The New Girl - A Loki Fanfiction

Chapter Nine

What Vi didn't realize completely was that everyone has a story, including the teen she met only 24 hours ago. What she really didn't realize was, like many others, stories either are similar, intertwine, or both, mirroring one another until they become almost inseparable.

What they both didn't realize was how tangled they both would become to one another.

But she did think about him, about what he possibly could have been running from. Perhaps it had to do with why his room was in the garage and not inside the main house, why it was so bare and empty. Maybe it had to do with him having people over. Did he even ask permission before the end of the school day, she didn't know. But either way, it made her question who this classmate of hers was and if she should trust him.

But considering he and his friends were the only ones that took and interest in her, did she really have a choice?

Although, there was Thor, and besides the cliques diagrams, he didn't seem that bad. What possibly could make him like the plague to the Warriors? Was it jealousy to his elite status? His looks—no, how could she even suggest such a thing. Although, it wasn't her opinions that mattered but that of this unorthodox school, and perhaps they were seeing something she wasn't. But he wasn't in her tastes; besides, he looked at her like a piece of meat.

Sirens sound and Vi looks up from spacing, watching as a fire truck, police cars, and an ambulance speed down the road. Immediately, she's sick to her stomach. She knew all too well what was to lay in the back of the white emergency vehicle.

"What do you mean she's dead?"

She could almost feel the pieces of shattered glass piercing her skin, her fractured skull on the pavement. Why did it have to be her mom? Why did the driver leave her alone with a corpse? Why didn't they just stop? Even if she couldn't forgive them right away, at least it would be easier to try.

Why couldn't she just remember that blasted car?

"I don't remember, I don't remember!"

But that was years ago.

She decided to heed Loki's warning about this "Smokey Joe" and take the long way home. Maybe that's what she and her mother should've done. Maybe she wouldn't be living in this place. Maybe she would've been a kinder person, not so quick to snap. Perhaps she could've even gotten a jump on colleges. But everything in the world can be viewed in "ifs", and for Vi, the ifs were endless in regards to only one: if her mother were still alive.

"Hey Kiddo, where have you been?"

She didn't even want to talk to her father. At least he had been the one constant thing, despite the Elaine situation. Well, besides the fact that he had to walk with a cane. It was said to be a worker's injury, that working as a construction worker for so long can mess up one's back, and apparently, her dad wasn't superman. But he did get a promotion upon getting further education in architecture, which was supposed to mean more time for Vi.

Supposed to.

"Thinking."

"About?" She shoots him a glare, and he already knows. "Oh."

"What, am I not allowed to miss her or something?"

"No, no of course you are. I just thought maybe—"

"What, that I'd be thinking about being nicer to your woman?"

"Wait a minute, Vi—"

"We were supposed to be a team, you're all I have left. We talked about moving, about schooling, but this, the person who would potentially attempt to be my new mother, this you're silent on?"

"I didn't think you'd understand."

"You were able to talk to me about which school districts were better for focusing on becoming a detective, you were even able to talk to me about which ones would give me a better name and support to get into college. You even talked taxes to me so it would be a fair deal to you too. But to talk to me about who my supposed new mother was going to be, something I can only judge for myself, that's the unspeakable? Are you kidding me?!"

"I did everything else for you, let you have a say when other parents would just up and move, yet how do you expect me to explain to an eleven-year-old girl that I was in love and wanted to marry? How selfish are you being for expecting me to put my life on hold?"

"So are you saying I wasn't good enough for you? That Mom wasn't good enough for you?"

And at that point, the living room went silent, save the TV running the latest episode of Shark Tank. Vi could feel her pulse, the blood pumping through her veins after six years of reserved judgment. In her defense, never once did she called him out for what he had done, even if it meant putting all the blame and disdain on Elaine. But after six years and the sirens echoing in her head like a beating drum, it was time.

"Vi—"

"Were...we...good enough?"

The thing that saved her father from an answer was the phone ringing. As her father went to answer it, Vi ruffled her hands through her head, about to head upstairs when he handed her the phone.

"It's for you. Someone from school?"