The New Girl's Secret

Part 1-The First Day: Chapter 9: Catching Her

Mr. Stokes P.O.V. 

    “She ran out to her car,” Trevor told me. “I don’t know if she’s left yet.”

    Hearing that, I turned and left. I didn’t want her to leave so soon on her first day. She didn’t deserve what was happening to her. 

    I got outside and heard a horn honk again and again. I headed in the direction of the noise. I eventually found the car. I knocked on the car window; she jumped. She turned and looked at me. Her eyes were all puffy and bloodshot. Her forehead was red, her cheeks a blocky red, drool starting to spill out the corners of her lips. She rolled down the window, then lay her head back on the steering wheel, letting it make a long, loud honking noise. 

    “Hey. What are you doing out here?” I asked her. 

Olivia’s P.O.V. 

    His voice was soft and tender. 

    “I’m not staying here. You heard I’m sure, what happened. I’m mortified.” I had tears streaming down her face. I didn’t want to talk. A flash in his eyes, in a second faded. 

    “Yes, I heard. I’m sorry. Just come inside. We can talk. I have a student-teacher that came in. We can talk in the office.” 

    “I don’t want to talk to you or anyone. It doesn’t change anything. It only gives details to someone who doesn’t need them.” I snapped. 

    “Hey. It’s okay. You can always come to me, you have my contact.”  

    “I know. Can I go home? This day’s been crap.” I whined and cried at the same time. 

    “You could, but you’ll love my class today, and I don’t think you’ll want to miss it.” 

    “That’s the last period, 4th.” 

    “I know. You have Drama and Trigonometry, then my class. You’ll be okay. You seem to be friends with Trevor,” he stated. 

    “No, he’s just there all the time. I don’t get it, but go on if you must.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed. 

    “Well, he’s in your Drama and Trig. And let’s not forget about Health. And I’m in your last period. Someone’s always there to stick up for you. That’s all I’m trying to say. Just finish class today?” 

    “Okay, you owe me,” I said, staring at him straight in the eyes. 

    “Fine. I’ll bring candy tomorrow,” he said. 

    “Ice Cream’s better.” 

    “Okay, meet me at the ice cream shop on Elm Street after school, at 4 PM. And if you want, you can join me at lunch. I won’t be offended if you don’t.” 

    “Okay,” I said. Ice cream sounded good, and I might take him up on that offer for lunch.