I'm Unbroken. ~(Sequel to I'm Not Leaving)

Chapter 1.

I barged the door down to my history class, and was faced with an entire class room of teenagers, familiar at that, who were staring at me up and down, before looking to the teacher who looked just as shocked as them.

"Ms Lopez, you are late." Mr Smith spoke, with a stern voice.

"Yeah, yeah." I spat, scanning the class for an empty seat, preferably next to Becca. When my eyes met hers, I smiled, walked over and plopped myself down in the seat next to her. She never looked at me, nor said a word to me. Already off, to such a great start.

  "Damn nerd, you have gotten some class since last year."  Matt laughed, with his friends. I turned around and faced him, smirking. 

"I know, thank you." 

"Ms Lopez, we were just talking about the history of our ancestors. Know anything about that?" Mr Smith asked, he had my attention now."Ms Lopez-" 

"Quit calling me that. Damn. My name is Santana, you know how to say that? Or you wants me to spell it out for you, cause I really wouldn't mind doing so if it helps get it through your thick head. Now, if I were to know anything about this damn history bull crap, I would have raised my hand and put you to the test. But I didn't have my hand raised, therefore, I don't know nothing. So how abouts you leave me alone, and get back to teaching us all about people who died thousands of years ago, just so you can receive a pay check, so you can afford to feed you and your mangy cat?" I snapped and the class made 'ohhh' and 'ahhhh' sounds. Mr Smith looked shocked, as did probably the whole class considering last year, I never would have said anything like that to a teacher.

"Santana Lopez." The voice said from beside me after the teacher began questioning other students. I looked up, and smiled, then shrugged my shoulders as if to say 'yeah that's me'. "I'm Becca. Becca Ryans." 

"I know." I smiled. I met you in my dream, I should've said.

"You got some words, girl." She smirked. I smiled back, the opened my book, pretending to do something.

"Yo, Becca. Don't talk to the-"

"Matt, shut the fuck up." I cut him off, by speaking totally flat, with no expression. It shut him up though, and I received some great looks from my class mates, including Becca who was overly impressed.

  "You should sit with me at lunch, unless you have plans with someone else?" Becca asked. Oh how much this is like my dream was.

"Ill sit with you." I assured her with a smile.

I sat through history, anxious as hell for lunch time. I need to find Hannah before any more of the day goes by. She is literally the key to the world before me. I mean, she was, but now I have Becca, do I really need Hannah? I mean, I don't want to risk it, so I may as well befriend her.  

Finally, the lunch bell rang, and I piled my gear into my bag faster than anyone else in the room, and that of course, got the attention of Becca who smirked. "You a bit keen for lunch?"

I stood up, throwing my bag over my shoulder. "I just need to find someone. I'll meet you in there?"

She nodded. With that, I took long strides over to the cafe. She must be here somewhere, surely. I walked through the main doors, and just like my dream, the cafe was packed with hormonal teenagers. I pushed my way through the crowd, to where I met Hannah in my dream and dragged her out. Except this time, she was with a group of people.

Fuck.

This is going to make it a lot harder than I thought. 

I walked right up to the group, and smiled at one of the girls who was telling a story about god only knows what, I wasn't paying that much attention. I turned to Hannah who looked terrified. I guess I would too if it was my first day at a new school. I tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump.

"Hey Hannah," I smiled.

She let out a nervous laugh, "Hi?"

"I'm Santana, I see you're new here?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Well, let me tell you. You are hanging out with the wrong group of people here. If you want boys to drool over you, and to be throwing the best, bomb ass parties, then you should come sit over with me and my friends." I pointed over to the table which consisted of cheerleaders and jocks. 

Hannah nodded, and smiled, then looked to the group she was with. I took a minute to check out their appearance as well, and boy, a bunch of nerds. She is way too pretty to be hanging out with them. I flicked my head as if to tell her to follow me, which she did. 

I led her over to the table, and Becca stood up with her arms out. She pulled Hannah into an embrace before introducing herself. "I'm Becca."

"Hannah." Hannah chocked out, scanning the table full of people that were all a year older than her, little did she know, she was going to be one of the most popular in the group. In the school even. Becca sat down, then shifted over for Hannah and I to join her. 

One of the boys, Nathan if I remember correctly from my dream, was looking at the both of us up and down. I rolled my eyes, and mentally slapped myself for knowing exactly what was going to happen and when. 

"Oh Nathan, quit checking them out." Becca smirked. "So, Hannah. Where do you come from?" We all turned our attention to Hannah. I however, was not interested in this conversation at all, because I had heard it all before.

"I- uh, well. I came from Newcastle." Hannah spoke and Becca nodded. 

"Newcastle to Ohio?" Nathan laughed and Becca joined. Hannah nodded then shifted uncomfortably.

"So, gals. We should hang out, after school some time." Becca said, now it begins.

"This weekend?" Hannah asked and Becca nodded.

"Santana's house?" Becca asked.

"I'll ask mom tonight." I sighed. 

I guess reliving every moment I experience in my dream, is going to be a lot harder, and annoying as I thought. I literally feel as though I am a fortune teller, or like I'm just predicting everything. I don't really know exactly what it is that I am feeling, but it is confusing and I don't like it one bit. I hate the fact that it was all just a dream. I still feel these strong connections for the blonde girl I was in love with. Her name, had now left my mind, and I couldn't put together many memories of her anymore, which was bringing me so much pain.

How did my memories of my dream fade away so quickly?

(Hello, I couldn't wait to upload this! I was going to wait for a while, but I am just too excited. Comment your thoughts please lovelies xx I have also decided that I will ask for a number of votes before I upload the next chapter, only for the first few chapters anyway just like I did for I'm Not Leaving, so for this one, three comments, and three votes for the next chapter.)