My High School Life [Rewritten - Ongoing]

19. [Thomas]

For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about Izzy—so much that I even woke up extra early just to catch a glimpse of her. There was something familiar about her, but I didn't know what. She was definitely a feisty one though—if that kick yesterday was anything to go by. And yet, I still wanted to get to know her, as stupid as that sounds. Hell, it's only the second day, and I'm already liking her more than Rachel.

"Surprise to see you here, Tom," Gabe said as he walked over. "You're never early."

"I needed to do some stuff," I lied easily, eyeing the entrance as I spoke. I couldn't miss her.

"What stuff?" he questioned, with furrowed brows.

"Just stuff." If Gabe knew I was only here to see a girl, he'll tease the living shit out of me for it. Especially if he knew that girl was Izzy. He'll probably even start singing, "I told you so".

"Fine, don't tell me."

I nodded at him, even though I knew he was dying on the inside. I completely zoned out a second later. Looking back at the gate, only a couple of cars drove through, and none of them were Izzy's. Knowing that it was probably around half past seven, she should be pulling up soon. From what I could tell, she seemed like the type of student who's quite stud—

"Did you even hear what I'd just said?" Gabe yelled, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Something about Rachel?" I guessed, vaguely remembering hearing her name.

He shook his head at me, and made a tsking sound with his teeth. "Are you getting tired of her already?"

I frowned. "You know what our deal was."

"Yeah, but if you're getting tired of her, even an open relationship is a little—"

"Look." I sighed, and ran my hands through my hair. "You know Rachel, so you know exactly why I'm doing this."

"Yeah, I know—"

I didn't get to hear the rest of his sentence when Izzy's car pulled in. Automatically smiling, I patted Gabe on the back and ran over towards her. I knew if I wanted a conversation with her, I'll have to catch her before she steps out of her car. Otherwise, she'll probably run away from me.

"Hey." I knocked on her window and leaned down. She jumped slightly in her seat and looked up at me. Her eyes were wide as saucers.

"Thomas?" I saw her mumbled.

"The one and only." I cracked a smile as she rolled down her window.

"And what exactly are you doing here?" she asked.

"Talking to you." I flashed her a quick grin, trying not to lose my cool. It seems like every time I tried to talk to her, it always backfires on me and I say something stupid.

"Lucky me," she said with a roll of her eyes. My smile wavered hearing her say that. Why does she hate me so much? "Can you please step away from my car so I can actually get out?"

"Um . . . sure," I said, and stepped aside.

When the engine cut off, she hoisted herself out of her car. As she pulled her jacket towards her chest, I couldn't help but appreciate her curves and the fact that she wasn't wearing tight, revealing clothing. Most girls in our school would still be wearing ass-hugging shorts and tank-tops even when it was twenty degrees outside.

"You look beautiful today," I told her, before I could stop myself.

"Um thanks, you look . . ." She paused and gave me a quick once over, "not bad."