The next time someone called Isaac his friend, Jared didn’t say anything to deny it. It was his form tutor Mr Oliver, in their weekly check-the-students-in-my-form-aren’t-completely-crushed-by-work-or-in-Jared’s-case-making-too-much-trouble meeting.
“We’ve all noticed an improvement in your behavior,” said Mr Oliver cautiously, peering up from his notes. “Maybe Hanly’s a good friend for you.” He paused, took a nervous sip of coffee. “A good influence.”
“Oh no,” said Jared, smirking slightly. “Isaac’s the biggest rebel you’ll ever meet. I mean, yesterday he got into school like seven minutes late.”
Mr Oliver laughed timidly, startled, blinking behind his glasses.
“Don’t worry,” continued Jared reassuringly. “I’ve got him under control.”
--------o--------
And maybe he was just in a really fucking good mood or something. Because later that day, as he and Isaac hit the cafeteria and Isaac started to rant about the gross toastie fillings (“like, frankfurter, who puts frankfurter in a toastie?!”), Jared turned and said,
“Isaac.”
“Yes Jared,” said Isaac, pausing his tirade.
“I think you’re my friend now.”
Isaac rolled his eyes, throwing both hands up in a ‘I give up what is this world’ gesture.
“Oh my god, no shit Sherlock. Now can you just agree with me about these freakin frankfurters-”
YOU ARE READING
Invincible
Teen Fiction"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared c...
