I was going to school for the first time in forever. It had been a while since I had taken a week off of school because of my depression.

That meant I would be seeing Damian again. 

I sighed in annoyance and fixed my backpack on my shoulders. I  paused in the hall. What room is my homeroom again?

I looked at my schedule. 

HR-7:50-8:28/Room 208/Floor 2

I shook my head and headed for the stairs when I saw someone blocking the stairs. It was a dark skinned guy in a dark hoodie. 

Damian.

“Hey, bro.” Damian greeted me. “Thought you forgot about me.”

“How could I not.” I replied. I managed to ask him about his day. “How’s everything?”

Damian grinned. “Good. I saw this cute chick when I was on the bus. She had wild blond hair and the prettiest eyes ever.” 

I rolled my eyes. Girls were all Damian ever talked about. 

“That’s nice.” I said and pushed past Damian to get up the stairs. 

He wouldn’t let me.

“What’s your problem?” he asked me. “You didn’t text me the other day.”

I glared at him. “I had homework. Like all people do.” I tried to get past him but his arm still blocked my way up the stairs to the next level of the school.

“Chill. Where are you going?”  Damian said, pulling his hood down to reveal curly dark brown hair, unlike mine.

“It’s none of your business. Do I have to tell you everything?!” I was suddenly on edge. With everyone talking about Olivia it made me angry and annoyed. It was none of anyone's business about Olivia!

“Woah. Bro, why are you so angry? I was just asking.” He let me through and I pushed him hard out of the way.

“Like I said. It’s none of your concern!” I yelled.

Once I was at the top of the stairs I leaned against one of the walls and slumped to the floor, trying to calm myself of this sudden anger.

Why would I be angry at Damian?

Maybe it was that all Damian talked about were girls and Olivia was gone. I would have no girlfriend or any girl I would be with. I knew that I liked it that way because I had always loved Olivia.  I would never be with anyone else even if it was twenty years after her death.

After I calmed down a bit I got up and looked around for Room 208. It took a while since I felt so lost in High School until I finally found it in a corner.

I knocked on the door and my teacher I remembered opened the door.

“Jase? Is that you?” 

I remembered Olivia saying the same thing a while ago when we were both eleven. A quick memory went through my mind.

I was going to Olivia’s house to surprise her for Valentine's Day. My mother was driving me.

“That is so sweet of you to get her flowers and chocolates for today. For your little girlfriend.”

“Mom!” I groaned, feeling my cheeks go pink.

“It’s true.” Mom answered.

I shook my head as we finally arrived at Olivia’s house. My mom dropped me off. “Make sure Olivia’s mom picks you up!” she exclaimed as she drove away.

I went right to the door, hesitating. 

What my mother didn’t know was that I was planning to give Olivia a kiss. But I wasn’t sure if it was going to work or not.

Then the door opened and Olivia was there, all beautiful.

“Jase? Is that you?”

I blinked heavily and pushed the memory away.

“Jase?”

I turned toward the teacher, who I recognized was Mrs. Carson. She was a wonderful teacher and I couldn’t ask for any other.

“Yes, Mrs. Carson?” I answered finally, trying to not choke back tears from the memory. 

“Nobody told me about your arrival. It's good to have you back." Mrs. Carson smiled at me, her blue eyes twinkling. 

Her blue eyes were just like Olivia’s. 

I grinned through the pain. "Yes. It's good to see you too. May I come in?" I closed my eyes for a moment to get rid of the upcoming tears and opened them again. 

“Of course.” Mrs. Carson let me in. “Your seat is at the back.”

When I went in Immediately every student's eyes glued to me and I felt anxious under their gazes. I ignored them all and sat in my seat next to Amara, a girl I used to be friends with.

"Hey, Jase." Amara whispered.

"Yeah?" I sat up a little in my chair, listening to Mrs. Carson.

"It's good to see you again. I heard about Olivia. I'm so sorry." She looked at me with sympathy.

I knew she knew about Olivia. Everyone did. Even my old friends knew I had loved Olivia. I mean I was friends with her for over seven years and she has been gone for almost one.

"Mhm." I murmured, trying to ignore Amara.

But then what she said next made me hold my breath. "I know you went through a rough time with Olivia but, do you want to go to a party with me? I am not trying to replace Olivia, I just want to have my old friend back."

That is not what it sounds like you are saying, I thought.

"Jase?" she said, looking over at me again. "What do you think?"

"I don't know..." I replied. "I am mostly busy anyways. I don't think my parents would let me." That was a complete lie. My parents have been trying to get me out of the house for months. They want me to be back to my old self, the one who would always play around and joke.

"What's wrong with just a little get-to-gether. Besides, it's just you and me." Amara smiled, her strawberry blond hair curling around her shoulders.

"Fine," I said. "I’ll think about it." I turned back to the teacher just as the lesson was over. I sighed angrily. 

"Thanks, Jase. I missed you so much." Amara finally went back to her work as the bell rang. "What class are you going to?" she asked me as she got up, her bag in hand. "I have Biology."

I looked at my paper. "I have Algebra." I answered, grabbing my book bag, saying goodbye to Mrs. Carson, and then heading out the door.

"Oh. Well see you later, Jase!" she walked down the hallway in the opposite direction of me as I went downstairs to the first floor again.

I found it was easier to find my way to class this time. As I got there a girl with dark hair, blue eyes, and a huge smile was talking to the teacher next to the door.

 It was Olivia.

My breath almost stopped and my vision went blurry. There was no way-I mean there was-but how was she here? She was dead. She got dragged away from me and never saw again.

I put a hand on my face and breathed slowly. I wanted to run over and hug her, kiss her, tell her how much I loved her. But I couldn't.

When I uncovered my face, I realized it was not Olivia but a girl that looked like her.

I almost would've cried if the teacher, Mr. Bradly, didn't call me inside of the classroom after talking with the girl, who I knew was new.

I went to my seat and tried to stop myself from staring  at the new girl. Was this a coincidence? It couldn't be. There was no way a girl who looked like Olivia would show up the same day I got back to school again.