The Forgotten Girl

Recap

I start heading towards the library but stop as soon as I hear the most beautiful sound to have ever graced my ears....

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As I walk closer to the old gym the sound gets louder. I can faintly hear the harsh pants of exhaustion and the skin hitting bags of leather. Every three hits or so there is a different sound, its like leather hitting leather.

I reached for the handle and gave it a small tug -so that I don't make a sound- but it's no use! It's locked. I look at the lock, analyzing it. Ha! A normal doorknob lock! How stupid can they get? I quickly pick the lock with my hair pin and squeeze through the open door hoping that the stranger inside didn't hear the squeak of the door. Anticipating that they didn't hear me fall flat on my... well my bottom for lack of better word.

I wince and look down to see that I have landed on some glass shards. Confused I look over at the door. The window is broken. Seriously? I picked that lock for nothing?! Standing up I look down at the pile of glass I had sat in. Thank god I wore jeans this morning instead of something short, I really wouldn't want my first visit to Jackson Evers hospital with glass sticking out of my butt.

"You know it's not nice to break into things that are locked. You could get arrested for breaking and entering." I jump and look for the person who said that.

Cautiously I look around, mostly watching the dark corners. "I would technically only be arrested for trespassing. You on the other hand, broke the glass and entered."

The person only laughed. "I wouldn't have broken the window if I knew how to pick a lock though." "How did you pick the lock anyway?"

"Curiosity killed the cat"

"Good thing I'm no cat then aye, how'd you do it"

"Do you really wanna know?"

"Yeah I do"

I sigh, "okay but you can't tell this to anyone okay? It's our little secret"

The person chuckled, "yeah okay"

I grinned a toothy grin. "I'm a ninja."

Suddenly everything went quiet and he stepped into the light. Yes I said HE.

"Let me guess. You were attacking the floor?" He said with a small smile.

"No" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I was attacking the floor backwards. You know why?" His eyes held a look of amusement in them.

"Why?"

"IM FREAKING TALENTED" I jump up and run towards the treadmill.

"So your not gonna give me your name?" I feel his cool minty breath flutter against my neck as I reach for the 'POWER' button.

"Nope" I smirk turning on the treadmill and start jogging. His stepping falters a bit but he manages to jog in sync with me.

"Please princess?" He breaths ragged breathes against my neck. Turning of the treadmill I turn around and come face to face with him.

"Princess? Not very original but I'm okay with it. What about you? What should I call you?"

He chuckles, "my name is~"

"Shhhhh I'm giving you one!" I cut him off.

He pouts. "Stitch" he looks at me in confusion.

"Stitch?"

"That's your name don't wear it out!" I smile cheekily. He gives me an amused smile.

"Why stitch?" I shrug and move away from his sweaty body. "I think it's because of your eyes."

"My eyes?"

"Yeah, your eyes are a deep blue with specks of a sort of icy blue. Kinda like stitch off Lilo and stitch." He gives me a small smile and winks.

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I spent the rest of the lesson in that smelly old gym with stitch. We exchanged phone numbers and our names.

Nathaniel. That's his real name. Sighing I make my way to my next class, English. Ugh I hate it! Don't get me wrong it's a good subject and I am very good at it, it's just it's soooo boring! All we got at my old school were comprehension sheets, so you can imagine how many times I fell asleep in that class.

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The rest of the day was quite boring, however I had Cory tailing me between classes and at breaks trying to apologize about what I had seen him do this morning. I just simply ignored him and went about my day pretending to listen in classes.

---------final Bell rings--------

I breathe a sigh of relief. I don't think I would've been able to last any longer sitting in between stitch and Cory. I mean, don't get me wrong Nathaniel is awesome. We only just met and he's already so protective of me. As soon as Cory came and sat next to me I was uncomfortable and Nathaniel (who I didn't even know had this class with me) noticed and sat me on his lap so that Cory would shut up and leave me alone. It didn't really do me or him much good though because as soon as the teacher told walked in I was off him and sat in between them both. We also ended up being in a group with him and the girl he bullied earlier, poor girl she was shaking in her flats.

And that brings us to the present moment, where we (more specifically the two boys) are arguing about whose house we are going to start the project.

"No! We'll go to my house!"

"No way! My house is so much better!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

I huff, I've had enough of this. School has been over for fifteen minutes and we haven't even left the classroom. "ENOUGH!" the sound of my voice rings through the empty classroom. "We will go to my house and there will be no more arguing over this matter" I look over to the girl. "Do you have a ride or do you want me to take you?" I ask gently.

"N-no I don't have a-a car" she lets out in a small voice. I give her a heart warming smile and take her hand, leading her through the hallways and out towards my bike.

"You don't mind going on this do you?" I turn around and internally curse. She looks terrified. "Look, you can go with one of the boys if you want? I would've bought my car to school today if I had known I'd be bringing someone home with me" I finish off scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

"N-no its fine! Really, I'm okay! I would much rather ride on this death trap than with Cory!" I frown a little at this, she sounded as if she was terrified even at thought of being alone with Cory and I don't blame her, I wouldn't want to ride in the same car as my bully either. I climb on my bike.

"Its okay, but you would have to ride behind me is that alright?" she nods eagerly and cautiously climbs on my bike after me. I look over to the boys who were already at their cars. Cory seemed to be glaring at Nathaniel while Stitch just sat there in confusion.

"Come on you lot! I don't have all night!" and with that I drove off to the place that's next to the very person who hates me, the place the police had me moved to, 129 Crimson Creek Avenue, My Home.