I Knew I Loved You

Chapter 1: Life Changing Opportunities

A/N: Yes I know I have many other fanfics to update, but I had to get this story down. Those all will be update within the next 2 weeks except for Is It a Love out of Reach which is currently on hiatus. I have to finish some songs for my school talent show, and I have to focus on my studies and finals. Hope you guys stick with me even if I go long periods without updating this story and any of my stories. Hope you like the new story. And I came up with Loren's principal's name didn't remember the name of the one in the show.

Loren's P.O.V.

"In order to reach the sufficient funds needed to get into Brown you need to do community service. That will exceed the maximum amount and they'll surely accept you in their school." Mr. Santiago said curtly. My mouth wanted to let out a frustrated sigh of stress, but then I figured there was no harm in helping out people in need. My legs crossed diagonally over my stomach, and as the same for my legs. I ran a hand through my air impatiently waiting for his next response. Silence filled the air immensely, and neither of us said a word.

"So where exactly do I have to volunteer at?" I asked skeptically. My thin eyebrows slight furrowing together.

"Well the local homeless shelter will surely bring up those credits, so I suggest you volunteer there. You start tomorrow." He said briskly, while letting spit come from his mouth as he exaggerates his words. I swiped away the unwanted spit and threw it off my hand in a fly.

"So what time do I have to be there tomorrow?"

"Right after school. Now Ms. Tate this is your last year here at this high school, and I recommend you volunteer at the shelter if you want to get into Brown. You only have to serve food and basically talk to the kids and parents there trying to help them out. Does that sound like a plan?" He said while having a trace of a smile plastered on his face.

"It sounds like a plan. I'll be there tomorrow." I smiled widely, and sprung up from my seat in his leather embellished chairs. My heart jumped up and down in joy, grateful for the opportunity provided. I could actually have my dreams come true. I could finally make my Mom proud of me. I hopped happily out of his stuffy office and skidded along the hallways. I needed to tell Melissa about everything. My thoughts and excitement where contained inside my head for the time being, and I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Helping people is one of my favorite things to do. I love seeing smile on people's faces knowing I put them there. My cheeks burned a bright infused red, while there were endless possibilities and outcomes awaiting me. I didn't know someone from my past was going to magically appear there. I had not the slightest clue what I had in store for me. I finally reached my lockers right next to Mel's after hopping down the hallways speedily, my feet densely tapping against the marble floor. I automatically clutched Mel's shirt tightly as soon as I saw her dark brown vivacious locks.

"Mel guess who's getting a chance to go to her dream school. Can you guess who?" I exclaimed impatiently waiting her response, while happiness belated me. Mel bit back a humorous laugh, and let a wide grin appear on the hemisphere of her face.

"I'm guessing by you over enthusiasm it's none other than Ms. Tate. So what exactly did Mr. Santiago say to you?"

"As long as I volunteer at the local homeless shelter I could exceed enough credits to get into Brown. I just need to do that one simple thing, and I'll get a guaranteed spot there." I enflamed with joy, and couldn't contain all my hidden smiles no longer. Mel heedlessly pulled me in for a hug, and patted me on the back gently.

"I'm so proud of you Loren, and I'm happy for you. After all that you've done you definitely deserve it. Your Mom will surely be proud of you, and if your Dad was still here I'm pretty sure he'd be proud of you too."

"Thanks Mel. And let's not get on the topic of my Dad, that's a subject left untouched. After he just left me and my Mom fending for ourselves I don't care about him anymore. Seeing he has little care for me." She looked at me apologetically, and immediately regretted her choice of words.

"Sorry about that Lo."

"It's okay." I said simply, hiding the pain within my tone. Nothing was okay. I'm not okay, but I will always play it off as I am happy. My heart ached for a father figure back in my life, but I didn't want to wish for something obviously not meant to come to reality. I'm tired of disappointment running a constant pattern in my life. It's time that I help myself.

Eddie's P.O.V.

I effortlessly tugged on my tethered, ripped, and dirty brown shirt. I bowed my head down avoiding contact with any other people in the room. My eyes clouded with tears, and I had little hope in finding a way out of this hell. My heart yearned for my normal life again, but faith had no intentions of returning it to me. I rubbed the still noticeable scar on my forehead, and winced at the painful memory. I felt the physical feeling of heartache find me, and there all my happiness washed away. I want to be normal again. I want to get out and see the world with my own two eyes. I only know the sight of those white brick tainted walls filled with muck and other unknown substances. The walls that keep me away from the real world. The wall that hold me, and captivate me in this hell. My mind trailed back to the thought of the day where my life was ruined. The day I lost myself. My lovely abode caught on fire one day when my Mom wasn't paying attention to the oven. We all barely made it out alive, and the only injury I endure was this still scar. The color turned from black to purple into instant seconds. I flinched in pain every time I touched it. Not because it was bruised, but because I didn't want to remember the past. I'm still stuck in that time. The time where everything in my life was great. The time where I was happy. Smiles can no longer last decent seconds. The only feeling I know is utter sadness. I'm broken. My mind's a mirage of dark thoughts. Hope nimbly fades away from mind. All my doubts proven to be correct.

Nothing last forever. Everything dies out. Unfortunately I couldn't face the reality settled in front of me. I wish I was stuck in a nightmare. I have to wake up from it all soon. This has to be a dream. This is not my life. I don't want it to be. Stuck in this homeless shelter wiped away of joy. Nutty people surround me, we barely get fed here, and my friends that I once had vanished. I had no one, except for my parents. I couldn't even look them in the eye. I felt guilty for all our misfortune. Is it my entire fault? I needed someone here for me. My parents are locked away in another part of the shelter and it's a rarity to see them anymore. It's just me, myself, and I. I go to sleep every night having the pain chew away at my heart. I look out the steel guarded window, and see nothing but grey. The sun wasn't delivering blazing streaks of orange as usual, but instead it was more eerie and grey. I could her rain droplets solemnly thud against the roof. And just like that they ran down the window. I traced my fingers over the patterns and wanted desperately to get out of here. I tapped on the glass aggressively and wished I could break free. My life's my own personal hell. I'm a mess. Screwed up emotionally, mentally, and physically. Tomorrow was the day that volunteers come into "help us", when they don't help us at all.

I let out a sigh of distress thinking about the despicable image of tomorrow. I didn't want to face the outsiders. I was embarrassed of myself. I missed the old days. I missed her. The girl I've always wanted back in my life.

Loren Tate.

So they meet in the next chapter, sorry if there is mistakes didn't have much time to edit. Hope you liked Next chapter up very soon.

Sincerely,

Bianca