Vanilla

Chapter 3

I opened every classroom door to locate the sound. I made it to the last door in the hall, the room was dark, I was regretting this, but the moment I heard a bang. I swung open the door to see four figures standing over Lauren.

"Hey, b***h! Close that door, will you? or are you trying to get some d**k too?" one of them chuckles.

"Let Lauren go," I said. I said I didn't like fights, but I never said I didn't know how to fight.

"Aww, the little b***h wants to save her..." The figure comes towards me. "How about you open up your legs too, and let's have a threesome."

Before he grabbed my wrist, I kicked his crotch with my knee making him fall to the ground.

"Damn, I can't have a break, can I?" I sighed. "I'm already in a bad mood, don't mess with me."

Two of them came up to me, while the last one kept his foot on her chest. Lauren was crying. I didn't know what it was about her, but I keep seeing her everywhere. What is this?

The tall one ran at me, and I grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground. The short one comes to me with a knife. "Alright, you piece of s**t. You get on your knees, and be a good little w***e or this blade might accidentally cut you."

I put my hands in my pockets and got on my knees-he smiles. "That's a good b***h. Now suck me off."

As soon as he tried to take his p***s out, I lifted my leg and kicked him from behind. He hit the door behind me and was knocked out. I stood up and brushed off my pants.

"Look, I could tell the principal what you're doing, or you can walk off without saying anything," I said to the guy that still had his foot on Lauren.

He smirks, "Or I could crush her till she dies."

"Why do you want to hurt her? She rejected you or something?"

"This little s**t is a damn faggot! I will make her go to hell where she belongs!"

Seriously? He's going to hurt her because she's a lesbian? What a pig.

I walk over to him with an evil smile on my face, "See...I tried giving you an easy way out, but it seems like you hate that. So I got another option for you." I punched his throat making him get his foot off Lauren and started coughing as I picked her up bridal style. I'm a strong person when I can be. Have to thank the adrenaline rush. "Suffer along with your friends, will you?"

I turned to walk out the door, and I never heard another peep out of him.

I walked Lauren to the nurse building and sat her on one of the beds. "What happened back there is none of your fault," I said before turning around. "The nurse will be here soon, so don't try to get up."

"Wait! Dani!" she exclaims. "Um..."

I turned around to her. "Don't mention it."

"No, I was going to say you didn't have to save me. I deserve to feel pain for being this way." her voice cracked.

I walked over to her bed and slammed my hands on both sides of her. I was over her with a feeling in my chest that I could not describe. It felt off.

"Don't say things like that!" I shouted. "You deserve to be happy! Being a lesbian doesn't make you anything else!"

"But people say-" I interrupt her.

"Let them talk!" I felt my eyes water before I realized I was crying again. "Let...them...talk."

She grabs my face, "You said you were in a bad mood back there, did something happen to make you cry?"

I let my body fall onto her, and she pets my head as she stopped crying herself. I was crying like a little kid again.

"My friends...they're fighting with each other. I have never seen them like this. I felt useless, not able to do anything to save their friendship."

"Then let them drift apart."

"Huh?"

She takes out my messy ponytail and starts combing through my tangled strands. "You can't force two people to love each other, sometimes they drift apart. They will always be your friend, but the two of them might not want to be friends with each other."

"What am I going to do then? Sit and wait? They both won't be back here for another week."

"Then, start learning how to accept yourself as who you are."

"What?"

She's talking like she knows me personally or something.

"I have an art studio at my home, you should come over. It'll be relaxing."

"Sorry, I don't do art."

She lifts my head to look at her. "I have known you since you could do art. You probably don't remember me, but I remember you."

"With all that make-up I don't recognize your face."

She squints at me, "I see you have jokes, huh?"

"Yeah, so why do you wear so much anyway?"

"Insecurity."

"Why?"

"I feel like people would pick on me if they knew what I look like underneath this make-up. I'm hideous."

I smile, "You're beautiful."

She smiles back, "Thanks, but can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Did you skip breakfast today? Your stomach has been growling all day."

I giggle, "You noticed?"

"Everyone noticed. It sounded like a whale singing."

"I did skip eating. For almost two days. I was going to eat today, but I had to save you from being jumped."

"Seriously?" she laughs, "I should just hit you for being so dumb."

"Dumb is such a mean word." I pouted.

She smiled, "Too bad. But let's ask the nurse for food. I need to eat too. I've been on a diet for a week, and I'm dying for a burger."

"Same here, I want bacon on mine."

We were talking for so long, and I didn't even notice I was still on top of her. I was so busy talking and laughing with her that it slipped my mind. After we ate our food, the nurse sent her back to class with a note, and I helped walk her to class just in case those boys had plans to come back.

We stood outside her building, and we were saying our goodbyes since we had no classes together, other than homeroom. She stopped me from leaving, she held my hand, she looked nervous, but before I could say anything-she got on her tippy toes and kissed my cheek. She let go of my hand and went inside her classroom. I felt my face where she kissed. It was tingling. Not in a bad way, but it made my face burn up. I could feel my heart speed up making my chest hurt. The hell was this? Love? Can't be...I don't even know her like that.

As I walked to my class, I remembered her saying 'I remember you, but you don't remember me.'

What did she mean by that? I know my childhood was rough but I would never forget a face. Now that I think about it, she did sound like she knew me a little too well. As if I met her before in my childhood. The way she described me back then was if...she was there.

Why can't I seem to remember her face?