Distant Memories

Chapter Two: How we Met.

Y/N Pov

As my mother's car came to a halt I felt a wave of anxiety rush over me with full force. With my eyes closed tightly and fists clenched I tried to calm my rapid and shallow breaths.

My mother let out a loud groan of annoyance laying her head on the steering wheel. Over the years, my mother has come to the conclusion that my anxiety is a construct that I "made up" to get out of situations I don't want to deal with.

Although I wish that was the case, it sadly isn't and no matter how many times doctors validate my disorder she's not convinced. Therefore her patience in these situations is non-existent.

"Can you stop being childish and get out of my damn car already!" her voice echoing throughout the small car.

I glanced out the window only to be met with a barely legible sign that read, "Santa Ana Middle School."

I quickly made my way out of the car hoping to avoid another outburst from my mother. Looking around I could immediately tell this was nothing like my old school.

Yes, I could see the normal cliques like the jocks, the nerds, the goths etc... but what I couldn't place was the kids that looked to be twice my age sitting on the front curb.

Guys who could easily pass as college students smoking and joking around with girls hanging on to their every word.

Girls that were wearing outfits that looked to be at least two sizes too small. Their skirts barely covering their ass, and shirts barely covering their boobs.

Like what parent would let their 13 year old daughter walk out of the house like that?

Feeling more self-conscious than ever, I slowly made my way towards the entrance. I could already feel the stares on me. I grabbed the straps of my backpack tightly making sure to keep my eyes trained on the floor,  trying to not draw anymore unwanted attention to myself.

I could hear loud honks behind me, but I kept walking trying to avoid the embarrassment.

"TURN YOUR ASS AROUND AND LOOK AT ME I'M NOT IN THE MOOD TO DEAL WITH YOUR SHIT. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EVEN SAY GOODBYE TO ME!? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" she furiously shouted out the window aggressively waving her hands.

"Goodbye." I whispered barely hearing it myself.

I hated saying the word goodbye, but that's a story for another time.

I turned back around ready to make my way to the entrance when I noticed the rest of the students had gathered in a crowd. All conversations had stopped and everyone's eyes were trained on my every move. Only low murmurs were heard.

Instantaneously people went back to their conversations. Reactions varied from laughing at me, to ignoring the interaction completely, and some even looking at me with pity. Exactly what I didn't want to happen.

I roughly pushed past everyone blocking my way, and I sprinted as fast as I could through school doors only tripping once.

I took a sharp turn around the first hallway in hopes to find a bathroom, but I was met with a wall. Well what I thought was I wall.

I groaned as I felt the pain shoot up my hip from my poor landing .

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. I didn't realize I was staring for a while until I noticed she had been speaking to me this whole time. Her mouth was moving at a rapid pace while her hands moved back and forth frantically.

"I'M SO SO SORRY! I DIDN'T SEE YOU BRO I SWEAR. ARE YOU HURT?! OMG!..UMMM Hello?" the mystery girl said.

"I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," I groaned as I tried to wipe the tears from the event prior.

"What's up, I'm Dinah Jane," the mystery girl greeted

"H-e-ey umm I'm Y/N Riv-vera." I stuttered.

"Why are you crying? Are you new? I haven't seen you around here before." Dinah questioned bending down to my level.

I had an internal conflict figuring out if I could trust her or not. When we locked eyes I think she noticed, but to my surprise the next words that came out her mouth shocked me.

"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't cry." she whispered as she placed her finger under my chin so we could look into each other's eyes.

She gave me a small smile before giving me her hand to help me up off the floor.

"C'mon let's go to the bathroom to clean you up," Dinah replied dragging me in the opposite direction.

Dinah Pov

As I was led her to the bathroom I couldn't help but think about how different this girl was. She doesn't belong in a place like this.

I have this strange feeling to protect her and I have no idea why.

Little did Dinah know that she would not only harm her, but she wouldn't be there to protect her either.