my head to clear it and kept walking. I could worry about Dawn when I got some more information. Of course that would involve reading her mind and purposely looking for something I may not want to know.

If it meant getting more info on the people who killed Darren, I would just have to suck it up. I repeated this to myself as I got my stuff from my locker.

"Haven looks cute today, then again she looked cute yesterday too," Liam's thoughts popped into my head before I even saw him.

As he walked up to me I struggled to keep a blank expression. Just like I taught myself to do when I could suddenly read everyone's thoughts over the summer.

"Hey," Liam said with a smile as he leaned against the locker beside mine.

"Hey," I mumbled as I shoved my notebook for my first two classes into my book bag. I wasn't trying to sound mean, although I thought it sounded like I did.

That didn't faze Liam. "Zoë told me you weren't feeling good yesterday," he said with concern in his voice.

I found that a little weird. I had just met him yesterday, why was he sounding concerned?

I put on a fake smile "I'm fine now."

Liam tilted his head and frowned a bit "You sure?"

I nodded. He didn't need to know how stressed out I was. I wouldn't be able to explain why. I could have lied of course. It wouldn't be the first time I lied to someone about why something was bothering me but it still felt wrong.

The frown on Liam's face didn't go away but he didn't say anything either. He just gave me a look that said that he knew I was lying but he wasn't going to do anything about it.

I was about to tell him not to worry about anything and that everything was honestly fine, but the bell rang before I got the chance.

"I should get going", Liam said "See you at lunch?"

I nodded and gave another fake smile before I made my way to English. The whole way there I tried to shake Liam's thought out of my head but it was hard. For some reason I couldn't get the thought of someone thinking I looked cute out of my head.

The last person to say that was Darren.

And although I liked him, I couldn't take it to heart. I know I should have mentioned this in my long rant about him, but Darren was a complete player. He'd have a cheerleader on his arm one day, and a pretty little art student the next. Around the time the Society thing started he had stopped going out so much. Almost like he realized he was hurting people and needed to stop. I don't know, but I do know that the day he asked me out, honestly asked me out instead of asking to just make out like he did to most girls, I was the happiest I've ever been.

Until I found new friends after being alone for so long that is. Now it was a toss up that made me feel bad about worrying over boys, when I hadn't forgotten about Darren.

For the fourth time that morning I shook the thoughts from my head and just sat down at my desk and didn't say a word to anyone. Well, up until the boy behind me tapped me on the shoulder that's is.

"You're new aren't you?" he asked as I turned to look at him. I have to admit, he was kind of cute. He had messy black hair and a crooked smile. The only thing that bothered me was the look in his eye. It was the same look that Darren gave all his cheerleaders and art students, like he just wanted use them and nothing more.

I gave a small smile and nodded like I was shy, even though I didn't really give a damn to what he would say.

The boy smiled back "How are you liking it here? I know switching to a new school can be tough". I didn't even have to read his mind; the thoughts just came to me. He didn't know what it was like to switch schools. He only ever left his hometown for vacations. Besides, I was right about him. He just wanted a girl that was easy to manipulate.

I shrugged and resisted a grin. "It's okay, smaller than my old school though," I said as Zoë walked into the classroom. She gave me a questioning look but I gave her one back that clearly said not to ask.

"Really? Our schools quite big" the boy said with a quick glance at Zoë.

"My old school was the only one in a big town," I explained. "It was cheaper to just have the one, so the district just left it be."

The boy seemed to think it was an all right answer. "What school did you used to go to?" he asked.

"Summerton High, It's in a town a few hours away from here" I said. "Stupidest school ever," I added. I wasn't even lying, that was the school I went to and I did indeed hate the school. Well, more like the people that went there, but a school is only as good as it's students.

The bell rang as the boy opened his mouth to respond. "I know a girl who goes there," he said a second later. "Do you know Alexis Davis?"

I almost broke the pencil I had been holding. "Yeah," I said, "I know her"

The boy winced "You two weren't friends were you?"

I shrugged.

The boy shook his head slightly. "I just realized I never introduced myself," he said. "I'm Kris"

Suddenly I remembered a day when Alexis and I were sitting in her backyard, under a large tree. It was a couple days after she got back from camp and she was telling me all about the people she met. She was talking about one person in particular. A boy named Kris. She told me they had this little "summer romance" thing going on. I doubted that considering she wouldn't stop saying just how good of a kisser he was.

For a second I wondered if they were the same person and figured they were. Then I decided I should introduce myself too. "I'm Haven," I said.

The second I said my name the teacher got out of his seat and stood at the front of the room to begin class. As the chatter in the room died down, Kris smiled and motioned for me to turn around. I rolled my eyes but did do anyways.

My English teacher, a middle-aged man named Mr. Smith, began his rant about how kids our age don't read enough. I didn't pay much attention to this. English was definitely a class I didn't care about.

About halfway through class Kris passed me a note that I regretted reading the second I finished it.

"You're the girl whose best friend killed himself aren't you? Alexis told me about it over the summer…" That was all it said and made a ball of dread settle in my stomach. I stared at the note for a couple minutes, unsure how to reply.

Eventually I just put 'yes'. Like I mentioned before, I hated starting things how with flat out lies. Besides, why hide something he already knows? It would be pointless…right?

After handing the note back to Kris, I rested my head on my desk and hoped I wouldn't regret him knowing my secret. If I did end up regretting it, well, there's a chance Kris would end up in a hospital.

Enough said.

NOTE: Sorry for such the long wait. Wasn't really in the mood for writing for a little while. Anyways, more interesting stuff going on...I hope lol. Please review.