Valeria's P.O.V

Shit shit shit. Fucking shit. I'm fucking late.

I ran quickly, but tripped over a crack on the sidewalk. Cursing while trying to wipe the dirt off my leggings, I started up again. Stupid Oklahoma and their stupid tornadoes.

I made my way to school and ran into the office for a late pass. I watched as Ms. Gardener, an old lady that probably reads sexual cat stories, looked up at me through her dusty glasses and sighed. She handed me a bright yellow late pass that probably attracted more attention to me than walking in late.

Quickly, I scurried off to my first period and opened the door as silently as possible. Unfortunately, this school's definition of silently means a creak that caused a ringing in all of my fellow classmate's ears. I felt eyes on me and I stared at the ground, kicking the linoleum floor.

"Hello Ms. Castillo, glad you could join us!" My ass of an English teacher announced. I watched as her brown eyes twinkled in amusement and I twisted a fake smile back at her, shoving my late pass in her hand. 

Storming to my seat in the back, I passed by a group of kids snickering in my wake. I bit the inside of my cheek harshly and rummaged through my backpack for my homework. Shoving another piece of paper into my teacher's hand once again, I slumped against my chair and stared at the board blankly.

The first part of my day passed by with my English teacher being assier than usual, my math teacher calling on me for problems I obviously couldn't answer, and my Spanish teacher getting mad at me for correcting him.

It was finally lunch and I couldn't wait to eat that tuna salad sandwich I packed. Gathering all of my papers in my hand, I walked to the cafeteria, but bumped into someone along the way.

Groaning, as I made contact with the person's shoulder, I fell to the ground. A "sorry" was mumbled as I collided with the floor. Great, my day couldn't have gotten any worse, and here I was laying on the floor with a head injury and my multiple papers scattered around the hallway. 

Suddenly, a stack of papers came into my line of view. Getting up slowly, I rubbed my head and looked at the guy who was handing me my lifetime supply of notes. 

That's when I looked into his famous light grey eyes did I realize who he was. Narrowing my own eyes at him, I snatched the papers from his hand.

Hearing a sigh escape from his lips, he followed me quickly as I sped up. Climbing down the concrete steps that lead to the outside of the school, I heard his footsteps beating on the stairs behind me.

"Valeria!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Valeria!"

I stormed off campus hastily and but his voice kept following me.

"Valeria!" he called once more. His footsteps rang in my ears as he tried to catch up to me. I felt his heavy breaths on my back as he whispered my name once more. "Look," he started.

Whipping around, I glared at him. At his milky white face with his statement grey eyes and his strong jawline. Yet all I saw was the guy from three years ago. When we were thirteen and kind of dumb but we didn't care.

We clinked our glasses filled to the brim with peach iced tea in the late afternoon sunlight. It was two weeks before the start of high school and we were trying to soak up the last bits of summer. 

We swung on the porch swing and I laughed over his dumb dad jokes. Two weeks before high school. Two weeks before everything changed but our friendship would still be intact. I hope.

I glanced at him from the side of my eyes and saw his suddenly stronger jawline. Puberty hit him like a truck and I was sitting here with my long brown hair and eternal babyface. It wouldn't get in the way of  our friendship though. Both of us were best friends and nothing could come between us.

"What time is it?" He asked me. I looked at my phone and then looked again because I wasn't paying attention the first time.

"5:37," I told him. He got up hurriedly and called out a quick goodbye as he gathered his notebook and bag along with his pencil case. I waved to him from my spot on the bleached wooden porch as he hopped on his bike and pedaled off to his house. 

I cleaned up the pitcher of iced tea and the glasses and started heading inside. Two more weeks of summer, and I was expecting to spend every little bit of it with my best friend.

Yet, during the last two weeks he didn't call or stop by. I called him, but was always greeted with a voicemail and non-exsistent messages that would reply to them. His parents' cars were never in the driveway and whenever I rang his doorbell, the door never opened. I started wondering where he was, and why he never notified me about his sudden disappearance. I could never find him around town no matter how many shops I looked through and cafes I've emptied. He was just gone.

The last two weeks of summer passed briskly without Brendan, and high school soon began. I wandered into school, trying to find locker 163 and my missing friend.

My eyes soon came upon someone's infamous light grey eyes and I identified the guy as Brendan Park. I was about to go up to him, until I realized the people he was currently hanging out with.

Alya Johnson, blonde and hazel eyed, she was nice, an all-star when it came to sports but not the brightest when it came to math. Then again, I shouldn't be judging, I was the one crying over an equation a couple of months ago.

Ricardo Yanez, a literal fuckboy. His hair was greasier than bacon, his jeans were lower than his IQ, his first language is english, yet he still can't speak it very well. I never really like him, but he was funny enough.

Abella Kenton, and straight girl would go gay for her and any gay guy would go straight for her. With dark hair and striking green eyes along with confidence, friendliness, and a smile that can outshine any prodigy's future, she's what most would call a "golden girl."

Then there was Bianca Ali, my secret sworn enemy. She hides behind her thick, black hair so nobody could see who she really was. I've listened to the rumors she spread about people she didn't seem to remotely like. She thought nobody knew it was her, but I did.

I knew she was the one that started to tell everyone that Sierra Matson slept with two guys in eighth grade and that Christian Baker was gay. She looked down on people like me. She knew that if she was an utter bitch to me, I wouldn't have the guts to tell anyone.

She was right. I looked at her, enraged. She told everyone that Brendan was a loser. She told all of the art students they had no future because she knew they wouldn't have the courage to stand up. Now that Brendan got taller, and his smile got whiter, and his jawline got sharper, she was all smiles and hair flips. 

I clenched my fist and rushed away to find my locker. Brendan Park ditched me for a snake, his best friend for a hypocrite. He ditched me for a homophobic, racist asshole who hid her real personality with her wide smiles and sickeningly sweet personality.

I wasn't mad though, just hurt because I lost my best friend.

"We need to talk things out. You've been avoiding me for three years and I'm sick of wondering why me supposed best friend doesn't want to be at the very least, and aquaintance." He stared at me after his speech. 

"Yeah, because you totally ditch your best friend for a group of obviously prettier and more popular people on the first day of high school, don't you Brendan?" I spat.

"Honestly, you're the one that started ignoring me!" He yelled.

"You're the one that didn't contact me during the last two weeks of summer break!"

"Are you insane?"

"No, I'm a wheat thin!"

He stood there, looking shocked. I watched as his grey eyes peered into mine, and for the first time today, I felt strangely happy.

I shifted my backpack over my shoulder and turned and walked away. The community garden was somewhere around here, so I could eat in peace. 

I didn't hear a single sound from him, but maybe that was because my breathing was shaky and loud enough to cover the sounds of his voice.

Author's Note

Hey kids, sorry I haven't updated in almost two months! I aquired this disease called writer's block and I was too weak to type up a new chapter.

BUT HERE IT IS! YOU'RE WELCOME KIDS! I hooe you liked it, it's amaxing I know. pRaIsE mE. 

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