How Does Your Story Go? (Dinah/You)

Chapter Two

Hey it's WhatAMystique. I'm not too sure how this book will turn out with my writing skills but hopefully with Joy's help, this book will be good. 

Mystique

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Dinah's POV

So it turned out that Y/N is some kind of ghost. Even when I knew the school with the back of my hand, I wasn't able to find her around school, as if she knew exactly where to isolate herself from others.

When the girls and I walk into the school building, we say our goodbyes as their lockers were in another block, leaving me alone to go to my locker and drop off my textbooks. I took everything out that wasn't my History or Spanish textbook. 

It seemed right at the time to do a language class because my mother nagged to me how it would benefit me in the future. So I chose Spanish, only because it was the second most spoken language in the world. In all honesty, I'm also glad my friends who basically spoke Spanish on a daily basis at home help me with the work. If it wasn't for them, I would be flunking so hard.

The sound of an amateur blowing a trump echoes throughout the hall and immediately all the groups of people rush to class. I too had quickly get my way to first period because if I were to ever be late to Spanish class, my teacher would tell me off for being late again as well as giving me a detention.

As I try my hardest to dodge everyone that was going in the opposite direction, I feel someone pushed my side and as I brace myself for the impact, I feel a pair of hands holding my waist. I look up wanting to say thanks but the person pulled me back on my feet and walked away showing the back of a familiar a grey jumper in the other direction. I smile at the fact that Y/N, was the one who saved me once again.

I quickly snap out of it and realised that I've got to get to Spanish. As I get to class, Mr. Lopez was not present which made me sigh in happiness. I turned my attention to my friends who excel in Spanish talking to each other. I walked closer and Camila tapped Lauren's shoulder to signal her that I arrived.

"DJ, you're lucky that you made it to class before Mr. Lopez did." said Lauren.

"Yeah chechee, what happened to you? You don't usually come this late." Camila said with disbelief.

"I don't know, people were rushing and I felt someone pushed me- " I say before getting interrupted by Camila.

"Ouch. Did you get hurt?" Camila said, checking me arms and legs if I got any scrapes. Camila was the most clumsiest one in the group. She's one of those people who can trip on their own feet and be perfectly fine. 

"Actually I didn't fall. Y/N caught me but I couldn't say thanks in time." I said.

"Aw that's cute! Girlfriend to the rescue." Lauren coos. 

"Oh my god we don't even know anything about each other." I slapped Lauren on the shoulder for saying it a bit too loud. Lauren whimpered a bit in pain and was planning to push on but Mr. Lopez arrived just in time to save me from more embarrassment.

"Sorry I'm late. Let's turn to page 53 in our textbooks and answer the following questions." Mr. Lopez said as he turned to the whiteboard and began scribbling unreadable words.

I opened my bag and my Spanish textbook was nowhere to be seen. The only thing I had in my bag was my History book for next period. Shoot, I must have left it in my locker but I swear I had it with me. Just before I was going to ask one of the girls to share their textbook with me, the sound of knocking came from the door.

"Come in!" Mr. Lopez yelled, turning his head towards the door. The door slightly opens for only Mr. Lopez to see. He then walked towards the door to speak with the person to then him turning back to the class.

"Hansen, someone wants to give you something. Hurry along." he says in a monotone voice as he pointed to the door. Who wanted to see me? Was I in trouble? I hope not. I got out of my chair and paced myself outside the room to see someone I thought wouldn't have the guts to speak with me. I gave him a stern look and saw him holding something behind his back. For once I actually wanted to go back into class and not be bothered by him.

"What do you want?" I said bluntly.

"I know ya won't talk to me so I take ya textbook." Nela said, rubbing the back of his neck out of shyness and guilt. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest, not trying to hide how infuriated I felt. I shook my head and flipped my inner hand to the ceiling that I wanted the textbook back.

"Look Din-" he said as he gave back the textbook and to be cut off from the red mist of anger swelling in my throat. I had to release it out like vomit. It was burning and I lost it.

"Who do you think you are to take my textbook just to talk to me?! I don't know why you had to steal my textbook in the first place but how low do you have to be to do that?! Is it the fact that I told you I was taken?! If you could use the same amount of initiative to do this, maybe you could try and use it to learn how to speak some proper English." I roared. I felt slightly bad for him but that gave him no right to simply steal my things just to create a conversation. I turned my back to him and walked back into the class, feeling my chest slowing easing down from the catastrophe I spilled.

When I closed the door behind me softly, everyone had their eyes fixated on me. I shrugged it off because everyone knows that when someone goes into a class room after class has started, people would look at you as if they saw a ghost. I walked over to my table and when I glanced at my peers they evaded my eyes as if I was a bully, finding my next victim to embarrass. What did I do to deserve this?

I sighed as I crashed down to my seat, feeling the stress of school already hitting me. It's been less than an hour and I'm on the verge of jumping over the gates to skip school. I look towards my friends who were smiling from one ear to the other. Okay that's just creepy. Camila I'd somewhat understand but Lauren too? There is something up for sure.

"So what did I do to make the class look at me as if I'm an oppressor and why in the world are you two grinning so hard?" I said, looking back and forth at my Latina friends.

"We may have heard you blowing up outside about how angry you were at him stealing your textbook." Camila giggled. I groan and let my head hit the table. That's why everyone was giving me a look.

"Props for you for telling him that he needed to work on his English," Lauren said, patting my back to congratulate, "also everyone heard you yelling 'Is it the fact that I told you I was taken?!'."  whispered softly so it wouldn't bring any attention. God my voice was that loud?

The girls hummed at the question I supposedly thought in my head. I internally groaned and brought myself to open up the textbook to the page number to do work. I felt like I wasn't able to do work because Y/N was in the back of my mind and how convenient that she was near me when I needed saving. I swear the next time she saves me, I'm going to straight up call her a super hero.