She's the little

Chapter 31

"Dianna?"

I was in my Spanish class, minding my own business when i started hearing my name being called and it slowly got louder and louder.

eventually i got tired of it and spun round on my chair, looking round too see who it was. my eyes locking on a pare id seen may times before.

"what do you need teddy?" i ask putting my pen down.

"you know a-lot of teenage girls in this place right?" he asks leaning forward.

"i guess you could say that. why?" i ask cocking my head to the side.

"okay so my assigned little wasn't at her documented address, so i tacked her sister down and she lives in this town- thats why i'm back, to see if shes in this place." he explained and the alarms in my mind were setting off like twinkly christmas lights.

"do you know a girl called jenny rose? must of moved in the past two months?"
oh shitt

"it rings a couple bells."

i watched teddy's face light up in surprise making me feel sorry for the hard time he's about to have.

i nearly let put an actual sigh or relief when i heard the bell go, jumping out of my seat and like halfway across the classroom, before sprinting to find lizzie.
however i was stopped when i was faced with an all too familiar chest.

"hi james."

"your supposed to be waiting in class." he 'reminded' me.

"well i saw you from the doorway so i figured id just meet you in-between." i say knowing james knows i'm lying.

"lying is on your list Dianna."
"yea i know." i groan as we walked the halls heading to my next class.

i pulled my phone out my back pocket, ready to turn it off with all the buzzing it was doing when i saw a message from an unknown number.

"hey its jenny."
i forgot i had wrote my number on her thigh in lipstick the night before.

i wrote out a quick 'hey jenny' before shutting my phone off before james could tell me to turn it off.

"james?" i ask as we turn a corner.
"yes Anna?"

"you remember teddy?" i ask looking up and watching his jaw tighten.

"yes. why."
"well he's looking for his missing little and i think i know who it is, but he cant find her."

james look at me curiously, far more interested than he was 10 seconds before.
"you know her?"
"yes. and i know where she lives and who with and stuff." i tell him as we walk into "intro to regression"

"but i also know she doesn't want to meet him."
james nodded his head slowly at me, creating a picture of his own.

"do i tell him where to find her? even if she doesn't want him to know? or do i mind my own business?" i ask sitting up on the bench.

"how come he cant find her?"
"she was kicked out when she got her classification."
"ah."
i give james a knowing nod as he starts pacing things together.

"so she wasn't at her documented address therefore he's on a hunt for her. and he's so close."

"-but shes your friend and you don't want to give away her hiding spot when you know she doesn't want to be found." james said, finishing my sentence.

"exactly."
"in fairness you didn't want me to come look for you in the start. you didn't even want to learn my name." james said half joking.

"no... i was totally brave and was gonna look for you myself." i lie, rolling my eyes.
james gave me a sceptical look, before rolling his eyes.

my teacher started speaking and i had every urge to zone out but her starting sentence peaked my interest. "okay i think all of you have been in class long enough now to start giving home assignments."

uh oh.

"who here uses a pacifier at home?" she asks looking around the class and more people than i expected started putting hands up.
nobody needs to know about me though.
i basically sat on my hands.

can i even count it as using a pacifier at home if its only happened 2 times and it wasn't even for long?

i could feel james eyes on me, i guess hopeful id put my hand up.

"grate, we love to see that." the woman praised as she looked over everyone. "this will be easy for you guys then. by Thursday, i want everyones hands up."
i've never felt so sick.
i was pleased to hear lizzie's protests from behind me, thankful to not be the only one with a problem.

"hay what's with the spare room in your house." i question as james buckles my seatbelt.

"you mean your room?" james asks me confused.
"my room?"
"yes your room."
"you didn't tell me i had a room in your house."

"i thought it was obvious." he said shrugging before shutting my car door. "- you are eventually going to live with me, figured your own space could be good." he tells me as he starts driving.

"my own space that looks like its made for a toddler." i clarify.

"a very cool and stylish toddler." he joked as he drove, looking over at me with a stupid grin.

"so you haven't taken a real look in their?" he asked as we pulled u to the house and i shook my head.
"never really found the time to go snooping."