Lost Into you

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Hey guys here's chapter 8!! I honestly hope this book is turning out alright, I know it might be cliche or whatever you want to call it, but I would really like to know your opinion about it. DM me or comment, but remember to use positive words, please. Also, I have cast Jasons cousin Katherine, as Fabiola Guajardo. Let me know your thoughts. Thank you and hope you enjoy this new chapter. Don't forget to comment, vote and follow.

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Feeling the cool breeze from my window had me up in no minute. Wait a second, I don't recall leaving the window open last night. Oh, oh. Did I sleep walk and opened it in the middle of the night? Gosh I hope not. Hopefully it was my mom who came in this morning and opened it so I would wake up, which for the record it did.

"MOM! Did you open my window again?" I yell at her, "No mija, I didn't." She yelled back from downstairs. Hmm, well shit. If I did sleep walk then I'm screwed. It's been a while since I've done it. See when I was younger, we used to live in San Diego until a terrible tragedy happened, and the thing is I can't seem to recall the details. But what I remember was that one of my uncles from my dads side had done something terrible and was now in jail. In result , it is why we ended up moving here to LA, more specifically in Beverly Hills. After a week of finally establishing here, it was when I first started to sleepwalk. It got to the point where I almost tried hurting myself. And that's when my parents finally noticed what was happening. One night they came rushing in my room catching me before I actually stabbed myself with a pair of sharp scissors. After that, they sent me to therapy and that's when we figured out why I had started to sleep walk, which had been because of what had happened back in Dan Diego. After attending therapy and talking to my psychiatrist which was now a friend of mine, I was able to get past through what I was dealing with and my sleepwalking had vanished until now. Which had me trembling because I didn't want to hurt myself or my family. But what sucks is that I don't remember anything of what had happened and no matter how many times I ask my parents, they won't tell me or even talk about it. They think that if they do tell me, it'll affect me again. However, apparently it was back to haunt me, whether they did or didn't tell me.

I pushed those thoughts away, finished getting ready and left for school.

When I get to school, I meet with two of my closest friends: Alex and Clarissa, but I call her Clair for short. We are all on the dance and soccer team. Right now it's Spring, which means it's boys soccer season, and for us dance season, our soccer season isn't until fall.

"Hey y'all! " I give each of them a big bear hug. "Omg Clair you died your hair blonde! I love it!" I tell her. "Thanks Ally, I did it last minute but I think it came out great right?" She gives us a twirl, but trips with her own two feet. She's always been the clumsy one. I was about to reach out for her when one of the soccer boys, Elliot, catches her and spits out "watch it Barbie" and keeps walking.

"Oh my gosh!!" Alex been her, she jumping up and down excited for Clair. See, Clair and Elliot have always been arch nemesis, they hate each other's  guts, but deep down I know they must have some feelings for each other.

"Calm down Alex, he's such a fucking asshole. Ally why in the hell didn't you catch me, huh?" She turns to me. "Uh, Uh, your not going to take it out on me missy. Just admit that you liked been held by him, haha." I finish with a laugh. "Ha, ha, ha, very funny. Anyways, guess what happened this summer! Remember that chick Rebekah, well they found her and Fin doing it behind a garage, they totally had it for each other last year. " she finished with a smirk on her face. "And why is this relevant?" I ask, crossing my arms. "Ally, because that means that Fins ex girlfriend is making a living hell for Rebekah, hence she won't be trying out for soccer this year. And we won't have to deal with her obnoxious ass."Alex explains. "True, True, damn Alex, you surprise me, never thought you'd be the one explaining something g like that without cracking up or making a joke" I laughed telling the both of them. We continued walking until we reached my class. "Wow, that hurt Ally," she faked been hurt, put a hand over her chest and let it a stifled cry " Calm down, you should be In drama class, haha that would suit you better, but then we would have your great ass out in the soccer field." Claire told her.  "Alright girls, well see each other In lunch" I told them, giving them a hug and doing our special handshake at the end. "By my loves!" Alex yelled from across the hallway. She's awesome, I  don't know what I'd do without either of them.

I enter my history class and sit beside Nick, since it was the only chair left. Well this would be interesting. I just hope our teacher doesn't makes us do any partner projects, not that I would mind it but I'd rather do the with Jason. Gosh it sucks that we don't have any classes together. I check my phone to see if he's texted but I see that he hadn't. After winter break I feel like we've grown apart. But I'm sure it'll be back to normal now that we're back in school. I push those thoughts away and focus in class.

After 20 minuets in class, I get a note from Nick.

Meet me by the bleachers during lunch, don't keep me waiting ;)

I look at him and he pretends to be paying attention to Mr. Bowman.  So many thoughts come in mind. Some that make me smile, but then some that make me wonder. I wonder what he wants. However, I won't know until I meet him during lunch.

Why do I get a happy feeling about him asking me to meet him?

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