ghost of a goner : a name to forget – chapter two
I walked out of the history classroom with Lydia placed by my side, telling me that my next class, which was English, was going to be spent with Stiles.
"Should I be worried about being in that class with him?" I mocked as I walked down the hallway, laughing slightly.
"Underneath all of that nerd and awkward is an actual person. I know it's a surprise, but give him a chance to show you." She told me as she bumped my shoulder in a friendly way before heading down the hallway to go to her next class.
I walked into the English classroom to find that Stiles had yet to appear, with only a minute before the class would begin.
I walked over to an empty seat to sit down when I saw a guy make his way from a desk that he was previously in to the desk that was next to me that was completely empty.
"So, I heard that you are the new girl." He said to me as he went to sit down in the seat next to me, smirking down at me.
"Huh, what gave you that idea," I questioned as I leaned forward on my desk, smiling slightly at the boy. "The fact that you have never seen me before, or that your friend just told you the, and I quote, 'cute new girl is in this class?'"
Half of the classroom heard what I had said, laughing to themselves, which made the guy stand up from the desk and take his stuff with him back to his friend.
In all of the commotion, I didn't realize that Stiles had took the seat next to me until the bell had rung, and the teacher had shut the door.
The teacher looked through her attendance sheet before she stopped at me, raising the sheet to find a small paper tucked underneath the third sheet.
"You must be Lynneseigh Faeyrouce," She attempted to pronounce my entire name, me cringing as she read my full first name. "Is the pronunciation correct, or did I butcher it like I always did with the new students?"
I bite my bottom lip as I slide down into my seat, not happy that she decided to share my full first name with the class, but, as I already knew, she didn't know that I preferred her to use my nickname instead of my full first name.
"Everyone usually just calls me Lynne, so you can do that to, and, as for the pronunciation, you did just fine." I told her as I pushed my head into my left arm, putting my head on the desk as I continued to look up at her.
"Great, great," She whispered to herself as she put the attendance sheet back onto her desk. "I like to use nicknames a whole lot more."
She turned back to her desk, picking up a small piece of paper before she turned her focus onto the chalkboard, picking up a piece of chalk from the tray so that she could begin to explain how this year of English would go about.
A crumpled up piece of notebook paper landed on my desk the second the English teacher had her back turned onto the chalkboard.
My fingers crept towards the paper, flipping it open to reveal messy handwriting that could only belong to a certain Stiles Stilinski.
"I didn't know your first name was Lyndsey?"
I smiled at the wrong form of my name, and picked up my pencil so that I could write back to him, "My name is actually Lynneseigh, and that's because I didn't want you to know. I didn't want anyone to know, so, please, don't tell the others?"
He sighed once he found that he spelled my first name wrong, him starting to write back onto the notebook paper with his pen when the teacher cleared her throat, looking at him while he looked up at her, him sliding the piece of notebook paper back into his notebook.
"Thank you, Mr. Stilinski." She said to him before she turned around, back to what she was previously doing before she was distracted from her teaching job.
It was near lunch time, and I was stuck in math with no one that I knew, so it was safe to say that it pretty much sucked the entire time that I was in the math classroom.
When the bell rung to announce that the class was over, I was one of the first to leave, heading to the cafeteria where I assumed everyone that I had met would be eating, but was left with nothing as I scanned the entire cafeteria to not see a single familiar face.
Sighing, I went to turn around to continue my search when I bumped into someone's figure, me instantly apologizing before I saw that it was Liam, the freshman that I had met this morning that I had only said very few words to.
"Oh, my god," I whispered to myself as I started to back away from him, looking up to him as I tilted my head, asking, "You're Liam, right?"
"Yeah, that's me. We're waiting for you outside." He informed me before he turned towards the exit doors at the end of the hallway, assuming that I would have the common sense to follow him, which I absolutely did.
And that was when I noticed that I hadn't called my mother, or my step father, today to let them know how everything was going, causing me to shout down to Liam these few words, "I have to take care of something first."
He slowly nodded his head before he said, "We will be at the table closest to the doors when you come out."
I tossed him a thumbs up with my left hand as I started to take my phone out of my leather jacket pocket, heading down the hallway a little ways to talk in peace as the cafeteria was extremely loud, and my mother most likely would not be able to hear a word that I would be saying to her.
I dialed her number, and waited for her to pick up, which soon caused me to pace in the hallway, walking up a little ways, and back a little ways, before I heard my mother's voice answer my phone call with, "Is everything alright, Lynne?"
"Yeah, yeah. Everything is completely fine. I just wanted to fill you in while I still have the time to do so." I replied as I started to play with my light blue hair, staring at the strands that I kept pulling in order to calm my problem with calling people.
"Have you met any new people today other than that kid from yesterday?" She questioned me, waiting on my answer as I decided to tell her about the group of people that I met within the first twenty minutes that I was at the school.
"Yeah. I ended up meeting a couple of people. Maybe I'll get to know them a little more if we end up staying long enough for me to do so, because you seem to like the idea of just packing up my entire life and moving me away from all of my friends."
I knew that I was being cold, but I was still really pissed from her taking me away from everything that I knew.
The town I used to live in was where I knew anything at all, and, even though we moved around a few times, we always ended back up in the place where it all began.
I wasn't too upset at being moved around in a small area, but my mother took me away from everything that I knew, and I wasn't too pleased with her ever since she did.
"You know that this wasn't just a 'spur of the moment' type thing. I wanted to do this, and, to be honest, I think that these 'new friends' are going to be better for you than your old friends were." She told me, not expecting me to almost choke when she said those words.
"Y – you didn't like my old friends? The only friends that I have ever known? And you didn't like them." I was beyond pissed right now, and I was taking it all out on my mother.
"You didn't have to like them. They weren't your friends. They were mine, and they were good enough.
"When you weren't there, they were, and when you had to go off to work at eleven at night, my best friend would come over to keep me company because even she understood how much being all on my own in the middle of the night terrifies me.
"They were always there when you weren't that they almost were like my parents.
"They took care of me when you didn't. They were there for me when you weren't, and you took them all away.
"I didn't want to fight with you. This was not the reason that I called you, but I ended up letting it all out, and I am not sorry.
"I will see you when school ends, mother." I ended up hanging up on her without feeling an ounce of regret.
I placed my phone into my leather jacket pocket, and turned towards the exit doors at the end of the hallway.
If anyone was listening to that, they would know not to talk to me right now, and so, that is the reason why I am not going to yell at anyone that I have met, because they didn't know what had just happened, and, so, yelling at them was not a fair game.
I pushed open one of the exit doors to find that Liam had informed me correctly, with the group of people sitting at the table that was closest to the door.
"Sorry about that," I apologized as I sat in the only empty seat at the table. "I had to call someone before lunch ended."
It was almost deadly quiet at the table before I sat down, so I was surprised when I heard Stiles open his mouth.
"Lunch ends in about thirteen minutes." It wasn't really that much, but it just about broke the very thin ice that was layering the silence that was at the table.
I turned to Lydia as I watched her open her mouth to no doubt correct Stiles on his time.
"We actually have twelve minutes and thirty seven seconds until lunch ends, but who's counting?" I could tell under her cluelessness that she had a brain, and she was using it a whole lot more than she used to when high school started.
I could almost feel the typical popular girl vibe that she was wearing when she first started high school, and how much she has changed since she has been in high school.
"How are all your classes going so far?" Kira ended up bringing up something that I could actually talk to her about.
"Math really sucked, because it's so hard that I don't understand anything that the teacher is saying, but, other than that it has all been really good so far." I told her, not focusing on the look that Malia was giving me at the moment.
I would have never noticed her attitude if she hadn't started to speak with this on her tongue: "You should give your mom a chance, you know?"
I turned my head towards her, completely confused on what she was talking about.
"Give my mom a chance for what?"
Everyone at the table suddenly grew quiet again, and it seemed as if they were all staring at Malia with a deep, deep hatred, to which she fixed with, "You just seem like the type who gets mad at their mom a whole lot."
I looked back down at the table, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I let out, "I do?"
"Well, I don't really have a mom anymore, so it might be because of that, that I can tell how your connection with your mom is." She said, making everyone at the table let out a small sigh of relief, me completely missing it.
"I'm sorry," I said, watching her tilt her head in confusion, to which I answered for her with, "About your mom. I kind of know how it feels, and it kind of really sucks."
She looked at me dead on, before letting out, "I'm going to go get some lunch. Lynne, you want to come with me," as she stood up from the table, grabbing her bag as she turned towards the doors.
"Yeah, yeah." I smiled to myself as I stood from the table, happy that I was finally making some type of relationship with Malia.
"So," I was walking through the hallway to the cafeteria when Malia started to talk to me. "What happened to your dad?"
"How did you know it was my dad?" I questioned her as I turned down to the cafeteria.
"It's either you lost your mom, or your dad, and, since you were just talking about your mom, I took a guess." She told me as we walked to the lunch line, standing behind a few other kids.
"I don't really remember what happened. I just remember my mom waking me up in the middle of the night, screaming to me that my dad was missing." I told her as I started to recall the night when my mom was trying to phone the police.
"What happened after that?" She seemed to actually start to care, her picking up a sandwich from the offerings of lunch.
I looked around at what the lunch staff had to offer, and decided to not buy anything.
"My mom finally was able to reach the police, who replied to her that it had to be at least a good forty eight hours that he wasn't around.
"She called the sheriff, who I believed to be recently transferred to the department, a, "fucking bastard," before she hung up on him.
"And then we both waited for the forty eight hours, praying that he would come, and, when he never showed up, my mom called the police back, demanding to speak with the sheriff.
"The investigation only lasted an hour or two before they found out that he had left my mom and me.
"There was a letter addressed to my mom next to her computer, saying how he was so sorry for leaving both of us alone. He wrote that he couldn't take the constant complaining and fighting that my mom tossed at him.
"And, so, he left. He left my mom to do everything on her own, and me, a four year old baby, to try to take care of myself.
"When my mom was working, I was all on my own at my house, doing almost everything that a four year old could possibly do to actually stay alive.
"She ended up meeting her boyfriend, who is now her husband, when I was nine, and he ended up staying for quite some time.
"They ended up getting married about two or three months ago, which completely screwed me over, but me complaining about it isn't going to change anything.
"The last time that I saw my father was thirteen years ago, and, even then, I really don't remember anything about him." By now, after I had finished my story, we were both standing at the exit doors, her looking really sad at my story.
"Well, my little sister and my mom died in a car accident that I was in, so I can kind of relate to you." Malia told me before we both opened up the doors, stepping out into the fresh air where we resumed our walk away from the school building.
We both started to head on over to the table where everyone was at before she placed her hand on my chest, stopping me.
"If you need to talk, and I usually am never this open, I'll be here. I mean, I am the only one who can kind of know what you are feeling right now, so I can spare a minute, or two, to talk to you if you really need to."
Her voice was laced with concern, and I softly nodded my head, landing a small smile on my face as I motioned over to the table.
She turned around to the table, sitting next to Stiles in her old seat as I took the free space next to Scott, smiling at the people that were now my friends.
It was only fifteen more minutes until the bell would ring, telling me that the first day at school is officially over.
"Miss Faeyrouce, I understand you are new to this school, but we do not sleep in this class," I looked over to the teacher to find him staring at me, along with the entire class. "And, since it is the first day of school, you get a warning, but only this time."
I slowly started to descend closer to the floor, hoping that the teacher wouldn't see me doing so.
I attempted to pay attention for the last fifteen minutes until the bell rung, indicating that the school day was over.
Throwing my bag over my right shoulder, I took my things off of my desk, and headed out of the classroom.
The second that I was in the hallway, a hand touched down on my shoulder, and pushed me into the direction of the exit doors, me looking at the hand to find that it was Stiles pushing me to the exit of the school building.
"Hey, hey, woah, woah, woah," I shouted to him as I skidded to a complete stop just outside of the exit doors. "Where are you taking me, Stiles?"
"Who's picking you up today?" He quickly asked me, like he didn't have all of the time in the world to ask me.
"I think my mom. I mean, I am hoping she is picking me up because she is kind of my only way to get home." I answered him as I side stepped him, opening one of the exit doors and heading out into the nice summer like breeze.
"Good," I heard Stiles whisper under his breath before he followed me out of the exit door. "That's very good."
"Why," I questioned as I scanned the parking lot for my mother, finding that had not arrived yet before I turned around to face him. "Is there something that you needed?"
"No, no, no, no, no. I was going to offer to take you home if you didn't have anyone else to pick you up, but, clearly you do, so – hey, you've got yourself a way to get home." He rambled on and on before stopping at his last few words.
"Stiles? Stil – " I stopped to find him heading in the direction of Scott, along with a few of my other so called friends.
"Lynne," I heard a voice call out, causing me to turn to find that it was my mother, who was stepping out of her vehicle to walk over to me, a smile on her face as she did so. "How was your first day at Beacon Hills High School?"
I walked straight past her, saying, "It was okay, mom," as I opened the passenger door of the vehicle, tossing my bag into the back seat as I slipped in, grabbing the seatbelt on my way as I settled back into the passenger seat.
My mother nodded slightly to herself before she headed over to the vehicle. She opened up the driver's door before she made a move to sit on the driver's seat, her closing her vehicle door as she did so.
She turned to put on her seatbelt before she stopped in the middle of the process, her turning her head to me as a single tear ran down her cheek, making me instantly ask the one question that I wouldn't think that I would have been asking her today.
"What's wrong?"
She carried on with buckling her seatbelt, moving forward to start the vehicle until she noticed my hand land on her wrist, preventing her from doing so.
She slightly sighed before she dropped the vehicle keys into her our lap, turning to me the best that she could before she said, "I just miss everyone we left. I never would have thought that I would miss them quite like this."
"Mom," I laughed slightly as I heard why she was crying, me dropping my hold on her wrist as I said, "It's okay to miss everyone. I do, too, and I'm sorry if I made you feel like this because of what happened at lunch."
"No, no, no, no, no, sweetheart, honey, no." She told me as she put her right hand on my left shoulder, squeezing it slightly before she moved to pick up the vehicle keys that were dropped into her lap, moving to start the vehicle.
"Okay," I whispered to myself, more than her, and leaned back into my seat. "Okay."
I heard the small sound of knocking on my bedroom door, causing me to stop scrolling on my laptop so that I could call out, "The door is open."
After a few seconds of no one entering, I heard the knocking begin again, causing me to push my laptop off of me.
I stood up, away from my bed, and called out louder, "I said, 'The door is open.'"
The knocking, once again, stopped for only a few seconds before it started once again, causing me to walk over towards the door in great frustration.
"The door is op – " I started to shout as I grasped onto the door handle, turning it slightly so that I could open the door, finding that there was no one standing there. "Open."
The knocking on my bedroom door had stopped, the only sound being my heavy breathing as I slowly realized that no one had been standing there, knocking on my bedroom door.
I softly shut my bedroom door before I turned back towards my bed, hurrying to my phone so that I could text my mother.
"Is anyone home besides myself?"
It seemed to be days before she replied to me, a small, "No," confirming my fears.
My heart was pounding, and I knew there was really only one thing that I could do.
I scrolled down until I got to the desired name that I had wanted, clicking on it as I waited for someone to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey, um, Liam, it's Lynne. So, I know that we have only exchanged a few words with each other, but I wanted to know if you had anything to do right now?" I swear that my fear was being felt through the phone, me doing my best to keep my voice steady.
"I actually am busy right now. Can I stop by tomorrow, or something?" He sounded like he was in the middle of running by the way his voice sounded out of breath.
"Oh, um, yeah, yeah," I blinked a few times as I looked on over towards the door, continuing my conversation with Liam. "That's, um, yeah, that's okay. Sorry for bothering you."
"Hey, um, Stiles is here, too, if you want to talk to him. I know it's not the same as being over there, but he's really good at calming people down, if you want." I started to think over his suggestion, nodding to myself slightly.
"Yeah, yeah. Please, put him on?" I asked him as I started to sit down on my bed, feeling my heart speed up as I kept both of my eyes on my bedroom door in fear.
"Yeah, hello?" I knew it was Stiles by the way his voice kind of hesitated when he answered, clearly not expecting that I would be calling, Liam of all people to call, to have him give his phone on over to Stiles.
"Hey, um, are you going to be busy all night, because something strange just happened, and, you know, it might just be me, but I really don't want to take any chances." I bit down on my bottom lip in hopes that he would say, "Yes."
"I actually am in the middle of a thing, so – "
"Oh, right, right, right, right. Liam told me you both were doing something right now. I'm sorry." I could not apologize enough for thinking that he had the time to rush on over to me when I was being a big baby about all of this.
"No, no. Um, I could stop by after we're done if you want me to?" He offered, but I knew that he really just wanted to go home to rest after he was done doing whatever he was doing.
"No, you go home when you're done. My mom's going to be home in half an hour, so, yeah, um, I'll be fine." I told him, trying to reassure him that I was only complaining over nothing.
"If you need me, for anything at all, you can call me. I can't promise that I will drop everything to run to you, but I can promise that I will try my best to make it to you." His proposition sounded sincere, and I breathed out slightly at his words.
"That would be just great, Stiles. Thank you for this, and thank Liam, too, when you hang up, alright?" I was no longer breathing heavily over the door incident, now only taking smaller breaths as I talked to Stiles, a feeling of reassurance washing over me.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. Good night, Lynne." He told me, which made me reply to him with, "Good night, Stiles," before I hung up the phone, holding it close to my chest as I stared at the door, expecting the knocking to start up once again.
