Behind The Name [Lesbian Story]

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Sheila's POV:

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"Honey, don't you wanna explore the new buildings first? A lot has changed since we left." Mom suggested, smiling at me.

"Yes, love. Go do so while we settle everything here." Pierre added, smiling warmly as he put his hand over mom. I sighed at two of them as I got up and left the admin office.

It's been three years since I left this town. It all felt so unfamiliar and yet everything seems all too familiar. It's all the same yet there's also a lot of difference.

Since I left in seventh grade, I've never been to the High school department of the Academy. The uniform is different too. It's not the usual white, long sleeve polo's and green blazers. Now that I'm a sophomore, I wear white, short sleeve polo's with a vest if I so want to. I bet it's compulsory for guys to wear a vest.

I sighed as I walked around the courtyard, looking up at the familiar blue sky that I've been raised under. I smiled as the sun's rays hit my cheek, making me miss the warmth that was heavily lacking in London. It was so different than the Middle school building. I could visit it, but I don't want to get lost in this place. It's much different than I had anticipated. But it still felt like home.

Suddenly, I felt my pocket vibrate. I took out my phone, my lucky clover strap dangling as I looked at the screen. I smiled as I unlocked it, Czy had sent me a message.

'hey, toots! hows it bein back home? ;)'

I giggled softly as I replied, pressing on the keyboard softly then hitting the send button.

'Warm! Warmer than London'll evr b!'

It's amazing that I don't need to be on the game just to speak to him now. Ever since the developers made a chat app for it, I don't have to be at home just to talk to him. I can practically talk to him anywhere!

We've spoken constantly every day, telling each other anything and everything, even the smallest detail. I love him for being here for me and when I was in London. He kept me company when I was alone back there and still hadn't made any friends. And because of that, I've fallen deeply in love with him with each passing day.

He was there when no one was.

"Love, there you are!" Pierre called out to me, jogging to me as I watched him. "We've been looking for you. Your mother and I will be leaving shortly.” He informed me, “Will you manage?" He asked thoughtfully, smiling as mother came and stood beside him. He wrapped his arm around her waist as mom leaned into his chest. I almost wanted to roll my eyes on him and pry his arm away from my mom.

If I forgot to mention, this blue-eyed man in front of me is Pierre Lefevré. He married my mom a year after we moved. They dated for almost a year before marrying. It was a wonderful moment, but I still love my dad. He can't replace him, even if he did marry my mom. So my name has now been changed to Sheila Klair Eclaire- Lefevré. I'm not giving up dad's name just because mom married another French dude.

So I’m sorry, Pierre. There are only two men in my life: my dad and Czy!

"Yeah. I'll be fine Pierre." I elaborated on the R, hoping that he get that I still don't like him. His lips creased, telling me he didn't like it. I smirked as mom moved in to hug me. I met her half-way and glared at Pierre over her back.

"We'll see you at home, sweetie." Mom whispered softly, pulling back as I smiled sweetly at her. They walked past me as a faculty staff approached me. She looked young and new, but she smiled at me.

"Miss Lefevré?" She asked still smiling, making me nod. "Please, allow me to direct you to your first class." She politely suggested, swinging her hand to the side as if to tell me to walk this way.

"Alright. Thank you, miss?" I asked as I walked beside her.

"Charlotte. Charlotte Greene." She smiled, extending her hand as we passed through the double doors. I took her hand and shook it, smiling wide as I looked around the hallway.

There wasn't anything different from the middle school building. The floor was still reflecting my image and of course it would let boys have a view of my underwear. Thankfully, it's not a brightly lit hallway or that would be a disaster.

"This way, miss Lefévre." She pointed; her smile still visible. I followed her, my eyes still wandering about, thinking if there was any difference. "Have you been assigned a locker, miss?" Charlotte asked, looking at me by the side.

"Yes. I have actually and yes, I've already found it when I first entered the building." I replied, smiling as she nodded.

I heard the floors squeaking, making me turn my head around. There was a tall guy running fast and past me with a teacher trying to catch up with him.

"Hey! No running in the halls!" The teacher yelled out, leaning against the wall as he caught his breath. Charlotte didn't seem fazed by it nor did she bother to even look at the commotion, which meant that it was a common occurrence.

Looks like that dude got away. But damn, he was fast. I only caught a glimpse of him, but I'm sure I'll see him around the campus; probably in a detention class too.

The bell rung just in time and classes were about to start. All the students in the hallway disappeared into their respective classrooms. I hope we're near mine already. I just don't want to be late on the first day.

"Here. This is your homeroom." Charlotte spoke softly, knocking on the door before opening it. I could hear yelling from the inside, telling me that I won't be getting along with this teacher. Charlotte opened the door, making the teacher approach her.

"Is this the new kid?" He whispered, making Charlotte nod. "Okay. Well, come on in!" He said, making me jump a bit as I followed him inside. Charlotte whispered bye as I looked back at her with a smile. I stood beside the teacher, looking about the room.

"Alright. This here is a new student! Treat her properly or else, you guys are getting a life's worth of detention!" He yelled, making the whole room lean back in their seats.

Well, all except one – A guy with short hair, who was resting his head on the table with his arms covering the sides. The teacher must have noticed him because he walked over to him as the class watched him.

"Well, since you're so bold as to ignore me, Vincent. You will escort, the new kid around school. You hear me?" He yelled at him, but the guy didn't even move. The teacher walked back in front, then pointed to where I was going to sit.

Great. The empty seat is next to the guy he just yelled at. I mentally sighed as I walked over there. I felt the stares of a few guys around the room, making my hair rise as I sat down. I sighed, wanting to shout at them, but can't.

The teacher began homeroom as per normal, dismissing us as soon as the bell rang for second period. I got up as the guy beside me still hasn't moved an inch since I got there. I poked his shoulder, hoping to get his attention.

He looked up at me, his hazel eyes dazzling under the sunlight. I felt something weird in stomach as if I was going to get hiccups as I stared into his eyes. He ran his hand through his hair as he got up, taking his stuff.

"Alright, follow me." He smiled warmly as he took a quick stretch before walking me out the room. We entered the hallway and I was getting a lot of stares from both guys and girls. Whispers soon erupted as we walked down the hall, but I couldn't make out what they're saying.

"So," he spoke, looking at me by the side which made me turn my gaze to him. "What's your next class?" He asked, his smile still plastered against his face. His square jaw and shoulder was almost perfect, making the hiccupy feeling in the pits of my stomach intensify.

"Oh, uh. It's actually Pre-Calculus." I replied, looking through the schedule I had in my hands. While I was looking at my schedule, he took it off me and looked at it himself. It was rude, but the smile on his face made the vex I had for him, fly away.

"Looks like I'll see you thrice a day, almost every day." He said, giving me back the paper. There's something about his smile that felt all too familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.

It seems like I've seen it before somewhere, felt it before somewhere. But, where? In a dream, perhaps?

"Here. This is Math 4. Pre-Calc is taught by Mrs Jeremiah." He stated, walking me to the door as he opened it for me. "I'll be here waiting for you after your class. Don't go anywhere, alright?" He winked at me then smiled, walking away as my cheeks turned red.

The hiccups in my stomach rose to my throat; it was as if it would come out anytime soon. I turned about and found a seat by the window in the back row, hoping that I wouldn't be cold. As I put my bag at the side, the room began filling up and the bell rang later on.

"Sheila?" A familiar voice called out to me. I turned around and saw a familiar long, black hair. I almost squealed in my chair as she moved in to hug me.

"Oh, my gosh!” I nearly squealed, “It's been a long time, Trish!" I hugged her tight, then pulled away. She sat at the table next to me, putting her bag at the side as she smiled at me.

"It's been such a long time, girl! You never told me you were coming back!" She half-yelled as the teacher entered the room. I giggled as I stuck my tongue out at her.

"I thought I would surprise the three of you." I giggled softly, making her shoot a knowing look at me, but it softened as we began whispering. I never told her last Friday that I was coming home to study here. It was a long flight and I didn't have any signal in the air. So, I just kept it hush hush from her. Seeing the look on her face was worth it.

We exchanged whispers as she asked me about the flight, how my mom was and the creep Pierre, and how I am in general. I responded positively, but except for Pierre. I don't like him and I don't think I ever will. If I was given a choice to remove him from my life, I would without a second thought.

"By the way, how are things with you and that Czy guy? You guys hit it off yet?" She queried with a devilish grin on her face. I giggled as we got up, the bell rung just as she had asked me the question.

"Well, I love him, but I don't think he feels the same." I replied, looking a bit disappointed. Trish noticed my expression and hugged me sideways like she always did; I missed her hugs honestly.

As we were about to exit the room, my eyes found its way to the same hazel eyes that I met this morning. The hiccups in my stomach returned, making me a bit worried that I might make myself look like an i***t. He smiled at us, walking over as he looked at me then Trish.

He knows her? I bet he does. What kind of handsome guy won't be dating a beautiful girl like my best friend over here; I bet they dated before.

"Hey, Trish!” He greeted her with a big smile on his face, “Didn't know you got stuck in Mrs. J's class!" He chuckled as Trish rolled her eyes at him.

"It's not so bad. At least I don't get stuck in Mr. Alvin's class like you, Jun!" She replied, letting out a victory smirk as the guy-

Wait. Did she just call him, Jun??

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Jun's POV:

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"We have gym at the same time right?" I asked Trish as I began walking towards the locker room.

"Yeah. I think we have. What about you?" Trish asked Klair, who seems to be shock. I don't know what she's shocked about, but I felt surprised to see her as well.

It's been three years and she still looks beautiful. But I feel a slight pain in my chest whenever I look at her. She left me without saying goodbye. I don't understand why though. I know I didn't pick up her call that night, but that doesn't mean she couldn't have left me a message.

For three years, I've waited for her to come back, hoping that this time, I can tell her how I feel. But how can I, when I feel this sharp, stinging pain in my chest?

I ran my hand through my hair as I glanced down at her. Her green eyes never changed, still beautiful like emeralds like the first time I looked into them. She's gotten a bit taller than before because she used to be lower than my shoulder. But now, I think she's just about under my chin.

"I still can't believe this," Klair mumbled, making me chuckle as I pat her shoulder. "You knew it was me, didn't you?" She asked with a frown on her face. She looks so cute.

"Heh,” I chuckled again, “Your name was written on the schedule. I took it from you earlier, remember?" I grinned at her, making her pout more which made my heart light. It skipped a beat for a minute there and I wish I could hug her right now.

We went past the double doors of the locker room. Trish took Klair away from me, sticking her tongue out as I just chuckled. I guess she thinks I'd take a peek at Klair. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to.

I approached my locker, feeling a few eyes on me as I took my vest over my head. I unbuttoned my shirt, folded it and put it in the locker. I was already wearing my basketball jersey so I don't really need to change. My shorts were also underneath my pants.

If you ask me why I do this, the answer is simple: I don't give free shows.

I smirked as a few girls started whispering. I could hear some of it, which ranged from disappointment to astonishment; disappointed that they didn't see my abs, astonished that they could see my arm muscles better now and that I have my jersey under.

"Alright, Jun. Stop teasing your crowd already." Trish said, annoyed by the whispers as Klair just looked at me. I can see the surprise in her eyes. My body changed a lot since she left and I'm not surprised by her expression. I get it often.

I just chuckled and winked at Klair, making her face go red. A few girls squealed as I did that as well which made Trish more annoyed and walked out the room. I followed her out, holding Klair by the hand as we walked towards the gym. I could feel her hand shaking, making me loosen my grip and looked at her from the side.

"Everything alright, Klair?" I asked, worried that she might not be feeling well.

"Uh, y-yeah." She stuttered, letting go of my hand as we walked the bleachers. I followed behind her, seeing that the last row where we usually sit was already full. I shook my head in disappointment; I don't feel like going back down to sit on the floor.

"Too bad. No place for you, Jun!" Trish giggled, making me frown a bit. I sighed and looked at Klair, smiling at her.

"Not really, Trish. Watch." I told her, walking up to Klair and pulled her up, sweeping her legs with my arm as I carried her. I sat on her place then put on her my lap. She protested for a bit, but because I caught her by surprise, she only fumbled a little. She was looking at our coach to even notice Trish's conversation with me. I'm a ninja like that.

"Oh, wow. I'm sooooo amazed." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she giggled. "You alright there, Sheila?" She turned to her, making me look at her as well.

"I'm not." She whispered, frowning at me as I just chuckled, kissing her cheek.

Oops. Habit.

Klair's face went red as if she had a fever. I bumped my head against her, feeling her temperature. I closed my eyes to concentrate, comparing my temperature with hers, but it seems that it was average.

"You okay, Klair?" I asked her as I looked into her eyes, her cheeks going even redder by the second. She looked away and nodded, not meeting my stare as I sighed. I ran my hand through my hair, then put my arm around her slender waist, making her lean on my chest.

The pain in my chest that I felt just looking at her subsided. I guess my love for her exceed any pain she left. I smiled at her as coach blew his whistle, making me realize that I didn't hear a single thing he said.

"Alright! Girls on volleyball. Guys on basketball! Move it, people!" He yelled making the class get up. "Crawford, you're with the boys!"

Klair tried to get up from my lap, but I didn't let her. I smiled at her as I stood up, carrying her in my arms as I walked down the bleachers.

"W-what are you doing? I-I can walk you know." She shot me an annoyed look, face still red from embarrassment. Well, probably. Both guys and gals were looking at us; the girls were probably jealous while the guys are wishing they were doing this instead.

"I know. But hey, at least you feel like a princess. Even for a short minute." I winked at her, then set her down; I chuckled as I saw her face turn red as a tomato. "Well, take care, Klair." I waved her bye, jogging off to join the guys for basketball.

"Dude, who's the new girl?" Hank asked – a good friend of mine and also a varsity player for basketball.

"An old friend of mine." I replied as they chose the two teams. I was stealing glances at Klair and Trish. They weren't playing much, well Klair at least.

I don't blame her since she's never been athletic in her life. She was seating at the front of the bleachers with her phone in hand. She appears to be smiling as she looked into it, making me feel a little bit jealous.

"Vince! Hey! Are you listening?!" Justin yelled, who appeared to be on my team. I looked at him with a furrowed brow, breaking off the huddle as I line myself in the center of the court.

The coach stepped into the court, holding the ball with the whistle in his mouth. Hank was in the opposing team so it seems he's doing the jump. We shook hands first like we always do, then prepared to jump.

I stole a glance at Klair first, she seems to be looking this way. I winked at her, just as the coach blew his whistle, then threw the ball up.

I was the first to jump, grabbing the ball and immediately ran past the guys defending the basket. I crossed the ball between my legs, avoiding hands trying to steal my ball. I rushed to the basket and did a dunk.

As I got down, I smiled and winked at Justin, then went into defense; shows him that I was paying attention. Well not really, but he won't ever know.

It went on until my team scored at least a good 20, making us in the lead by half. I called out a sub for me, since I have practice later. Better conserve energy or else I won't hear the end of coach's rant later on.

I sat on the bleachers, taking out my phone and looking at my messages. Raz had sent me one.

'first day n im already bored... ~_~'

I chuckled and replied;

'Ohohoho~ too bad 4 u.... im havin fun :p'

I pressed send and looked at the game; the other team still has to catch up. I guess I should just sit here and not do anything. My eyes panned itself to the girls, they look like they're having fun. I smiled at them as I looked over at Klair.

She was still sitting on the other side, phone in hand and everything. Lucky for her, coach isn't looking or else that thing would be confiscated.

Suddenly, I heard the girls shouting. I turned and saw that the ball was hit incorrectly and flew away, heading straight for Klair.

"Watch out!"

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Sheila's POV:

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'lucky uuuuuu.... ): wish i was there so i can have fun tooooooo - 3-'

I pressed send, smiling happily as I browsed through our conversation. It feels so great that someone is there for me to talk to when no one is. It makes my heart pound whenever I recall him saying that he'll always be there for me. Even if it was by a small chance, I do wish that he was with me. But no, it's not possible.

"Watch out!" Someone yelled out of the blue, making my eyes shoot up and see a ball heading straight for me.

My body froze, unable to move as I tried to commanding it. Move damnit! I closed my eyes, preparing for the impact. There was a squeak on the floor, making my heart pound as I felt scared. I waited for the ball to hit, but nothing happened. Slowly, I opened my eyes, hearing a loud ragged breathing in front of me. I saw a huge number 32 on a jersey, the name Crawford on top.

"You alright?" Jun asked, looking at me over her shoulder as she fell, sitting on the floor. She caught ball by the stomach which could cause a bruise.

The coach blew his whistle, walking over to Jun as much as everybody. Jun let the ball go which fell to the side. I went over to her side, worried if she was alright.

"You, dummy,” I nearly chided her, “What you do that for?" I asked her, looking straight into her pained eyes. She smiled at me, pulling herself up as coach shook his head.

"Crawford, do you feel any pain?" Coach asked, eyeing her stomach to see if she would flinch after one step. The girls around were also looking at her with worry, while the guys just want to know what happened.

"Nope! It takes more to hurt me." She grinned at everyone, reassuring them that she was fine. I sighed then smiled as the crowd dispersed just as the bell rang.

"Are you alright, Sheila?" Trish stepped beside me, looking at me with worry. I smiled and nodded at her, concealing my deep worry for Jun. “Nice catch, Jun!” she turned to Jun, “Hurt like hell?" Trish teased her, making Jun just smile at her as we walked towards the locker room.

"Yeah it sure did! Wanna try it out?" Jun walked over to a rolling ball and prepared to hit us. Trish hid behind me while I glared at Jun.

"Sheila help!" Trish giggled behind me as Jun tried to aim for her. Feeling a little mischievous, I leapt to the side, leaving Trish open.

"She's on my side!" Jun roared playfully, throwing the ball at Trish, but not too hard. The ball flew down, barely grazing Trish's leg as I walked over to Jun.

"You guys are such..." Trish rolled her eyes, walking through the gym's door while Jun and I laughed.

This happiness... I missed it too much.

I looked up at Jun, smiling at her as she ran her hand through her hair. Beads of sweat were trickling down the sides of her temple, her beautiful hazel eyes radiating even under a small passage of light.

"Come on. We'll be late for the next class." She smiled, walking ahead of me as I followed behind her.

As I walked, I felt my hand clutching my phone. Raising it at eye level, I saw a message from Czy;

'haha...! maybe it would be... :p but idk if ill be able to keep my hands off u~'

I giggled, feeling my heart flutter. He's getting bolder and bolder. Before, it was often me who teases him. Now, he's making me go beet red and anxious.

'o ///o psssssshhhhh! im runnin if u evn dare touch me :p'

I pressed send and went into the locker room. I quickly changed back into my uniform and followed Trish out; apparently she has been waiting for me. She smiled at me as I turned to see if Jun was done.

It would feel like old times if we walk to the same classes together. Jun was back into her pants, finalizing her uniform with the green school tie. She looked dashing in all honesty, but she always has been. I just never really noticed.

Until now.

"See you guys at lunch?" She walked over to us as she looked at the time, then smiled her radiant smile at me.

"Yeah, alright. Laters!" Trish bade her bye, linking our arms together then dragged me to our next class. I looked back at Jun, giving her an apologetic look. She just smiled and went the other direction.

Some things just don't change.