Chapter Four: The Girl With Emerald Eyes

In chapter two I mentioned a girl that seems familiar to Panic, well, now we get to meet her one on one. This is a fun chapter. I'm having a hard time thinking of major points and chapter names but I had the same issue in "A Girl Named Panic" so it's nothing to be worried about. Also, I'm gonna have some fun guest characters in this series. Leave me comments and be sure to follow this story!

I'm officially known as the straight A student, in other words, I'm the school nerd. No one would dare bully me now because everyone knows I'm the daughter of the billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark but still. People part from the hallways center and back against their lockers as I approach.

I turn a corner and see something that really pisses me off. A tall blond haired boy in a letter-mans jacket and his other football playing friend had shoved the girl I saw a few days ago up against the yellow painted lockers.

Luckily for me, Nat had taught me some cool fighting moves before I officially started high school so I was ready if I needed to be. The blond haired boy leaned down and whispered something in her ear before raising his hand about to strike her. I put my thumb and index finger in my mouth, one on each wall and release a ear shattering whistle, catching all three pairs of eyes.

The girl looks up at me, lip curled slightly. Her face displays an emotion of... surprise, like she's shocked to see me, the daughter of Tony Stark, coming to her rescue. I flash my signature smirk and place my right hand on my hip and look at the boy's who've now backed away from the girl and are glaring daggers at me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I say, noticing the boy who tried to sneak up behind me. "Do one thing to me and I can have all three of you, not you," I nod to the girl, "shipped off to Mexico with one phone call."

"You're so big and bad with your billionaire father's money aren't you?" the blond asks. I give a low and harsh laugh before glaring at them.

"Since you like to make up tall tales how about I spread my own around. Would you like that? I'm sure more people will be inclined to believe me, wouldn't you agree?"

"Whoa, Panic wasn't it?" I nod. "No need to do anything hasty..." he says, voice quivering.

"Leave now and I may just spare your reputations" I say, my voice cold and sharp like my dad was when Fury told him about Steve Rogers disappearance. The girl looks at me, tugging a strand of messy black hair behind her ear. Her skin is pale and she looks almost like a ghost. She looks up, her emerald green eyes meeting mine. She has her arms bunched up close to her and she looks small and frail with high cheekbones.

"W-what is it that you require of me?" she asks, her voice soft and very polite.

"Huh? I'm not sure I understand..." I reply.

"You saved me," she says, looking at me, revealing her knee length black dress and green and black stripped leggings. "So you must require something from me otherwise you would have not intervened."

"I stepped in because I wanted to, not because I had to."

I hold a hand out to her and she steps back slightly, startled by my sudden motion. "I'm Panic."

She smiles ever so slightly but does shake my hand back. "Raven..."

"So Raven, who are you sitting with at lunch?"

She looks down at the checked tiles and shrugs. "No one, I-I don't have any friends."

"Then it's settled," I say cheerfully as Raven looks up at me confused. "You can sit with me!"

Her eyes widened as she began to rapidly shake her head. "No, if you're seen with me, your reputation will be shot."

"Well too bad for you because I don't give a damn about my reputation."

I take her wrist and lightly tug her behind me and into the crowded cafeteria. I stopped and looked around until I found an empty table and took a seat, forcing Raven to sit down beside me.

"Besides," I say, keeping the conversation alive. "Now one would dare mess with you if you're friends with the 'daughter of Tony Stark'" I add, rolling my eyes in top of it.

"Is that your official label?" she asks, a slight joking tone in her velvet voice.

"No." I shake my head, sadly. "That's the label everyone made up for me."

"So your not the girl the tabloids make you out to be?"

"Nope, I much nicer than that and I didn't grow up with my dad so I'm not a spoiled rotten brat like most people around here seem to think I am."

"Well, that excellent because I could not be friends with someone like that, so why is your name Panic? Seems like an odd name, not that I am judging or anything."

I smile, thinking about when my mom told me why she named me that. I'd asked because everyone at school teased me for having such a weird name and I came home in tears and shouted at her, asking why she gave me such an awful name.

"My mom, she's the person who raised me, named me Panic because, as she said, 'In life you will always be doomed to panic but if you embrace it, you can learn to let it go' at least that's what she told me."

That's exactly what I did. After mom told me that I learned to embrace my name and now I can't image having any other name. When I still hated my first name I considering going by Elyza, my middle name but then mom told me that and that's when I fell in love with my name. I haven't hated it since, and I've never told my dad that. I wonder what he'll name his new baby, the one he'll replace me with.

"So does this mean we're friends?" she asks, like the word is foreign.

"On one condition." She looks at me, sort of scared as I smile. "I get to call you Rae, only me!"

She laughs. "Deal."

"Deal, so what to see my place?" I ask, smirking at her.

So this may feel like a filler chapter and it sorta is but it also sorta isn't. I know this sounds weird but I've had this sequel somewhat planned when I was halfway through "A Girl Named Panic" but trust me, it's gonna be good. SO WHAT DO YOU ALL THINK HAPPENED TO STEVE ROGERS? Comment and let me know!