((decided to put two chapters up at once since my first chapter got a bunch of follows! please review and tell me what you think! this one is a little bit shorter than the last, only because i wrote it in sort of a rush. expect the next chapter within the next week! bye!))

Chapter Three

Stiles was working his way up the wall at a good pace, but Erica, however, struggled. She grunts as she pulls herself up to another rock. She's only half way up when Stiles slides back down and lands on the mat, done with the wall. Erica rests her head against the wall and takes deep breaths, frozen. Daisy gazes up at her and bites her lip muttering reassurances that she knows the blonde can't hear.

Scott looks over to the dancer, and Daisy returns his gaze with a raise eyebrow before looking back up at Erica. "Come on... You can do it..."

Erica begins to panic, breaths coming out short and she even looks like she's crying. The dancer is too worried to smile at Stiles' victory dance. She's starting to shake, and Stiles looks up. Daisy is one of the first to instinctively move forward, going from the back of the group to right behind the teacher.

"Erica!" Finstock calls up. "Is it Vertigo?"

"Vertigo is a dysfunction of the inner ear. She's just freaking out." Someone said rather casually. It was the ginger from yesterday morning who spoke out, crossing her arms and rolling her brunette stared up at Erica.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe.. You know she's Epileptic," she says. Coach starts freaking out slightly. "What whoa what?! Why does nobody tell me about this stuff?!" He waves his arms. "Erica, you're fine! Just-just kick off the wall. There's-there's a, a mat, to catch you... Come on." He was trying to sound reassuring, but Daisy noted that he only sounded like he was freaking out, himself.

Erica looked like she was debating with herself, nodding once before slowly coming down the wall and landing on the blue mat. Coach muttered reassurances to her, she turned to leave and people around her began to laugh. Daisy's fists clenched and she ground her teeth together. The dancer was just about to lunge forward to defend the blonde when Stiles' friend, Scott, grabbed her wrist and shook his head. Daisy let out a breath through her nose in attempt to calm down and closed her eyes, nodding to give the other a signal that she was ok. Class went on, a few more people climbed, Daisy included. It was when Daisy went back to the gym to retrieve her hoodie that she took off before climbing, and she saw Erica on the wall again. No harness, no mat.

Daisy was frozen there in shock for a minute, until Erica started to gasp and convulse. She was having a seizure. Before the blonde even let go of the rocks, the dancer was on the move, launching her small body towards Erica's falling one, in hopes that she could some how catch her. Her arms were filled with the other girls weight and her knees buckled under the force of the impact and the black haired girl slammed to the wood floors on her bare knees. She knew that familiar black and blue blotches would show up on her tan skin the next day. In the blink of an eye, Scott was there to help Daisy hold Erica up. He gave the dark haired girl a glare that could kill and his nostrils flared, as if he was sniffing the air.

The girl let out a labored breath and Scott laid Erica onto the ground. Groups of teens rushed out of the locker rooms and surrounded the three already on the ground. Stiles was there first and he gave Daisy a confused glance before looking down at Erica. The pretty brunette was there too, kneeling down next to Scott. "Put her on her side," she commanded, "Put her on her side!" Scott listened, holding the blondes hand. "How did you know?" The brunette asked quietly, but loud enough for Daisy to hear. The dancer looked at her with wide eyes. "I just.. felt it." Scott answered, and Daisy's eyes grew wider, eyebrows shooting up in confusion. The students were sent back into the locker rooms to change. Daisy did so in a dead way, blindly putting her clothes back on and stuffing her gym ones into her bag. The next few hours, she continued to think over Scott's words. How did he feel someone about to die?

Daisy didn't see Scott or Stiles until lunch that day. It seemed neither of them took ROTC. It was only the middle of the day and the dancer was already extremely tired. Having multiple military strategies and workouts re-drilled into her brain, and muscles, was very tiring, apparently. She found out that she had to wear her uniform for the second classes of the week. Daisy dropped her uniform into her locker and picked up her books for English and Spanish, as well as her lunch,and trudged to the cafeteria. She noticed Boyd, a quiet boy from her ROTC class who was sitting alone. She was temped to go over and sit with him but decided against it, considering she didn't know him very well. She stood there for a moment until Stiles noticed her immediately and waved her over. She smiled slightly and fixed her bags strap and shuffled over, trying not to bump into anyone in the crowded room. She sat down in the empty seat next to him, nodding gratefully at him before shrugging her bag off of her body and onto the floor while pulling a green apple and a water bottle. "Hey," the dancer gave off a simple greeting to both of them and opened her bottle.

"Hi, I'm Scott. I'm in a few of your classes." Daisy sat down her bottle and nodded, reaching across the table and offering her hand. "Daisy..as you obviously know." He grinned at her, though it seemed forced. The three of them slid into a conversation about school, neither of them asking about where Daisy came from or the dumb questions people asked new students. They began to talk about two girls named Allison and Lydia, and when Stiles noticed Daisy's confusion, explained that they were the two girls from her first day. Lydia was the gin- strawberry blonde, as corrected by Stiles, and Allison was the pretty brunette. The three of them exchanged phone numbers somewhere in the middle of their conversation and talked about Daisy's schedule. She handed the slip over. She was going to ask what classes they had next, when Stiles interrupted her with an exclaim of: "You're in ROTC?!"

She learned that she had her last two classes of that day with Stiles, and only had English with Scott because he took French. Lunch ended, Daisy threw out her barely touched apple and walked to Spanish with Stiles, smiling the whole way because two new contacts were added into the extremely short list on her phone.

Spanish was something that came easy to Daisy. Her mother was Latina, so she grew up speaking the second language with her mother until her step-father banned it, believing that they had been talking about him all the time while speaking to each other in the foreign language. Either way, when the teacher had asked Daisy if she needed to slow down, the dancer replied in slightly perfect Spanish.

"No, voy a entender todo muy bien, gracias."

No, she was understanding everything just fine, thank you. She shuffled down into her seat when she felt the curious stares of her classmates, impressed and jealous of her speaking. From the corner of her eye, she saw Stiles look at her with his mouth wide open in surprise. She smiled slightly and mimed closing her mouth by pushing up her jaw. He caught the message and embarrassingly closed his mouth, looking down at his hands on the desk with a blush.

English was a little less embarrassing.

Scott met Stiles and Daisy outside of the room, smiling lazily at both of them and giving the other boy a fist pump. Scott seemed to be very tense around Daisy, she noted eventually when she saw his eyes flick to her every so often. After greetings they went into the classroom, where Allison and Lydia sat together.

Daisy made a move to sit in the back next to Stiles, but the strawberry blonde immediately stopped her and demanded to know where Daisy got her shoes. Allison rolled her eyes at the question.

"A, uh, store in Santa Barbra... I think?" It was formed as a question, due to the fact that the dancer barely remembers the actual location of where her clothes come from.

The redhead, Lydia, made a motion to the free desk next to her. Daisy pulled the strap of her bag away from her shoulder and sat down with a wary smile. "Thanks...uh, I'm Daisy." The dancer told them.

"I'm Allison!" The brunette said with a full smile, dimples carved into her cheeks. "This is Lydia," she looked over to the redhead, and seeing her fix her lip gloss with a vanity mirror, she rolled big eyes and went back to her introduction. "I was new here at the beginning of the year," she explained, "so if anyone knows how you feel, it's me."

Allison seemed like a really good person, sweet and bubbly. Daisy listened politely as she went on to talk about how her new girl experience went, and spoke only when the brunette asked her questions. They briefly paused their conversation when the bell rang and class began.

Before the teacher began her lesson, she slipped by Daisy's desk and sat a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird onto her desk, briefly explaining that this was the book that they were working with currently and, don't worry, we just started it a week ago, so you'll be able to catch up, okay? Daisy nodded awkwardly and shifted in her seat, noticeably flinching when the teacher patted her back with a smile.

The first part of class was only a discussion on the second chapter of the book, so Daisy didn't pay too close attention, instead opting to open the book she just recently acquired and began to catch up.

The next half was a group discussion, where they were supposed to talk about and answer a list of questions that the teacher pulled up on her computer.

Allison and Lydia immediately turned their desks to face Daisy, the red head pursing her lips and the brunette smiling happily.

By the end of the class their group had gotten absolutely nothing done, besides Lydia, whom was quietly answering her sheet of questions, and Daisy had two more contacts added to her phone.