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Song for this chapter- Disasterology ~ Pierce The Veil

A month later...

New Friends Pt. I

~Lilly's POV~

I duck, swerve, and dodge every ball I can. I feel as though everyone is aiming at me. No! There is a big group of people all huddled in the corner. Anybody could hit them! A two year old can hit them. Why me? I am just one person.

Suddenly, I see a ball come twirling towards my head. I immediately duck, my hands holding my face for some reason. When I look up, the same people that could totally throw and hit the group of screaming annoying girls, are all aiming at me. As if I were the only one in the freaking gym. I turn and pick up a ball, my hands shaking with the fear of being hit and completely embarrassed in front of people I don't know. My eyes scan the crowd, I find, what I assume is a couple, giggling and kissing against the wall. I couldn't see who they were but I knew they were a couple.

I stick out my tongue in concentration, deciding whether or not I should actually throw the ball. Fuck it. I flick my wrist and before I knew it, the ball connected with the back of the guy's head. He turns around slowly and my heart jumps in my throat. "You have got be shitting me..." I say to myself when I see Jake's arm wrapped around Lindsay's small waist. If looks could kill, I would probably be dead...twice.

The minute Jake realizes I was the one that threw the ball, the look of hatred and anger vanished. I saw his chest rise slowly before he walked off. My eyes dart to Lindsay, her eyes glaring at me while her hands picked up the ball.

"Fuck me..." I say in complete shock at the odds that Lindsay would be the one to hit me with the ball. Like seriously, what are the fucking odds?

I stand there and wait my horrible embarrassing fate, my whole body shaking. Before she could throw the ball, a young girl steps in front of me. She seemed taller by a couple of inches and her hair was in bunches of curls.

She was in a defensive stance. I could see her muscles, very lean but big enough for me to see. "Go ahead." She laughed. Just then, another girl appeared right next to her. "Try to get through us."

The second girl is a little taller than the first. Her hair was a much lighter brown, and her body was slightly larger than the first. She looked way stronger. "Do it!"

I step back a little. Are people actually standing up for me? Are they actually intervening in...whatever this is? Thank God!

Lindsay's face turned red with anger and she threw the ball as hard as she could. It bounced and almost in the blink of an eye, the first girl grabbed it and tossed it to the next girl. The second girl does a quick leap and throws the ball so hard, it hits Lindsay square in the stomach in less than a second. Or at least it seemed like it.

They gave each other a quick high-five, before turning around and facing me. My heart starts to beat rapidly. Oh jeez...they're coming towards me.

I first girl looked really pretty. She had a round slim face with high cheek bones that were the slightest of pink. Her dark brown hair was curled as if she curled it in rows of curls. Her PE uniform outlined her curves poorly. You could totally see she had curves. She smiled at me. "You're welcome."

"Giselle... A little less attitude and a little more comforting." The second girl said. Her hair was very wavy, so long it covered her breast, which were on the larger side. She had a long oval shaped slightly pale face. "What's your name?"

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I immediately close it and blush quickly cover my cheeks.

The girl named Giselle walks up to me. "You're new right? S'ok to be shy. I've been new like three times..." She holds out her hand. "I'm Giselle."

The second girl suddenly laughed, "But you can call her Jizz."

Giselle's hand connected with the girls shoulder. "God damnit Sabrina." She laughed, playfully rolling her eyes.

"I'm Sabrina." Sabrina smiled sweetly. "And I don't like Lindsay because she's a bitch and you don't need her shit."

I nod to both of them. These two girls are in my PE class. They hang out with three other people. I never had the courage to actually go up to them. Especially Giselle. Her loud, obnoxious attitude is very pleasant-which is ironic-and very intimidating. Sabrina also had an attitude, but she had was of being less intimidating. "Lilly..." I say softly.

"Lilly? Nice to meet you." Giselle said with a smile. She ran her fingers through her hair before she got hit with a ball. "Oof!" She said before falling to the floor.

I look up and find a boy with his fists in the air, laughing. "Haha! Bitch!" He yelled.

Giselle gets up with a grin on her face. "Cello!" She yelled.

This so call Cello stomps over to Giselle and gets right in her face. "What are you gonna do bitch? Huh? What!"

I look at both of them. Bickering back and forth, my heart pounding, thinking that they're actually fighting until they both started to laugh. Giselle draped an arm over the boy's shoulders and led him towards me. "Cello this is the new girl you wanted to talk to but never had the balls to actually say 'hi'." Giselle chuckles.

Cello pushes Giselle away, "Fuck you." He laughed, then came up to me. "I'm Cello. And these bitches are sluts so don't pay attention to them." He said holding out his hand.

"Hey! What did I do?" Sabrina shrieked.

I chuckle a bit. Wow, they swear a lot huh?

Giselle comes up to me, pushing Cello away. "I get it, we're really loud and we cuss a lot. It's a lot to take in." She came closer. "Do you have anyone that you hand out with?"

"Yes...Sometimes..."

Giselle nods, I could tell she looks disappointed. "Oh, well whenever you want to hang out with us you could. Just let us know."

I nod...ugh. As if running didn't cause me to sweat enough. Now, I can't seem to stop. People make me nervous, and just talking to such confident people... I could just pass out. But somehow I gain control of my breathing and hide it perfectly.

Just when I think I'm okay, another girl runs up. "Guys, oh my gosh guys. Did you see me? I was just in the corner and no one hit me. Skills, bitches." This girl had jet black hair, just about shoulder length. She had a much rounder face and a little less cheek bone. Her make up was on-point, not a lot or it, but enough to make her eyes wide and perfect. She had slight lipstick on her full lips, and a nice tiny body. She was shorter than me. But only by a bit.

"Em, this is Lilly." Giselle said, pointing at me.

The girl looked at me and giggled. "Oh, hi." She said holding out her hand. "I'm Emily." She said holding out her perfectly manicured hand. I hesitantly took it. "I heard there was a new kid. I thought it was a boy. No offense, I'm not trying to say you look like a boy or anything like that. I'm just trying to say...well don't get me wrong you're really pretty but I wasn't-"

"Okay Emily, just shut that pretty little mouth before you make things worse." Giselle said, grabbing Emily's cheeks and squeezing them.

I giggle.

Just then the whistle blew, everyone turned and faced the PE teacher who screamed at the top of his lungs, "DISMISSED!" Everyone going in their own direction. Giselle stood next to me.

"Lilly...what kind of music are you into?" She asked. "I'm just trying to keep the conversation going."

I smile. "It's okay..." I nervously play with my hands. "Well, I listen to rock mostly."

Giselle nodded, "Me too. I listen to whatever I can dance to."

"You dance?" We both start to walk towards the girls locker room.

"Yeah, a little in the shower." She jokes, making me giggle.

"So do I..."

"I apologize in advance." She said with a rather serious smile.

"For what?"

Giselle sighs, shrugging slightly. "Well, me and my friends don't really care about what other people think of us. So, we tend to show our true colors by yelling and calling each other names. We don't mean any of it though. It's just for fun."

"I used to have friends like that." I say, rubbing my arms as we go up the stairs to the locker room. "But they're in California. And I am here."

"You used to live in California!" She suddenly wailed. She then quickly covered her mouth. "Sorry..." She mumbled. "You used to live in California?" Her voice just above a whisper.

I laughed. A genuine laugh. Which is quite odd for someone like me because. I don't normally laugh at someone I just met. It's just odd that I warm up to this person so quickly.

"I told you. It's something I can't seem to control." She snickered. "What's your next class?"

"Uh...English."

"Oh, well. I guess I'll see you lunch then right?" She hinted, making a face that seemed somewhat...hopeful.

I stay quiet for a couple seconds, "Yeah...You will."

Giselle's smile was of that of a small child. So happy. "Great!...I mean great."

"Okay..."I chuckled again.

"Bye." We both say before parting ways. I can't wipe this smile off my face. Even when I look up and see Lindsay just staring at me with flames in her eyes, I can't help but be happy. I am looking forward to this lunch with Giselle, and the rest of her loud friends. They seem to be very welcoming, and maybe a little bit on the judgmental...but who isn't once in a while. Why don't I just give them the benefit of the doubt? What could go wrong when you make new friends right?

Well hopefully nothing. I have this feeling that these are the only good people, besides April and Irma, in this whole good for nothing school.

~Lunch~

After making a quick run to my locker just to drop my stuff, I make my way to the lunch room. A suddenly feeling of wanting to...relieve myself of my gross bodily fluids. My eyes scan for a bathroom. Wow, I really need to tell my mom that my eyes need to be tested. I have to squint in order to see if I'm going in the girls bathroom and not the guys.

Once I get in the right bathroom, I ignore the smell of it and the disgusting look of it and go into the biggest stall. Thank god no one is here. I can't pee in public, I feel like people are judging me just by listening to my pee.

When I was finished, I cleaned myself and just when I was about to flush, I hear a familiar laugh coming in the bathroom. Jesus, it feels like me and Lindsay are the only ones in this whole school.

I hear her along with about two other people. Their giggles sound high-pitch, reminding me of nails on a chalkboard.

"Yeah, so then I said she should really fix her make up. She looks like Micheal Jackson with that type of blush." Lindsay cackled horrifically.

"Well you were right about that." Another girl said.

How can people be so cruel? Now, me personally I would have been flattered if someone compared me to Micheal Jackson. The king of pop. Come on, who wouldn't... Okay a lot wouldn't but that's just me.

"So anyways Linds, how is that beef you and the new girl?" One girl squeaks.

I hear Lindsay sigh, "I honestly don't like her. I feel like she's trying to ruin my life. Jake will not stop talking about her though. Sometimes when I complain about her he defends her. Like what the fuck?"

Defending me? I peak through the small space between the door and the rest of the stall. I see Lindsay fixing her make up in the mirror while her slaves stand behind her and just stare. One catches my attention. I feel like I know her from somewhere. I only see the side of her feminine face, and her black hair... Black hair?

She finally talks, "Well, she does seem like a nice person."

Lindsay turns, "Don't you dare defend her."

"I'm not I'm just saying, you can't judge people right- You know what, never mind... Go ahead." She says quickly. I can tell she's scared of Lindsay. But Lindsay is a chihuahua. All bark, no bite. And she only picks on people who she knows won't bite back.

With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, Lindsay turns and continues to put on her blush. "I don't need to know her to know what kind of girl she is. She's that girl with daddy and mommy troubles." Well, she's half right. "Telling people about her life just so everyone could feel sorry for her. Listens to devil music...ugh, it's annoying."

Suddenly the girl with the black hair storms out of the bathroom.

"She overreacts to everything. You don't see me complaining about my life. And it's hard. My mom and dad were fighting with me last night." She stopped applying the make up. "Telling me Jake's family is a horrible one and that I should find someone better. But you don't see me bringing that to school. Besides, what problems does she go through that makes her life so bad?"

Ugh, I really want to hit her. Just smack her in the face and scream at her to stop. She shouldn't compare her little problems to other people's problems. She just...

My heart pounds as I think of what I should do. And when I finally have the courage, I flush the toilet and exit the stall. Lindsay and her friend stare at me.

"Speak of the devil...We were just talking about you. Didn't realize you were also a eavesdropper." Lindsay begins to put her stuff away, all the while smirking at me. As if she won some battle.

I look down at my hands, they're shaking like crazy. I know what to do. I know what to say. But how?

"Um, hello? Shaky...are you just going to stand there? You are crazy." Lindsay grabbed her stuff and began to walk.

"I'm sorry..." I say quietly, softly.

"What?" Lindsay growled through gritted teeth, slowly turning around.

I cleared my throat. "I s-said...I'm sorry."

Lindsay scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay? Look, I don't know who you think you are, but I do not take shit from anybody okay?" She begins to walk closer to me. By the time we're chest to...well, big boobs...she is ready to fight, I can sense it.

I look at her as she towers over me. "We all have struggles to face..." I say my voice above a whisper. "And if you do I'm sorry. But you shouldn't-"

"You shouldn't tell me what to do about my life, bitch." She said slightly pushing me.

My heart is pounding faster, and try with all my might to control my breathing. "Don't judge people Lindsay. Because you could be adding more to their problems."

"I don't care about your problems." She spits.

"I know... But you shouldn't..." I sigh. We're getting nowhere with this and...I am starting to regret this decision. I am not going to use my life as an excuse to just send this girl trouble. No... She doesn't need to know anything about me. But she should know this. "I'm sorry Lindsay, if you felt l-like...I was trying to ruin your life... Because that's not what I am trying to do. You can hate me all you want b-but...please don't act like you know me."

Lindsay backs up a little.

"I'm sorry..." I say, before circling around her, and exiting the bathroom.

~After School~

After having a really good lunch filled with laughter and smiles, I got to meet new and loud people. People that told me I could be myself around them and they wouldn't judge... So that's what I did. I was myself. No holding back, no hiding. Nothing I was finally me. Not I wasn't me with April, but I did hide a bit of me.

Now that I'm walking home, I can actually keep a smile on my face.

Memories...

I have good memories. I finally have good memories to think about whenever I feel down, which is more often then not.

I like this school. Out of all the ones I've been to this one has to be top three. Maybe even top two. So much friendly people, it's like I'm back home... More like this is my home. I have always considered my friends closer to me than my family. Only because I live with my mom and her boyfriend...that's nothing really. I feel as though you can tell your friends things you would never say to your parents. Yes, my mother did give birth to me and my father...raised me for an unfortunately short time but...there is always something that connects me with my friends.

I don't know if I can even call them my friends, since I just met them. They are more like...acquaintances. Really good acquaintances...

They were nothing but laughs and smiles. There was a whole group of people, all loud and care free... And yet, I felt completely comfortable around them.

There was Giselle-I really liked her. She was very easy to talk to and very funny. Then there was Sabrina-a very loud, very proud hockey fan. Then Cello, who was just plain loud. There were more, but those were the people that stood out more than anyone else. I either didn't notice other people, or forgot their names...Its a curse of mine.

Besides me forgetting people's names, today was a good day.

Extremely good day. One of the best.

Imagine my surprise, when an arm comes out of no where and wraps around my neck. Before I was able to scream, another hand came and clamped over my mouth, covering my scream. The hand around my neck starts to pat my pockets, both front and back. Then, I felt myself being pulled into an ally way, where it seems like there was no visible light. Just perfect.

"Do you have any money?" A rough groggy voice that smelt of liquor whispered harshly in my ear. I shake my head and mumble, continuing to walk walk backwards. "Do you have anything valuable? Like a phone or jewelry?" Again I shake my head and mumble, my eyes wide with fear. We suddenly stop. "You're kidding right? So this was all for nothing, huh?" He growled in frustration.

He pushed me away from him, but before I could run away, he grabs my bag and dumps everything out of it. My notebook, homework, pencils and pens, and a couple coins fall out of my bag. "75 cents...?" He growls, squeezing my bag in irritation. "You're telling me you're a teenager, coming out of high school doesn't even have a freaking phone? And all you have is 75 cents!" He throws me my bag. All this time, I could not even see what the outline of the man looked like. Tears of fear stung my eyes, but I refuse to let this man see weakness. I refuse.

"Take off your shirt." He orders.

"No!" I yell. Is this guy serious?

I hear a flick of something and when I look down, there is a small pocket knife pointed at me. "Take off your shirt."

What's he gonna do? Poke me? "I said no!" I turn to run. Why am I staying in the first place?

But before I could do anything, the man grabs the waist of my pants, pulling me back then wrapping an arm around my waist and holding that small knife to my neck. It suddenly felt bigger against my trembling skin.

"You have two choices little girl... One, you take off your shirt. Or two, you leave and I follow you around school and home and wait till you give me what I want." He threatens.

My mind starts going through it's own options. I either cause as much pain to this guy by hitting his dick most likely. Or scream. Scream at the top of my lungs and try to get someone to help me.

Since the pocket knife is touching something vital, I decide to scream as loud as I can. I scream and scream and scream until my throat stung and my lungs were out of air.

Again, this guy pushes me. This time I fall and land on all fours. Mostly my knees.

In that brief moment, my mind runs through an option that maybe this guy doesn't know what in the world he's doing. I honestly think he doesn't want to kill me. He's been pushing me toward a way out which is rule number one. Make sure your victim can't escape. And he's pushing me towards the exit. This man doesn't want to kill me. He's probably desperate for money because he wasted his on booze. He doesn't want to hurt me. But that doesn't give me the right to fight back.

I began to crawl, still screaming. The desperate and annoyingly persistent man grabs my feet and pulls me back towards him.

Now, it's go time.

I kick his hands off and crawl away. I finally am able to stand on my own two feet and I'm able to run out of the ally. I never ran like that in P.E.

I stop when I hear the sound of punches being thrown. I think I heard four...or three. My adrenaline made my ears ring. I turn slowly. It wasn't until this time I felt my heart pound in my throat. Suddenly my feet began to lead me back to where this man nearly assaulted me. Why! WHY!

My bag...I need my bag.

Your bag? Why? It's just a stupid bag!

But my homework...I need my homework.

You could die and you're worried about your freaking homework!

As my unconscious side and my conscious side fight with each other, I am stuck walking closer and closer to my final destination. I look on the ground in shock... My bag is gone. Down to the freaking 75 cents I was going to use to buy a pop-tart. Frustration grows into full out anger. "Fuck!" I yell. That bastard stole my shit... He even stole my pencils!

"Ahem..." I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

I turn with a slight jump. When I look, I see someone handing me my own bag. I slowly grab it and look up at two brown eyes, towering over me. "Th-thank...you so much." I say after a small silence.

"Oh, you're very welcome. Are you hurt?" This man...didn't sound like a man. He sounded like a young boy. A teenager.

"Bumps...nothing I can't walk off." I smile. "Can I ask your name?"

"Um...well you can. But I don't think I can give you an answer."

I shrug. "Understandable." After another small silence I ask, "Can I see you? I can't thank my hero properly if I can't see you..." My hero? Um...

"I don't think I can-"

"Ooh tell her I'm Mikey. Tell her I'm Mikey." A pair of blue eyes said, coming from behind brown eyes. "Hi, I'm Mikey."

A groan, "That's Mikey."

"Can we show ourselves to her? Can we show ourselves please!" Blue eyes begged again. "Maybe she's nice. Maybe she won't scream. Maybe she'll get used to us like April."

My eyes widen with curiosity. "April? April who?"

Brown eyes avoid mine. "I'm not sure we can give you that information."

"Mikey, your so pushy, you're gonna scare her. Let's just bail." Said another voice. I turn to see yet another pair of, this time, green eyes

Okay, how many pairs of eyes are going to be surrounded by darkness.

"What's your name?" Blue eyes asked.

"Lillian."

"Can I have your hand?" Blue eyes asked. I looked back and forth between brown eyes and...Mickey? "Don't be scared. Just give me your hand." I see something come out of the darkness and my eyes widen when fear fills my heart when I see a big, green three fingered hand. Then as quickly as it came, it left.

I back away slowly, and stare at brown eyes. "We have to go." He said, then vanished. I don't know where, but...I honestly was to scared to find out.

I turn and run out of the ally. I know where I'm running to, and I have never ran this fast. My feet were moving faster than my mind was racing. What were those things...? My mind had now clue. But all I know is that I could not get to April's house faster.

So, yes or no? She met them but will she accept them? Maybe, maybe not... But...I want to hear from you. Suggestions? Questions? Comments? Please fill free to type them and I will answer back. For sure! Or if you're shy, just follow or favorite and I will still give you a shout out. BTW, ignore the mistakes if any...I didn't check over this...like the others...bye =)