Demitra Kalogeras starts her first day of senior year and meets someone new. She's been confused about her sexuality but will this new girl give her clarity?
This new student has a rough backstory and doesn't want to open her heart so easily. Will s...
"Okay ma!!" I yelled down the hall responding to my mom. Shes always worried about me since we keep having to move and I have to start fresh at a new school like e v e r y year. I hate it a lot but it's my last year so I don't gotta do it anymore. Unless I have to switch schools halfway through the year. That would really suck.
Me and my mom are constantly moving just to try and get away from my dad. He's just sooo lovable that we can't handle all his love and we have to move away.
That was a joke if you couldn't tell. He was actually very abusive. He would always try to belittle my mom but he would never hit her, that's where I come in. He had to take his anger out somehow and yelling at my mother was never enough for him. It even landed me in the hospital a couple times. That's when we would have to leave.
My mom would take him back after he apologized and said he's "changed" but I always knew it was bullshit. My mom constantly taking him back made me resent her for a really long time but we haven't seen him since we moved to Canada this summer. Hopefully this is the last time we have to move.
As I shake those thoughts out of my head i decided to finish getting ready for school. I couldn't sleep last night so I've just been up and now was the time I started to actually finish getting ready. I already showered and got dressed so all I had to do was make my bed and eat breakfast.
"y/n come rápido, no quiero que llegues tarde a la escuela!" (eat quickly I don't want you to be late for school) "Sé mama estoy casi hecha."(I know mom I'm almost done) Me and my mom always go through this and it gets kind of annoying but it's whatever. I know she means well and wants to make up for being partially to blame for what happened to me. To us.
When I finished eating, it was 7:28. I washed my dish, said goodbye to my mom, got in my car, put on some music and started driving to school. We weren't the richest but we also weren't poor. We were comfortable, but always having to work which I find weird.
I mean as soon as we moved here my mom bought us both cars and made sure we had enough money that we wouldn't have to worry about not being able to pay for anything but she made sure both of us had jobs. Even moving here threw me through a complete loop. Usually when we would move we would just move to different spots in New York. But she moved us all the way to Edmonton, Canada. Fucking Canada. I wonder where she got the money from but I'll worry about that at a later date.
I got out of my own head when I arrived in front of the humongous building. "What the fuck." I mumbled to myself. "It's crazy right?" I heard from behind me. "Huh?" I turned around confused. "The school. I don't think it needs to be this big." A pale boy continued saying with a small smile on his face. "Yeah it's huge. Like three times bigger than my last school." I replied looking back at the school. "Yeah I knew you looked new. My names Noah." He said shutting his car door and coming over to me to shake my hand. "I'm y/n" I replied shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you. Oh and I love your fit." He added. I looked at his outfit, then at my own. We were wearing the same outfit just with inverted colors. I had a grey champion shirt with black sweats and he had a black champion shirt with grey sweats. Also with the same shoes just inverted colors.
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"Appreciate you, I fuck with your fit too." I replied with a small laugh. "I have a feeling we're gonna be good friends." He said with excitement clear in his voice. I laughed and shook my head as we entered the building together.
"Welcome back students, you can look for your homerooms on the papers posted on the bulletin boards!!" The principal said as we entered the school. "Hey what grade are you in" Noah turned to ask me. "I'm a senior." I replied still looking around me. "Oh sweet. We might be in the same homeroom!" He exclaimed trying to look at the pieces of paper on the walls.
"Wait what's your last name?" He asked. "y/l/n" "dude your not even up here. You're gonna have to check in with the principal." Of course I do. "Alright well I'll see you later Noah." I said before starting to walk into the main office. "See ya." I heard him yell back. The bell rang for everyone to be in their homerooms and the halls slowly went quiet. I opened the door to the office and went up to the lady at the front desk. As I opened my mouth to speak the phone rang.
"Hello?" The lady at the front desk asked into the phone. She followed that up with a bunch of "okays" and nodding her head in understanding as if the person on the other end could see her. This made me chuckle a bit. "One second." She took the phone from her ear slightly and looked up at me. "What's your name hun?" "It's y/n y/l/n." I replied. She lifted the phone back to her ear. "Okay she's right here I'll send her down." The lady said before hanging up the phone. "Your homeroom is down the hall to the right. Keep going straight till you see room 116. That's with Mr. Stephens." She informed with a bright smile on her face. "Okay, thank you." I responded with a small smile. Turning on my heel I started to follow her directions to my homeroom.
"Mr. Stephens" This is it. I opened the door and immediately scanned the room to look for Noah, but no luck. "Ahh, you must be our new student." A man said as he stood from his chair and walked over to me. "Yes sir." I replied in a soft tone. "Welcome, my name is Mr. Stephens." He informed with a bright smile. "You're gonna have a student guide to show you around the school and show you where your classes are.
"Demitra can you raise your hand please?" Mr. Stephens asked. I looked around to see who my guide would be but no one revealed themself. Knowing everyone's eyes were on me didn't help. I couldn't pinpoint who I was looking for. "Demitra?" I heard him ask again. "Oh sorry." I hear a soft quiet voice from the back of the room. I saw a hand raised, not fully but it was noticeable. I couldn't believe what I was seeing though. This girl looked drop dead gorgeous. Like she looked like an actual Greek goddess.
"Yeah you can take a seat next to her. She's gonna be your guide." I heard the teacher say behind me as he put his hand gently on my shoulder low key pushing me forward. I nodded and started walking towards her. I was trying to get the stupid smile off my face but I couldn't. I was like.. stuck. I took a seat right next to the window that was to the left of the beautiful girl. I turned to introduce myself but when she didn't reply it left me kinda confused. Did she not hear me? She was looking right at me.
I tilted my head a little and furrowed my eyebrow. That seemed to get her out of her trance since she finally responded. "I'm sorry what?" She shook her head with an irresistible smile. "I said hey I'm y/n" I responded trying to come off as sweet as possible. I even went to shake her hand. I don't do that for most people. I shake peoples hands but I don't put my hand out first. She must be special or something.
"Hi I'm Demitra." She responded shaking my hand. Damn her hand is soft. I showed a bright smile and turned towards the window, internally cursing myself. Stop cheesing so much, you look stupid. I started to bounce my leg and play with my pen on the table as a nervous habit as I was looking at the beautiful scene out the window.
"Alright class hopefully this year is gonna be a good one for you seniors." Mr. Stephens started to speak up again. I started to zone out but I would constantly get pulled out of my thoughts when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I would often look up to the teacher to see the girl next to me look away from my peripheral vision. I would smile to myself every time. I would sneak glances at her too. More times than I would like to admit.
I can't be doing this right now. After everything I've been through, I can't get attached to her or make her attached to me just for me to leave again. Hopefully this is the last time we'll have to move though. Who knows maybe this could finally be a good thing. I mean it is my senior year. I shouldn't have to move again. I don't know maybe- maybe I'll give her a try.
~Authors Note~ Hope you're enjoying so farrr. See what i did at the end there;) no? Okay. Moving on. I thought I'd give a pov for y/n cause yk it gives more perspective. Also sorry in advance for making y/n's father abusive, that's just how my mind works. Gotta have some truama:) Also if you have any requests or suggestions, let me know. Your wishes may come true. Tootles:3
