Untitled (Until I decide on a title)

Hey there, I'm Brystal (My account it @BrystalThornrose)! This the first book I've added to the wiki. Sadly it doesn't have a title yet, but I hope you enjoy. There will be some swearing and many characters will belong to LGBTQIA+ community, so if you don't support that, please leave before you even start reading. There are some topics talked about like depression and anxiety, so if you find the topics touchy or upsetting, please don't read on. 
For those of you that are still here, thanks for reading, and enjoy!
Also 'hey there'!! It's Isabella over here (@IsabellaStrickland)!! Brystal and I decided to work on this book together. She basically covered anything, but again, if you don't like any of the stuff we mentioned, just don't read this. Enjoy, everyone! 
- Isabella
== Chapter One - Gia ==
I sit at my desk, trying to scribble down the notes for our Algebra 2 class. Now before you jump to conclusions and decide I'm a preppy straight-A student or some sort of crap like that, let me say I am not that kinda person. The only reason I’m even in these advanced classes is because my parents made me. 
All my parents care about are my grades, and trying to prove they’re the better parent. They’re both pretty crappy parents since the only time they’re around each other, they’re fighting about something. 
The second the bell rings, I bolt out of the room, finally free for the whole weekend. My heart drops as I suddenly remember that I still have book club to attend. Again, I’m not there for enjoyment, I’m there for extra credit in English class. 
I walk towards the school library and feel a pang of jealousy towards all the kids flowing out of the school. I’m the first one in the library, besides my English teacher, obviously because I just ran down three flights of stairs to escape Algebra class while everyone else in book club took their sweet old time. 
A circle constructed out of chairs is in the middle of the room, and I take a seat at one near the corner of the room. I take out the book we had to read, ‘The Help’ by Katherine Stockett, and set it in my lap. 
I guess now is the perfect time to explain who I am, while I’m waiting for the rest of these people to get their act together and start walking faster. I am Gia Sacrove, age fifteen, a sophomore in high school, and a proud lesbian member of the school’s GSA club. It’s the only club I’m proud to be a member of, honestly. 
I glance up as a group of five annoyingly loud girls decked out with very short skirts, very fake nails, and very snobby attitudes. My friends and I call them the Plastics. I mean, they’re definitely fake like plastic, and definitely our school’s version of the Mean Girls. 
The so-called ‘leader’ of the group is Megan- tall, tan, curvy, and has all the boys head over heels (or at least most of them). Her closest ally of them all is Brittany- an athletic build with dark skin, black braids, and leader of the volleyball and girls soccer teams. 
The next one is Alexis- a mop of bushy red hair, a face covered in both freckles and a constant nasty sneer, and the most boy-crazy one of all five. The fourth is Victoria- pale skin and hair, blue eyes, the smartest of all five, but also the snobbiest. Finally, Charlotte- not much brain, but quite a bit of beauty with a head of golden curls and tiny in size and height. 
The five are well-known throughout the school, and it’s a good idea to not get on their bad side. Luckily, I haven’t done anything horrible to them yet so they don’t pay any attention to me. Yet. Because the thing about the five of them is, they don’t care what you do. One wrong move and they will ruin your life in every possible way. 
The Plastics settle themselves on the opposite end of the room- front and center. Two kids from GSA who I don’t really talk to rush in and sit a couple seats away from the Plastics together. One of them is Gemma, and she’s pansexual, and the other is DD, who’s non-binary. Last I checked, the two of them were a couple. 
A couple other Freshmen and Juniors come in, and just as my English teacher is about to begin, a girl from a lot of my classes rushes in. She takes one of the open seats and sits down next to me. 
I look at her closer. I know she’s Maylie Freigburg and she’s in a bunch of my AP classes. She’s clutching her book and shrinking into the chair, her face bright red. I guess it’s because she was late. She’s super pale, with shoulder-length pale blonde hair, purpley-blue eyes, and super tiny. 
She adjusts how she’s sitting and her book drops from where she was balancing it on her lap. We both bend down to pick it up and I grab her wrist instead of the book. She looks up, startled, and I mutter a quick apology. I let go and hand her the book. 
“I- thank you.” she whispers, turning back towards our teacher. I squint at Maylie, a small smile twisting in the corner of my mouth. 
The second the book club ends, I rush out of the library and begin walking toward the exit. As I get outside, I notice the Plastics surrounding someone and giggling. I tilt my head curiously and squint. 
It looks like someone has dropped their stuff and the Plastics decided to come over and be total assholes. Through Charlotte’s legs, I notice the book club book as one of the items on the ground. I begin striding over towards them and Megan turns around, smirking. 
“Heyyy, Gia!” Megan says sweetly. 
“What are you doing?” I ask, getting straight to the point. 
“Nothing at all!” Megan smiles. I snort and roll my eyes. I push Megan out of the way and see Maylie on the ground, tears making her eyes glassy, her face red. 
“Leave.” I say coldly. 
“Excuse me?” Megan asks incredulously. 
“Move your no-good ass and leave her alone.” I say flatly.
“For your information, I have a very nice ass.” Megan says, flipping her hair as Charlotte and Alexis nod in agreement. 
“Just leave Megan. There doesn’t need to be problems.” I repeat. 
Megan sighs, rolling her eyes, and turns on her heel, walking off. The others follow and I turn to Maylie. “Are you okay?” I ask. 
Maylie wipes her eyes hurriedly, picking up her stuff. “I’m fine. Sorry for getting you into this mess.” 
I stare at her curiously. “Why d’you just let them push you around?” 
“Because if I don’t realitate, they just end up getting bored and leave.” Maylie says quietly. She stands up quickly and turns to walk away. 
I step in front of her and ask, “Why do you want to get away from me so badly?” 
“You’re just… very intimidating.” Maylie says, looking at the concrete. I laugh a little. 
“Come with me,” I say. 
“Where?” Maylie asks nervously. 
“Shaved ice, my treat.” I say.
“You don’t need to pity me.” Maylie says, looking down again. 
“I don’t pity you. I just find you very interesting.” I reply. 
“Um, thank you for the offer, but I’m going to just head home.” Maylie says. 
“Okay then.” I say. Maylie rushes off and I sigh and think, Why is it so goddamn hard to make friends?
== Chapter Two - Maylie ==
I open the door to my house and I’m bombarded by Nikki, Cece, Axel, and Finley. I sigh and look at Nikki. “Nik, I need to do homework. Can you please not burn the house down while I’m upstairs?” I ask, sighing. 
Nikki nods as I walk upstairs and towards my bedroom. The second I’m inside, I lock the door and set my backpack next to my desk. I touch each polaroid picture strung above my bed, counting them as I go along. 
I do this every day- even though I already know how many pictures there are. If I don’t I’m awkwardly restless and eventually end up counting them all anyways. Actually, I count a lot of things. The number of throw pillows on my bed and how they’re organized, the number of hardcover books on my bookshelves… the list could go on. 
I unlock the door and peek my head out, listening to make sure everyone is safe. Every ten minutes, I have to check. If I don’t, all I do is worry about the bad things that could happen if I don’t check. 
I turn to my backpack and grab a pack of wipes. Unzipping it, I wipe down and dry off each of my notebook covers, folders, and computer. I then wipe down my desk, and rearrange my pencils so they’re perfect. By the time I’m done, it’s time to peek out of the door again and make sure everyone’s safe. 
This whole thing is a daily process- something I feel like I have to complete, or bad things will surely happen. From picking up these clues, I’m pretty sure this whole obsessive organizing and counting and checking on things is from OCD. 
I don’t actually know if I have OCD because my parents are too busy to worry about me and my life issues. There’s also the fact that they just don’t care. I turn to sit down at my desk, roll my wrist three times, and start to do my homework.
I think back to earlier, when I had those run-ins with that girl- Gia, I think Megan called her. Those little negative voices in my head suddenly begin whispering, Great job, now she thinks you’re stupid. She’d never want to be friends with you, don’t even try. Why would she even want to hang out with you? 
I grip the corner of my desk, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to shake away the voices. I mean, there’s some truth to what those tiny voices said though. Being good at social interaction isn’t really a quality of mine- I’m more awkward than anything.
My hands shake as I try to take deep breaths. I decide to clear my head and take a walk instead of counting. Somehow, five minutes into the walk I’m already counting the trees though. I end up near the school and decide to walk around. 
I should get back to make dinner for my siblings soon, but I really want to just stand here in the silence a little longer. A huge rainbow-colored poster takes up a large chunk of one of the entry doors, and I step forward to take a closer look. 
“Join the Gay-Straight Alliance today! We accept anyone and everyone! The GSA is a welcoming place for people of all genders and sexualities to meet, interact, and make friends with each other; a place to find a welcoming community! Meetings are every Friday after school!” 
It’s only after reading through the poster that I realize I don’t really think about my sexuality that much. I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m lesbian, but I’ve never actually thought more in-depth about it. 
I take a picture of the poster and start to walk home. There’s a GSA meeting tomorrow, so I could easily go and try to figure things out. I nod determinedly, continuing to talk to myself in my head as I walk home. 
“I can do this,” I whisper to myself. “A harmless meeting won’t be a problem… Right?”