Don't Get Involved

Chapter Two

*Dylan's POV*
I can't help but stare. Her locker might be ten over, but I'm close. I can see her bright blue eyes, the waves in her chocolate brown hair, how it fall slightly in front of her eyes. Although she's wearing a grey sweatshirt...in southern Texas.
I hear three people behind me talking. I quickly tune them out. All I hear is, "I'm Kaya, New Kid," and "see you around."

I approach the girl, who tenses up while the three people who were talking pass her. They stop right in front of her locker. "Hi Quinn. Good day today?" Kaya smirks, and I can tell she's one of the worst kinds of people already. Three inch heels, a dress to short in my mind, and caked on makeup. Nope. I guess the girls name is Quinn. "Get out of my face, Kaya." She tries to get the words out boldly, but fails when her voice cracks. "O, okay." Is all she say in return. She steps on Quinn's foot, her heel obviously painful. She stomps away, but not before one of the two guys following her pushes Quinn into the lockers. Once their gone, I go up to her.
Quinn POV
Keep it together. Keep it together. "Are you okay?" The new kid asks, and I look up at him. He's a good three inches taller than me.
"Yeah its fine, I'm used to hit." I say, flinching at the pain in my shoulder where I slammed into the lockers. I take a look at his schedule. "You have all the same classes as me." His brown eyes I could stare into the whole way. He seemed to be doing the same. "Great!" We started to walk toward our next class. "Those kids who...um were talking to me before you, what are there names?" "Kaya is 'Queen Bee' named herself btw, shes the, well, queen of the school. Don't know who appointed her. Anyways, Derek Hale is the bigger one that follows her, and Scott Hale is the other. They are all siblings," I say. *Quick A/N Scott McCall is the same Scott in this*
"How long have they been trying to get to you?"

*Dylan's POV*
"How long have they been trying to get to you?" I immediately regret what I said, because fear filled in her eyes. "First year of Junior High..." She says in a small voice. "Oh." Literally, Dylan? 'Oh' is not a good answer. Way to keep the conversation going. "Topic Change! Mockingjay came out today!" True, and I was dying to see it. "Please tell me you like The Hunger Games!" "No I hate the Hunger Games, and the Capitol. I prefer District 13." I smile at her, and to my surprise, she smiles for the first time since I met her. "Well thus is our stop. Nice to meet you," she says, not looking me in the eye. She most definitely didn't like me back, right? Impossible. I am below her class, her class being the beautiful people who are surprisingly not super rude.

"See you at lunch" is all I say, not waiting for a response as I walk through the door. I'm at a desk across the room from her, great.