Finally Wanted

Chapter Three

Its been a really long time hasn't it? Ive been doing a lot and a lot of things have happened so I haven't really had time to write. Hopefully this wont be as bad as I think it might be.

 -Maggie B.

Samantha's P.O.V.

It's been a week since Thatcher arrived at the school and he just won't get that I want to be left alone.  He follows me to my classes, sits next to me at lunch, and walks me all the way to the bus stop at the end of the day. I've told him over and over that I'm better off alone but he just ignores my meager attempts to be assertive. By the time I get home Every day I'm so exhausted I go to sleep right away. It unfortunately didn't help with my nightmares.

I just walked into to school and people are already staring at me. Who am I kidding. I was being stared at the moment I left the house. I walked to my locker with my hoodie up and my head low. I quickly opened my locker, deposited my backpack and hoodie, and grabbed my books for the day. I hate walking back to my locker all the time between classes because that gives people more time to stare at my ugly face.

I closed my locker and came face to face with Thatcher leaning against the lockers surrounding mine. I screeched and fell to the ground, my books tumbling to the tiled floor. " What the heck is wrong with you?" I mutter.

As I picked my books up one by one I could hear him chuckling to himself. He was laughing so hard he crouched to the ground and was balancing his arms on his knees. When he looked up at me I could see the amusement twinkling in his sea green eyes. 

I hate to admit a small blush appeared on my face.

I huffed and got up from the floor. after I picked up my books, Thatcher languidly stood back to his full height. I looked at up at him one last time and realized how tall he actually is. He consumes my frame from the prying eyes around us and I'm a little taken aback.

The thought of him hiding me from the view of others is both comforting and slightly frightening.

I turn around and the crowd of people in the hall splits like the red sea. It's like they're so disgusted with my presence they cant stand to be near me. I blame them.

After I get through the crowd I'm faced with the she-devils. They were perched on either side of my class. they looked up from their phones and sneered at me. Misty got up from the wall first and walked up to my petrified body. She leaned her head over my shoulder as I saw CC shove herself off the wall. I was breathing hard in fear as she sucked in a breath.

"I think you need to come with us, hon."

It seems like something your mother would say to you if she's bribing you to go to the dentist while your dad was in the car waiting. This wasn't one of those situations.

She wrapped an arm around me and led me to the girls bathroom while CC trailed next to us. This was not going to be good.

Thatcher P.O.V.

I watch Samantha walk away from me and I chuckle a little.  Her ginger hair bounces behind her as she rushes through the hallway. I shake my head and walk in the opposite directions.

Since I came to the school, she has been extremely distant and tries to talk to me as little as possible. She showed me the whole school in a span of three days and after that pretended like we never met. We are even partners in Biology and she acts like I don't exist. It's pretty funny.

Over the time we've spent time together, I noticed some things. Samantha always keeps her head down and  never speaks up in class even though I can tell she knows all the answers. She tries to blend in as often as possible and I never fail to notice the stares directed at her. She has still failed to answer my questions about that. There's a wall surrounding her that I just can't see over.