What I know

Chapter 3

        Seeing her again is harder than I thought. Breath Dia. Don't let the memories overtake you. Breathe.

As much as I try to resist the memories come flooding back into my head.

         I was late for school again. My father decided today was a good day to smack me for not making the breakfast he wanted. How was I supposed to know he wanted pancakes instead of omelets when he doesn't tell me? I walk into school with my head down. When I realized the halls were empty I lifted my head and ran to my locker. I don't want to be caught by Tasha and her minions again. Just like this morning, I wasn't very lucky. 

"Look what we have here girls a fat loser, A little nobody." Tasha said as she walked closer to me. 

"Gosh, she's so fat she takes up the whole hallway." Brittney sneered. I wish they'd just leave me alone.

"She's as fat as a blimp." Anna chimes in. 

       "Move loser others have to use the hallway too." Tasha says her voice filled with anger and disgust. As she shoves me against the lockers. My head slams into the locker. Ow, that hurt. I don't know what I ever did to them to have them treat me like this. She notices the bruise slowly forming on my left cheek and smiles evilly. "Aw, upset daddy again? I don't blame him who would want a fat w***e like you?"

"Please just leave me alone. I'm late for class."

       "You know who is also late for class? Actually, who will probably never go to class again?" Tasha whispers with a knowing evil glint in her eyes like she knows something I don't too close to me. "You might want to find a new friend fatty."

"W-what do you mean?" I stutter. "I don't understand." I say quietly with a confused look on my face.

"Oh you will, don-" Tasha was interrupted.

       "Girls aren't you late for class? Go now before I give you detention." Our principal Mr. Davis says to us. He's a kind old man with a balding head with faint white hair and glasses. He's on the shorter side with dark eyes. He may be kind but unfortunately completely clueless. "Oh but not you La Dove. I have to speak to you in my office. Now." For some reason, the girls are snickering behind me. Why are they laughing?

        I follow Mr.Davis to his office. He closes the door behind him and tells me to take a seat. I sit down in one of the seats in front of his dark wood desk. He goes around his desk to sit in his chair. He lets out a loud sigh as he takes off his glasses and sits down.

       "Dia, I've been told that your friends with Cindy Mclove. Is that correct?" He asks softly. Why is he acting as though I'm about to break? I slowly nod my head yes to him. He exhales a breath. "Dia, I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but.." He pauses and clears his throat. "Dia dear, Cindy was in an accident last night."

"W-wh- what? No. Is she? Is she ok?" I stutter trying to keep the tears in. She's fine. She's fine. She has to be. I keep saying to myself over and over again.

       "No, I'm so sorry sweetheart. She didn't make it. She died before anyone could get to her." His voice slowly fades away. I see his lips moving but I can't hear anything. My world is crashing down around me. No, she can't be gone. No, no, no! She's not gone! She can't be! I didn't realize I was crying until I felt something wet hit my hand. Mr. Davis looks worried he's telling me to breathe. Everything is spinning. And then there's nothing. Everything goes dark.

And then I'm back.

       "Um hello? I'm talking to you whore." Tasha says annoyed. I shake my head slightly to push away the memories. I look at Tasha she's standing in the middle front and center as always. With her minions on either side of her.

       "Tasha Sinclair, my my you haven't changed a bit." I say smiling looking her up and down. She's wearing a bright red strapless dress. It has a sweetheart neckline that doesn't leave anything for your imagination. With a slit that goes all the way up to her hip. Well, she's not wearing any underwear. Gross. She's smirking at me like I meant that as a compliment well gotta change that real quick. "Still dressing like a skank I see." That got her. She looks ticked.

 "You!" She stops and looks at my name tag. "Dia!? What the frick? Your not fat anymore." She yells looking completely confused. 

        "Ya, haven't been for a while now. Thanks for stating the obvious though." I say as I smirk at her. I'm trying so hard to hold in my laugh. Her face looks hilarious. I notice a crowd forming around us. It makes it even better because everyone can see how confused and upset she is. I don't think she knows how to respond. As everyone forms a circle around us they are all whispering amongst themselves. While Tasha and I have a little stare-off. I don't notice someone in the crowd staring at me intensely. 

"Is that really Dia?" I hear some girls quietly talking to one another.

"'Oh my gosh she's changed so much."

"I gotta ask her how she lost and kept off the weight."

"Wow, she's hot." I hear a guy say to his buddy.

"I call dibs." 

"She's hotter than Tasha. Who knew?" A guy to my left says. Oh, That comment ticked her off. She looks like smoke is about to come out of her ears.

         "Shut up all of you! She doesn't look that good. She's still the pathetic loser she was in high school!" Tasha screams at everyone around us. Well, that's not very ladylike.

         "Whatever makes you feel better Tasha." I tell her annoyance lacing my voice as I roll my eyes. I can't stand her annoying high-pitched voice let alone her screaming. I love ticking her off but hate the whining that comes afterward. I start to turn to walk away when I hear a voice that I never wanted to hear again in my life. A voice that belonged to a man that forcibly took my innocence. I'm not naive enough to think I wouldn't run into him this week I just hoped it wouldn't be so soon. I just got here for crying out loud. I need to leave I can already feel a panic attack coming. Breathe Dia don't let them see.

          "Hey babe what's going on? Who upset you?" Brad asks Tasha as he walks up beside her. He's wearing a grey suit with a white shirt and red tie. His dirty blond hair is shorter and looks like it's starting to recede along with the same cliche blue eyes. He's still tall at 6 feet. Jason is taller though at around 6 feet 4 inches. 

          Well, that means she and Jason are not a thing anymore that's good. I turn back around and face the man I hate just as much as Tasha. Who am I kidding I hate him more. I should have seen them ending up together. They are both despicable people. Ok, just breathe and act like he has no effect on you. Nothing happened he has no power over you.

         "Brad, long time. Doesn't look like it's been too kind to you though." I sass to him with a small half-smile that lasts less than a second.

"Dia?" Brad stupidly asks. I roll my eyes at him.

"Yup." I reply popping the p. I notice my hand is starting to shake a little. I don't know if it's from anger or from the panic attack that's starting. I need air. I have to get away from him.

        "You're not fat anymore. You look better this way." He says while looking me up and down. It makes my skin crawl but I can't let him know that. He starts smiling that disgusting smile that I'd imagine he thinks is sexy. Why is he smiling like that? " Did you miss me?" Eww, I think I'm going to be sick. I look over at Tasha and she's giving him the death glare and hitting him on his arm.

"Are you kidding me!?" She whispers yells at him.

"What?" He says trying to portray innocence.

"Ok, I'm leaving now. I have better things to do than stand here talking to you two morons."  I say bored. I turn and start walking away.

         "Oh you mean like go catch up with old friends?" She says with fake curiosity. I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turn around with my brow raised. Then she acts like she just remembered something."Oh, wait you don't have any. At least none that are alive." She says with fake sadness that turns into a smirk.

            I can't believe she just said that. Don't kill her. I mean it Dia don't kill her. I say to myself fighting that part of me that desperately wants to grab my hidden dagger and throw it into her heart. Yes, I have a hidden dagger. It makes me feel safer. Breathe. Control the anger you are not a murderer. Stay calm. I walk up to her so close that I can feel her breathing.

           "Oh, we both know why Cindys dead don't we? Don't think I have forgotten what you've done Tasha. And I'm going to make sure everyone knows and will never forget who you really are. A murderer and that husband of yours is just as bad. I'm going to make your world crumble. Just. Like. You. Did. To. Mine." I whisper threateningly in her ear. I pull back and look at her face. She looks terrified mixed with maybe anger. 

            I take another step back and smirk at her. I then turn around and walk away. I need to get some air. It took everything in me not to lose my cool right then and there. But now that I'm walking away my panic attack is coming full force. Everyone is in the dining hall now so I exit and start walking through the hallway that hopefully leads to the garden. The chattering and music from the dining hall make it where I don't realize that there's someone following me.

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