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Mira found herself pacing in the bathroom. She checked to make sure that the stall were empty before speaking to Laurette.

"What do you think she wants?"

The girl remained quiet, watching Mira calmly. Mira stopped pacing and looked over to Laurette.

"Well?"

"I can't say for sure. She didn't sound angry. She did sound rather upset, however. Gosh I loved seeing her again."

Mira groaned dramatically and marched over to cage the apparition between the mirror and sink.

"Laurette, I need you're help. Your sister wants to meet me alone and she might try to kill me. I need your help in coming up with words to appease her or I'm going to hurt her in the long run."

"You won't hurt Everly," Laurette said softly with a smile then caressed Mira's cheek, "its always been that way, hasn't it?"

Mira glared, knowing she was right. She held back tears and stood fully to compose herself.

"It's okay to cry, you big baby."

Mira ignored the remark and just left the restroom. She paid no attention to her surroundings, however, and neglected to see Dean until he tapped her on the shoulder.

"Here." The girl looked at the bag in his hand and saw it was hers. She looked at the bag she possessed and saw that, instead of maroon, it was black.

"I wanted to say something but it looked like you wouldn't listen to me."

Mira glared at Laurette, who was now behind Dean, draped around his shoulders. She learned his name in class when Gina threw a note at her forehead, telling her to stay away from him.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for the mix up."

Dean grunted in response before going past her. She rolled her eyes and went to go to her locker.

Everly couldn't focus in her classes. Her thoughts were on one particular red headed fire ball. For two years she'd managed to forget about the pain she felt. Now all of those emotions crashed down on her all at once. The anger, the sadness and grief, and even a small bit of happiness. The emotions were powerful. Her sadness clashed with her anger for dominance and based on whatever Mira had to say, one of her emotions would take over and she would take action.

Lunch time rolled around and Mira was sitting alone. She was eating some type of odd fried chicken wrap that the school was giving out and it tasted amazing, easing her skepticism.

She had just finished eating and was about to go explore when two girls and two guys came to her table. They sat down, got comfortable, and stared at her in awe. Mira watched each of them then glared before hitting the table, spooking them.

"Can I help you or whatever? The staring is making my skin crawl."

"I'm sorry," one of the guys said, "we just had to see if the rumors were true." He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was quite handsome also.

"Apparently the new girl put the Lady Three in their place today and we just had to see you for ourselves."

Mira looked at the girl, who just spoke, with confusion. She had pigtails with bows in them and some type of weird dress on.

"Are you a loli or something," she asked her but was ignored. The next girl to speak up had a more serious face and attitude. She wore rectangle framed glasses that she adjusted before speaking.

"Were you intimidated by them at all? Was it just a brave front since you were new? If that's the case no one will hold it against you."

"There is seriously a hype over me not moving from a seat? Jeez you all have no life, huh?"

"The news is our life," the other boy began. He had dyed, soft pink hair and sported an ascot, "and you telling the Lady Three no? That, dear one, is a headliner."

"We're in the newspaper club," the first boy began, "we only report raw facts in our papers. We go to the source and if it is considered genuinely personal information we don't pry. That's the way it all works."

He stuck out his hand for her to shake, "I am Reginald Fletcher but I hate that name so I go by Reg."

Mira shook his hand and he pointed to the Loli, "this is Megan Hoyt." She waved animatedly and he pointed to the other girl.

"She's-"

"My name is Virginia Baker, vice president of the club."

Mira nodded and looked to the last boy.

"Dunstin Drake."

"I think their adorable," Laurette said from beside her, her elbows on the table as she smiled at the four.

Mira was about to reply but the five looked behind her with fright. She was about to turn around and see what was happening but a cold liquid poured on her head. She gasped in surprise before the carton was emptied and tossed on her head.

"That should get the message across the stay out of our way," Gina stated, high fiving Jena. Mira saw the last girl snapping photos and the pink haired boy recording but she didn't register it.

"Mira don't do this," Laurette pleaded but Mira wasn't having it. She stood and turned to face off with Gina. Her eyes snapped to Jena and then Everly who looked blanked face but she could see right through Everly. She saw the worry in her eyes but it didn't matter. She looked back to Gina with a glare that could shake a lion.

"I don't know who you think ya are in that delusional world ya built but you aren't the center of this one. You don't know who yer dealin' with girly and ya've made the wrong enemy."

Everly heard Mira's accent and it confirmed her worries. She was livid now and would probably become violent.

"Guys, lets leave before the teacher-"

Gina held a hand up to stop Everly from speaking and stepped closer to Mira, all the while not breaking eye contact.

"Look," she began, "you're new and I get that so let me tell you the rules. You're trash, we aren't. We're rich. You aren't. We are beauties while you're... an intresting combination to say the most. The point is that you need to stay out of our way and-"

Mira turned away to gasp for air, as if she were holding her breathe.

"I'm sorry," she said as she gasped, "I couldn't hold my breath longer. Its just... You're breath smells a little heady today. Did you just finish sucking dick?"

Snickers were heard from beside them as Gina went to smell her breath but a glare from Jena stopped them.

"Anyways, let me introduce me'self then. The name is Amira Scott. I'm a senior at this high school now and I don't fear you in the least. So why don't we cut this conversation here over a nice lunch?"

Mira grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes from one of the news paper club member's tray placed it on Gina's head.

"There ya go. A nice conditioner for ya."

Jena pushed Mira but she caught herself and was about to punch her but she was stopped by someone. She was about to swing at the person with her free hand but he turned her around and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her out of the cafeteria kicking and screaming.

Dean walked around until she finally calmed down, which was about ten minutes. He then decided to go to his locker and grab his spare hoodie, a towel, a comb, and shampoo before going to the bathrooms. He entered the girls bathroom and glared at the three girls applying makeup, making them leave.

"That wasn't very nice of you," Mira told him as he put her down. Dean then took off both of her jackets before she could think about it and turned on the sink before putting her head under the water.

"What the hell are ya doin' ya areshole!?"

"Calm down, Red. I'm just washing your damn head." Mira was about to protest but Dean's fingered began to massage her scalp, working out the mystery liquid in her hair.

"Sweet Annie that fe'ls too good."

Dean chuckled and continued his task. Once finished, he dried her hair by ruffling it under the towel, even as Mira protested.

"Don't worry about anything for now," he told her, "it's my fault they targeted you so I'll take responsibility for it." He paused to lift the towel slightly but knew it was a mistake when he made eye contact with her. It was as if time paused. The scowl on her face stirred something in him because it made him want to kiss away the creases on her forehead then her pouting lip.

"I could have done it myself," Mira said crossing her arms.

Dean sighed and finally looked away to dry her hair more.

Once Dean had finished combing her hair thoroughly and putting it back in a ponytail, he put his hoodie on her.

Mira felt it envelope her with his scent, easing her a bit.

"Thanks," she told him, "honestly its not your fault."

Her accent was no longer thick, which relieved yet disappointed him. He found himself wanting to hear it more but not see her angry. The two left the restroom only for Mira to come face to face with Everly. She had a spare school jacket in her hand and a suprised look on her face.

Dean was about to stand between them but Mira stopped him and grabbed Everly, dragging her into the bathroom. She looked to Dean and he nodded, understanding to wait outside.

When the two were alone Mira let go of Everly and faced you.

"What did you want to talk about?"

The blond straightened her shoulders and held out the jacket for her to take.

"The school policy is to have on the blazer. I got you an extra one."

Mira looked to the blazer then to Everly before taking it and folding it to drape it on her arm. Everly sighed then folded her arms.

"Fine, I want to know why you came back."

Mira scoffed then turned away from her.

"If you think I'm here to ruin your life then you can sleep easy. My dad was transferred here for work."

Everly grabbed Mira by the shoulder and turned her around so they would be eye to eye.

"Don't you dare turn your back on me. You owe me that respect at least."

The red head gave a humorless chuckle and gave a meaningless smile.

"I owe you? What do I owe you, ms. Lady Three? It seems you have everything in your palms already."

"Really, Amira? Can't you be mature for on-"

"Sure, Everly. Let's be mature in a high school bathroom about the past, huh?"

"Mira, stop it!" Mira looked to Laurette but looked back to Everly.

"Let's talk about how I killed your sister, you know... Maturely."

Everly's stance hardened right and she took a step forward.

"Mira you are overstepping your boundaries."

"Oh am I now? I thought we were being mature."

Mira stepped forward now and hardened her eyes.

"Everly, we have nothing to talk about. Lets just stay out of each others way and life from now on, alright?"

Before she could reply, Mira was out of the restroom, walking past Dean. He heard Everly call for her but decided that none of it was his business and walked away.

After school was over, Mira found herself in the gym running. She would always run before going home when she was upset over something.

"Mira, you've been running for thirty minutes straight," Laurette told her, "lets take a break and-"

Mira tried to run past the apparition but Laurette was then in front of her.

"You are going to end up passing out, Amira! Just take a break!"

Mira yelled in frustration but stopped nevertheless.

"Why do you always do this, Laurette," she asked, "you are always here when I know you're dead. I killed you myself!"

"Mira-"

"No. I killed you. I mocked you when you needed me most. I became like those kids I protected you from because it was funny."

"Don't do that, Amira."

"Do what? Tell the truth?"

A throat cleared, startling Mira but she glared when she saw Dean laying on the bleachers.

"Do you always talk to yourself or is it just a phase?"

Mira marched over to the bottom seat of the bleachers.

"Why are you following me around," she asked.

"No one is following you around, mi'lady. Don't flatter yourself." Mira marched up the steps to his side and folded her arms.

"So explain why you're here then; since you weren't following me that is."

Dean scoffed and ignored her. This ticked Mira off and she went to tap his shoulder.

"Don't ignore me-ah!"

In a blink, Mira was beneath Dean in the bleacher. He was so close to her that she froze. Dean watched as her cheeks began to turn red with a blush. He leaned closer and closer until their lips were breaths apart.

"Don't ever touch me, got it?"

His words snapped her back to reality and she pushed him away from her and moved away from him.

"Screw you, arsehole."

Dean watched as she got up and left. He stopped himself from asking her about her earlier conversation on the court by teasing her the way he did but it backfired because he found himself about to kiss her.

As Mira walked home, her mind couldn't get over the fact that Dean looked as if he were going to kiss her and she was going to let him.

"He is a cutie cup," Laurette said from beside her.

"I don't even know him!"

"Some people kiss on the first date, you know. You don't have to know him to be attracted to his face and his body an-"

"Alright I get the bloody point!"

As the girl's mind focused on her own delima, she almost failed to realize that someone was sobbing loudly. She looked over and saw a girl around her age standing on the side rails of a bridge. Her hair was brown and fluffy but tied in a top ponytail while half of her hair remained loose and draped down over her shoulders. Her glasses were huge and circular but her eyes couldn't be seen yet. She also had on the same school uniform as Mira had. Before she could stop herself, the Irish girl stopped behind her and spoke.

"And what the hell are you doin'?"

The girl whipped her head around to face Mira and her eyes widened. Mira was shocked by her eyes, one was blue and the other was green. She didn't show her shock, though, and went to stand on the rail next to her.

"What? Cat got yer tongue?"

"W-why are you here," the girl asked. Her voice was softer than butterfly wings, adding to her beauty.

"So I take it you go to my school then," Amira answered, ignoring her question. The girl pouted and Amira pulled out a blow pop and unwrapped it.

"I- I sit behind you and Dean Evans."

The Irish girl looked at her and nodded before looking back out at the freezing water.

"Your name?"

There was a moment of silence before the timid girl spoke up.

"Elizbeth Walker."

Laurette smirked at Mira to which she ignored.

"Well, Elizbeth Walker, you are officially an idiot."

Laurette's eyes widened and Elizbeth mirrored her.

"W-what? I-"

"You were going to kill yourself, right?"

The girl remained silent and the Celtic girl scoffed.

"You offing yourself is gonna do what, exactly? Make those big bad bullies leave you alone?"

"It's not just the bullies! My step mom hates to look at me and my dad-"

"Oh boo fucking hoo!"

"Amira-"

Mira grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pulled her off of the rail.

"You have the options to either embrace who you are and what you are or you can let everyone win. What will killing yourself do? Month one, the school will offer counseling to the students, hold a meeting about suicide, build a memorial alter to appease your parents as they grieve and the students will still be talking about the weird girl with the two colored eyes. In a year, maybe less, you'll be a ghost story for the students to scare each other. You're either haunting a library or a basement. Maybe even this bridge. They won."

Mira looked at the crying girl and sighed, letting her go.

"Killing yourself won't help you do anything but permenantly run away."

She looked at Laurette who just gave a sad smile then back to her classmate.

"I'm gonna call you Liz. Your name is a mouth full. The best you can do in your situation is to tell everyone to fuck off and embrace that part of you. You're cute, probably smart. You may find friends, or someone to love you romantically."

Liz nodded and wiped her face of tears. Once calm enough she looked to Mira and gave a sad smile.

"Sorry," she said. Mira rolled her eyes and began walking backwards.

"Go home and tell your parents how you feel. Maybe its not what you think."

Elizbeth watched as she turned to walk home and huffed, dreading the conversation with her parents.

Amira arrived home from school and saw Sheila on the floor, pictures surrounding her and a half eaten sub in her hand. The woman looked up at her and light filled her weary eyes.

"Amira, thank you God!"

"What's going on," Mira asked walking over to inspect the photos.

"I don't know what to do! My sister is supposed to do this but... You know."

There were pictures of different foods on one side of her, pictures of dresses on the other, and different colors behind her.

"I don't know what to do!"

The red head got on her knees and looked over the pictures. She began with the foods and pulled out five dishes and three appetizers. Sheila didn't know that Amira and her father had stayed in contact with her sister, Helen, while they were feuding. A few weeks before they moved, Helen had taken their mother's dress and said that she donated it when, in all actuality, she was having it altered for Sheila as a surprise. Neither Mira or Jerry believed the older sister when she told them that Sheila would hate her.

"These look promising enough."

Mira slide over to the colors and scanned them before picking out the two that Helen had told her.

"Peach and turquoise," Sheila asked.

Mira shrugged and slide to the dress section. She scanned through them longer than she had the others before collecting them all.

"I have to go through these myself. I'm going to surprise you."

Sheila blinked twice while Mira stood to leave.

"W-wait! I have to be fitted and-"

"I know your measurements, Sheila. I took them while you slept."

Mira escaped the living room and made her way up the stairs. Once in her room she sighed and placed the photos on her nightstand. She sat on her bed and thought on the days events with a heavy sigh.

"You just gonna stare or say something," she asked the apparition.

"Well, I have nothing to say so I'll just stare like a creep."

Mira snorted and looked at her.

"Well you are a creep. You used to sneak in the house and take a few of my dad's underwear-"

"What? Your dad is hot!"

The girl cringed at the thought before closing her eyes.

"I just want everything to just stop for an hour," she said, feeling sleep slowly wash over her.

"That's what naps are for."

Mira snorted and rolled her eyes as they remained closed. Soon after, she let sleep envelope her.