You had died. You remember it vividly. You and had fled a brawl, only to be pushed off a roof by an enemy gang member. The echoing scream Dylan made as you hit the ground still lingers in the back of your mind.

You had told yourself waking up in your bed was nothing more than a dream before entering the afterlife. But now you find yourself back in the body of you in junior grade. Has time really given you a second chance to not die?

You tried messaging your older brother, Jason, about your death. All you got as a response was him telling you to shut up and not sleep in all the time. Classic.

After accepting the fact that you had gone back in time, you had one goal in mind. To not die. You had decided that the best way for you to achieve that was to not date Dylan until after the brawl takes place.

So far, you had managed to ignore him or give dry responses when he’d message or talk to you. Even though it slightly hurt it was for your safety, and his.

As you were sitting in the library, someone had slammed a chocolate bar on the table. You looked up from your book and winced slightly. It was Dylan. Of course it was.

He was out of breath from running and he loosened his tie. He tried his best to look angry, although his eyes told a completely different story.

“Buttercup, do you hate me?”