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i get into iris' car, in the passenger seat. "thanks for driving me home today," i thank her as she starts up her car. "all good," iris says, "you live close by, anyways." 

we notice that the car in front of us was going the same way we intended to. they pull into the house beside us. "i wonder who that is," iris says, "the car's familiar." 

i get out of the car, the same time the driver door opens on my neighbour's house. i can't help but laugh as y/n steps out of the car. 

my laughing gets her to look at me, and she smiles slightly for the second time today (not counting the one i didn't see). this time, it's with her lips, cheeks and her eyes which makes it even more special.

she walks over to me, and iris winds the car window on my side down to see the interaction. "you live here?" y/n asks, stopping in front of me. "i do," i chuckle. "welcome, new neighbour," she says, looking behind me, "hey, iris. how are you?" "good, thanks," iris says, "and you?" "i'm okay," y/n nods, as if nothing bad was happening in her life. she moves on, looking back at me, "got everything unpacked?" "um, yeah, most stuff," i answer, "cool," she says, "alright, have fun. i'm gonna shower." "you have fun too," i say. "see you, iris."

i lay in bed, scrolling on my phone. i look up from my phone, eyebrow raising. turns out y/n's room is right across mine. i watch as she rubs the towel on her head. she was in a bra and shorts, and you could tell that she plays a lot of football. i look away from her abs, focusing on her face. furrowed eyebrows, staring at the floor, pretty much a natural slight frown. 

i could tell she was sad. she's always sad. even if she's smiling for a second, she's sad. i've known her for three days, but i wish i could take the pain from her and take it for myself. if this is how people felt when i was around her, i couldn't imagine how she was before everything happened.

i look away once she walks into what i'd assume would be her wardrobe. can't believe she's my neighbour. i look back, looking into her room. tidy. a few photo frames around, but i couldn't make out what it was from here. there was a shelf on the wall, which had a lot of gold trophies. i'd assume they were for football, since there was a football standing on a stand at the very end of the shelf.

i sit in the seat i've sat in for the past 3 days for homeroom. y/n walks in about three minutes later. headphones on, in a jacket with a black puffer vest over and black, loose jeans, topped with a pair of converses. 

she sits on the other side of the classroom, not bothering to take her bag off, minding her business as she goes on her phone as the announcements get called out over the speaker. "and could y/n garcia please report to the front office, please?" the person reads out. i can see a few heads turn to y/n. y/n looks up at the speaker, before looking back down at her phone.

y/n's pov
as the bell rings, i stand up. tucking my chair in, i leave the classroom, turning my music up by my phone as everyone starts to flow out of the classrooms in chatter.

"how are you?" katherine, the counsellor, asks as i walk into the office. she stands up from the cushioned seat. "i'm fine," i say, even though that was a lie.

she takes a step towards me, and i know where this is going. i've seen that expression plastered onto everyone's faces. "do you want to go to my room and talk about it?" she asks my predicted question. "i told you i'm getting a therapist," i tell her, "i don't need a counsellor too." i've been to one counselling session on the second day back from school. it doesn't help that katherine's room was pretty much like an professional office that was meant for... people with disturbed pasts. like i was being punished for being in there. it only made me feel a thousand times worse. i had to go home early that day.