Raven in the Shadows

Chapter 3: Dark Pasts Can Haunt You Later On

Hola, everyone!

I swear you guys are amazing if you're already on chapter 3! I love you all so much!

I'm planning on making these little beginning parts a little shorter, so you can get right to the story (I'm not cutting the story any shorter in any chapter, I mean I'm cutting the part where I'm talking right now, because it's literally useless). Haha. Oops.

Anyways, love you guys! Xoxo.

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I walk to fifth period shaking my head furiously. Why did I do that? Why was I acting so weird around him? Yeah, he's hot, but I can't keep doing these things.

Last time I liked a guy, it got slightly out of hand, to the point where they got a restraining order on me.

DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME.

I KNOW YOU'RE LAUGHING RIGHT NOW.

STOP IT.

Anyways, I had a slight obsession. To be fair though, he did turn out to be a fuckboy.

I honestly didn't mean for anything like that to happen, but I was completely able to tell how he may have over exaggerated a bit. He was self obsessed, which made him think EVERYONE liked him. Nope, only me and a couple people.

Like 10.

Or 15.

Or 50.

I still don't understand why he got a restraining order on ME, when other girls kissed posters of him in their bedrooms and dreamt every night about him.

All I did was talk to him.

And text him.

Like 50 times a day...only.

Anyways, since he went to my school, we decided to move anyways because it was the end of seventh grade and we were sick of hearing about neighborhood theft or crimes or something.

My parents moved us across the country from Oregon to New Jersey for our eighth grade year.

Then ninth grade happened, where we moved from New Jersey to Illinois, where I am now.

But ninth grade is the reason why my life is still in jeopardy...thank god we moved just in time.

The bell rings and I snap out of my daze. I start running to class, pushing past people on my way.

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I'm the first one in the room, for once. I look at the seating arrangements, which were desks put into little pods instead of rows.

I sit in the furthest pod from the front and scroll through Twitter. When I'm about 2/3 through my feed, I hear a clanking noise by the door and look up.

More students were filing in, clumsily bumping their backpacks into the door. Great.

This was my advanced chemistry class, probably the one subject I can't understand at all.

As soon as there's very few people drifting into the room, the teacher enters, carrying a coffee and a couple binders. Followed by her, was a familiar face. No, two.

Brandon and Noah.

Great, they're in my class now?

I keep my head low, praying for them to not dare to see me in the back. I look up for a second and I catch Brandon's eye. He heads over to where I'm sitting, three out of the 5 seats near me, empty. Noah was too distracted to notice his friend had journeyed his way over to me.