Chapter Fifteen

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"I can't believe all the snow melted overnight." Madison grumbled.

"I don't mind. My socks got wet and I almost slipped several times in the past few days." I replied, raising my eyes from the chemical equations in my textbook and found a deep frown etched across her delicate features.

"You're no fun." She pouted, and laid her head down on her desk. She looked up at me and opened her mouth as if to say something, then narrowed her eyes at me when she noticed my attention held elsewhere.

Over the past few days I had developed a bad habit of staring at Isobel longingly from across the room when she wasn't looking. I hadn't even noticed until Madison pointed it out. Several times.

"Talia, you need to move on." She whispered, sitting up again. I reluctantly tore my gaze away from Isobel.

I rolled my eyes. "If only it was that easy."

"It would be if you just tried!" She exclaimed. "You can't keep being so miserable over this." I decided not to answer. She huffed and slumped into her chair, returning her attention to the work at hand. I stole another glace at Isobel across the room and sighed.

Moving on, yeah, right. As if anyone could move on from Isobel. She tucked her hair behind her ear and bent down to write something in her notebook, her tongue sticking out in concentration. I looked away.

I yawned, partly because chemistry was sucking the life out of me, and partly because we had stayed out so late ice skating yesterday. I was pretty much exhausted.

Luckily today was the last day of school for almost a week, and I'd be able to catch up on all my lost sleep. I closed my eyes, silently willing the clock to move faster so the bell would ring and I'd be free to go to my last and favorite class, art.

A few minutes later it did, and I sent up a silent thank you to whoever was listening up there. I practically bolted out, feeling like I had been bailed out of prison.

A couple hours later, I was walking into the library to meet Astrid. Today was the last time we'd meet for a while because of the short thanksgiving break, so I wanted to cram in as much as possible. Mid terms were just over a month away, and for some reason I really wanted her to do well. Probably because I had invested so much time into tutoring her.

I waved at the librarian with a smile and went to sit at our usual table. She seemed to be running late today, so I pulled out the history text book and began going over the points we would be covering today.

A few minutes later, the chair in front of me scrapped across the floor and she fell into it, looking exactly the way she always did. All black, lots of leather, typical frown and her hair a mess of soft-looking curls.

I smiled at her brightly. "Hi!"

She shot me a bored look and crossed her arms. "Hey."

"Alright, we're going to go over the stuff we did last time quickly then we'll move onto the next topic."

She nodded and leaned forwards, peering at the text book.

I had just finished going over the events of the US-Vietnam war when my phone pinged. I pulled it out with a slight frown, wondering who could be texting me. I saw Isobel's name and rushed to open the text.

Hey! Mom won't stop asking what we should bring when we come over day after tomorrow so I though I'd ask :D

I sighed, a sinking feeling of disappointment going through me. Even with everything that had happened, I still had a tiny, stupid little glimmer of hope that she'd take back the things she'd said every time I saw her face or her name on my phone. I knew I should give it up already, she had made her feelings perfectly clear.

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