Her Name Starts With An "L"

Chapter 1

Bella

Moving schools wasn't necessarily the easiest thing ever. Until I saw her. Now I'm only 16 but lord I fell hard. I walked past the halls trying to find my algebra class and there she was. I could see her frizzy curls swaying from side to side in a loose ponytail, something she wore almost every day. Her nose had a bump on it, and her eyes were the color of chocolate, nearly black. She had full lips and dimples, and her body wasn't up to the beauty standards but it was not as if that bothered me. I loved staring at the pictures she posted on her Instagram. She barely posts any showing her body, maybe she was insecure. She always wore this necklace with a cross on it. It felt like she came out of a fairytale story, or at least to me.

I heard she was Greek. Looked like it. Today was just a Monday, not one of my best days. I walk down the halls of the crowded school, instantly being flooded with laughter and the obnoxiousness of the kids around me. I look up with a smile at my group of friends who are waving at me happily, a few of the girls coming up to hug me before I join them. I don't like to call myself popular but in this case, it's what I have to say. I was well known, pretty, up to standards, the description of a star. I look around only hoping to catch a glimpse of her beautiful curls. Unlike me, Lydia didn't wear a pound of makeup on her face to school. Lydia. The first time I heard her name I almost thought I was being spoken to in a foreign language. I've never known someone with that name, but for some reason, it suits her perfectly.

As much as popularity, she was known but not in a good way. Especially in high school, most kids like to base you off of your looks. If you're not pretty you're not an option. Yet again I was glad, I was glad they didn't like her. Why? I want no one to have even a close look at her. I want her. Not anyone else. If only I had the chance to talk to her at least once, and just then I saw them. Her ponytail bounced on her backpack as she quickly walked past us, getting a few looks from some of my friends. The scoffs and the laughter enraged me but I said nothing. I got a glimpse of her, although this time her hair wasn't in that delicate ponytail. It was in a braid. Her body was covered by sweatpants and a hoodie, as usual. They do this every morning, as I stand there listening to them just talk shit about her as if she was emotionless. It just hurts. I continue the rest of my day walking around the halls trying to spot her and just figure her out. What is she like? What does she like? Who does she like? I heard people call her names, one of them being lesbo. I never thought about her being a lesbian. I've heard stories about her kissing her best friend after school. That kinda ticks me thinking about it. Just about her kissing someone. I should known it was true when I saw Mika, her best friend ignoring her after those rumors spread out. Maybe it's because she didn't want more of it to spread? But who knows if they're together or not? I just want a chance.

I see her everywhere. At lunch, in the halls, in my classes, outside, in the bathroom. That was now. I didn't expect my first interaction to go like this. I looked at myself in the mirror while washing my hands when I heard a grunt coming from the stall. The bathroom was empty, just me and someone who came in while I was still in the stall. I stayed quiet for a minute until I heard a low mumble. "Shit". The soft voice and strong accent were recognizable to me the moment she spoke. I turned around to face the stall quietly, not wanting to make myself too noticeable. I could hear her breathing heavily tugging at the toilet paper while grunting more. Then I decided to just give it a try. "Are you ok in there?". She went dead silent. For a moment I got scared until she spoke again her accent peeking out a bit more. "Do you have a pad I could borrow?". I felt flustered just by hearing her voice, even in the situation. Instantly digging through my backpack.

I crouch down by the stall passing it to her through under the stall. She grabs it making her fingers graze mine a bit. Her skin felt smooth and warm. "Thank you". That was all I heard from her soft voice after I got up hearing her open it before turning around. I didn't want to leave the bathroom, not just yet. I was hoping to see her, even if its a strange place to talk at. I looked at the mirror yet again trying to figure out what to do before beginning to fix my mascara and lipgloss reapplying it on my lips over the liner. All of a sudden I hear the stall open behind me, seeing her figure through the mirror while continuing to fix my makeup. She made me nervous now that I was right beside her. I see her walking up to the sink and standing by me, she was taller than me by a few inches. I couldn't help but turn my head for a minute making our eyes lock. I couldn't help but not let the glimmer in her eye slide by unnoticed as the bright bathroom lights reflected on them. We looked at each other for a few seconds helping her realize who I was before quickly turning her head back to the sink, provoking a small sigh in me.

Lydia
I was walking to the bathroom after 7th period feeling the stabbing pain in my abdomen. It was that week of the month here that disgusting blood baths are in but I had to hold it. I walked into the bathroom only to realize how empty it was. As I stepped into the stall I looked into my backpack just to find out that I had run out of pads. Nothing was left in my bag. I used the toilet quickly and just sat there thinking about what to do until I heard the bathroom door open. I stay quiet not wanting to make a singular sound. Whoever it was must be wearing pounds of perfume cause I could smell her sweet scent from here. I felt embarrassed even though she couldn't see me. "Shit". I was able to spot her from the open inch of the stall door barely being able to get a look at her but enough to notice her doing her makeup by the sinks. I grunt feeling the pain in my abdomen get worse. All I thought about at the moment was just getting out of there so I tried to grab some toilet paper.

Not long after I hear a low voice speak through the door of the stall. "Are you ok in there?". Her voice reminds me of someone but I can't put a finger on it. As embarrassed as I felt I knew I had nothing else to do so I just asked her, "Do you have a pad I could borrow?". The girl took a few seconds before rummaging through her bag and sticking her hand under the stall where I could see her hand holding it out for me to grab. Her nails were long, and pretty colored pink. She had a slim hand with a ring on her middle finger. I reach out to grab the pad making our fingers brush together in the slightest. I see her hand move off to where I say, "Thank you". I didn't hear anything else from her since then so I just stayed quiet opening it and replacing my last one.

Since that took me only two minutes I picked my backpack up slinging it over my back as I walked out towards the sink. I see the girl putting on lipgloss while I stand next to her washing my hands. I recognized her now, her name was Bella. She was from the popular group of kids. They spend most of their days joking about her but for some reason, I've never heard a word out of her. Out of all of them hs very quiet. Now I'd be lying if I said she didn't catch my eye one bit, she did. When I saw her for the first time she looked so innocent. She had long blond hair always straightened and let loose. Her eyes were sky blue, the two most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Her lips were always layered with glow and liner, not to mention her snatched body. She was truly a sight for sore eyes. If I was a guy I'd date her.

I turned my head to look at her for a minute when I noticed her looking back at me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds before I felt weird again and turned my head back down to the sink. I think I heard her sigh but I was not so sure so I didn't say anything. I look at her manicured nails again and see the ring on her middle finger again. Her hands look so pretty and delicate, that I could faintly see a small vein popping through in one of them. I wish my hands looked like hers, I don't have super chubby hands but they're not slim like hers. She has a defined body that I could never have even if I tried my best.

I decided to leave the room and just not look at her anymore before I ran into a trance staring at her and continuing to get bad looks in the hallway. I don't see her as someone who judges others as badly as her friends but I don't know what to think of people anymore. For example my best friend Mika. I remember when we still talked. that Thursday after school when we kissed behind the school. I honestly thought we were alone but I guess someone found out anyway. I thought Mika felt the same way for me but she had other plans. The moment I kissed her I could sense she wanted to continue but she backed up and just shook her head telling me how wrong it was. I had no other choice but to let her go, and now she won't talk to me. She won't even answer my messages. Therefore I decided to just let her be and if she wanted to talk to me she would, I'm not the pushy one.