A/N Alright people…Here's the second installment of SRL. Hope you enjoy… and mucho besitos to LilMissCena for reviewing… The more reviews I get, the faster the chapters will be up. So to the 25 other people that checked this one out let your self be known! Thank you! Enjoy!

Oh and I do know that the chapter is a little short, but I was just flowing with the ideas. Oh and the italics are flashbacks… on with the story!

Chapter 2

Does North Carolina have plastics?

The bell rang for the end of sixth period. The halls, which were empty a few seconds before, became filled with students rushing to make it to their next class. Most could make it in three, but the other two were used to go to your locker, to use the restroom or as everyone else used it; to gossip about the events that had just taken place. Dahlia walked through the crowd, hearing bits and pieces of the conversations. She knew they were about her, but they weren't mean words, they were in awe. She smiled to herself as she neared her locker remembering everything that had happened…

Dahlia moved of the lunch line, nearly losing her breakfast over the sight of the lunch that was being served. Note to self: pack own lunch thought the Latina as she inched her way off the line, grabbing a bottle of water and a bag of Skittles and heading towards the cashier.

Waiting on the line, she looked around, trying to find a place to sit. Brown eyes fell on her locker companion- Jeff- and she half smiled. She watched him talking to his friends; laughing every so often, green eyes gleaming. Her eyes moved down the table, finding Mickie and another girl she found oddly familiar. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she paid for her items and began to move off the line when two girls stopped her.

"Is it true?" one said. "Everyone's talking about how there's a new girl- from New York, walking around. So it's you, isn't it?"

"Yeah, that's me" Dahlia said, looking the speaker up and down, "An' you are?"

"Oh, I'm Ashley, and this is Maria." Ashley said; flicking her blonde hair out of her face, Dahlia noticing the blue streaks on the bottom.

"Dahlia" replied the Latina shortly. She really had no wish to stay around them longer than she had to. Just by looking at them, she could tell that they were little rich girls who basically ruled the school, or at least tried to She gave them a polite smile and turned away, noticing Mickie waving her over to her table. She was a few steps away when she heard Ashley calling out to her again.

"You'll realize that you'll have to weed through the trash in this school," Ashley said with a smile, glancing pointedly at Mickie's table, "Let me be the first to tell you."

Dahlia turned back and gave Ashley a half smile, "I think I'll be good by myself, thanks for the offer though" she said coolly.

Ashley's face didn't exactly turn red, but there was a light pink tinge in her cheeks.

"I'd be more careful if I were you, Dahlia," she said slowly, "You're in a new school in a state you've never been in, I don't think you'd want to mess with anybody… especially me."

"You don't want me to mess with you? That's rich. Maybe you should really try to be a better person, no body likes a bitch" snapped Dahlia as she turned away, opening her water bottle and taking a sip from it.

"You arrogant bitch!" growled Ashley as she grabbed the Latina's arm to swing her around. The water bottle slipped out of Dahlia's hand and splashed all over Ashley, soaking the blonde's hair and shirt.

"Oh… damn. I thought witches were supposed to melt," Dahlia laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder, "You should really get some towels, before the Crayola people can't fix your face anymore." And with that, Dahlia sat at Mickie and Jeff's table and turned to them.

"I can't believe you did that! I know everyone was thinking it but you actually did it! That was awesome!" Mickie said in hushed tones.

"I agree with Micks on the awesome part." Jeff agreed, reaching over and giving Dahlia a one-armed hug, stealing her Skittles bag in the process. Dahlia laughed and lightly smacked his arm, drawing a chuckle from him…

Dahlia smiled, reaching into her bag and glancing at the schedule. Dance class. The Latina smiled, grabbing a hair tie and hurrying off to class before the bell rang.