Are You My Red String Of Fate?

|3|First Meet

Isla POV
We just both sat in the rocky path, waiting for one of both of us to speak.

It wasn't awkward at all.

Until, he started "softly" slapping me with the palm of his hand on my right arm.

"Owwww," I complained, "That's child abuse."

"Does it look like I care?" He asked, still slapping me on my right arm.

{Note: Isla's age but 1 year older. So 12}

I was waiting for his mom to come, "Earl" now softly slapping my arm. We were still on the dirty rocky road. I coudn't care any less. So, I just took out my phone and checked my feed, in my left hand.

"30 minutes ago", a post where Isaac and Skye posing. Skye having her right arm on Isaac's shoulder, looking at Isaac. Isaac, standing straight but looking at Skye.

When will someone look at me like that?

I sighed.

"Who's that I see?" "Earl asked, softly tapping my arm now.

I stood up and walked away.

"My name is EARL BY THE WAY," Earl yelled crescendoing (getting louder), as I got further and further away from him.

How can a guy be so mean, naughty, weird, and nice in one day?

I went back to my house and went upstairs where my bed was. I dropped myself onto the bottom bunk bed, tired just thinking what happened. I'll skip dinner for now. I got up from my bed, still slouching. I got in the bathroom and took a shower, got in my pajamjams (pajama's) and brushed my teeth.

Today was so embarrassing.

Just thinking about it, makes me want to kill myself. Wether it was, the shoe or the running or Earl.

Earl's POV
Why was she walking away from me? Anyways, I stood still, hoping that she would come back. She didn't.

"My name is EARL BY THE WAY," I yelled crescendoing (getting louder), as she got further and further away from me.

I never felt so hurt before.

Why? It's a just a girl that you met, 43 minutes ago. Anyways, I decided to go home because I have a party to go to tomorrow, for my mom's friend.

I dropped my self down onto my bouncy bed. Oh dude. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. I looked down.

MY SHOES!!!!!!

PLEASE TAKE ME, NOT MY SHOES.

There... Is... A... Scratch... On... My... Shoe.

That girl will PAY!

Isla POV

I checked my Instagram account, sitting down on the black sofa. I'm not the type of girl who posts daily, weekly. I'm the type who posts monthly. Jokes. Yearly.

I'm very self-conscious.

My Instagram account is private because I'm scared of strangers. Also, I don't like meeting people from the Internet, it's weird. What am I saying? I meet loads of brand new people on the Internet.