Chapter 2:
Elliot's POV
"Isabelle Crow."
I smiled and sat down pulling out a notebook and a pencil. Even though I'm the 'bad' boy of the school, I make sure to have everything for class. Which still shocks people, hence why Isabelle is looking at me weirdly. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her with confusion. Then, I looked down at her spot and saw that there was nothing on her desk.
"You need a piece of paper and pencil?" I asked.
"Uh, yes please. I forgot it this morning; I was in a big rush." Belle said as she kind of put her head down, letting her hair fall in front of her face.
I ripped out a piece of paper and pulled a pencil out of my backpack.
"Here. Just try not to mooch off anyone else on your first day here." I said winking.
She rolled her eyes and snatched the supplies from me. She seems quiet but also spunky. I like spunky. I situated myself in the desk and waited for the teacher to call my name for roll call.
"Isabelle Crow?" Mrs. Hough asked.
"Here." She said somewhat quiet.
"Oh! You're the new student. Where did you move from?" The teacher asked.
"Uhm.. S-St. Marysville." Belle stuttered.
"Hm.. Never heard of it."
After she moved on, everyone turned to look back at her. I glared at every single one of them. They turned around very quick. Except the girls, they got this jealous look in their eyes. What the hell do they have to be jealous about? They all know I don't like them.
"Elliot Lakerfield?"
"Here!"
Some girls turned and sighed. You know, sometimes it gets really annoying when they do it. I love the attention, but seriously, do they HAVE to sigh?
Izzie's POV
He is totally perfect. He has the dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. You can tell he is well off, money wise, and girl wise. Elliot is really nice but you can tell there is some mysterious stuff going on in his life. He might be a perfect guy at school, then go home and be a bad boy. I don't know. All I know is that I have to just keep to myself again because I know I won't be here long.
My asshole of a father will move again because someone will find out about him, or we will just get too settled in. When Mrs. Hough said she didn't know where St. Marysville was I chuckled internally. Of course she didn't, it was basically in the middle of no where, just how my dad liked it. Which is why he picked this town. It's not in the middle of nowhere, but it's close enough. The next town over is at least an hour away. GREAT, SO MUCH FUN. Can you feel my excitement?
Some people classify me as one of the quiet people. But, I'll stick up for myself and joke around with people I know. I can be sarcastic but also really shy. Which kind of confuses people. I've learned to just sit back, and be quiet over the years. If I drew attention to myself, my dad would flip shit.
I sighed as the teacher began to go over what we would be learning about for the next couple of months. I hate math. But, I always seem to get it somehow. I guess it's because I don't really have anything to do but go to school. So I just take advantage of it. I peeked over my hair a little and saw Elliot staring at me. He smirked and looked back at the teacher. Yup, totally perfect. This only made me hate him a little bit more.
"Pssstt." I heard a whisper.
"What?" I whispered back at Elliot.
"Lemme see your schedule."
"Why?" I asked, eyeing him wearily.
"Because I want to see if we have any classes together, other than this one." He said in a 'duh' tone.
"Fine." I said handing him my schedule.
He snatched it from me, scanning through all the classes. I picked up how many classes I had with him. Almost every, single, one; because he nodded each time.
"We have every hour together besides last hour! Every day." Elliot spoke.
"Yay.." I said sarcastically.
"Oh shut up, you know you are happy about that."
"Uhm, no."
"Yes." He smirked.
I chuckled and ignored him turning back to the teacher. This shall be interesting. I smiled softly as I thought about going to each class with him. Maybe I'll actually make a few friends at this school. But, that only made me worry a little bit more. I can't get too close to anyone. Once we become friends, they'll start asking questions. Questions I won't be able to answer. Questions that I can't answer. I shook those thoughts out of my head.
"Hey, do you know when soccer try outs are?" I asked him.
"Yeah, you interested?"
"No.. I just asked for no reason." I smiled.
"Ha Ha. So funny," He said sarcastically, "Yes, there actually this Friday at 4, after school on the soccer field."
"Sweet. Thanks."
"No problem."
I smiled thinking about playing on the team. Not to brag or anything, but I am pretty good at soccer. Every school I've been to has let me on the team immediately. I'm a really good forward and I'm pretty fast. It sucks that I can't be on a team permanently though. The bell rang, which shook me out of my thoughts.
"You wanna walk to class together?" Elliot asked as we stood from our seats.
"I guess." I shrugged.
My plan is to keep to myself, and say the least amount of words I can. Don't want to start anything.
"Okay, so where's your locker?" He asked.
"Uhm.. 799." I said.
He nodded his head and walked me towards my locker. I noticed the glares I was getting from half the student body. I put my head down and kept walking, ignoring all the stares. Maybe it was a bad thing to let him walk me to my locker.
Elliot's POV
She is so cute. But, I could tell she was holding back. 'Shut up Elliot' I thought. You just met her today! Of course she wouldn't open up. Gosh, I'm so stupid. I just can't help it. I've never felt this way about a girl in my entire life. Yeah, I've dated girls. But nothing like her. She likes soccer, is nice, spunky, and sarcastic. Exactly what I like. Maybe I should keep it on the down low, because from the looks of the people in my school, they hate her. Okay, now I REALLY sound gay, but again, I am not.
I notice Belle put her head down from all the glares. So I decided to glare back, slow down, and wrap my arm around her shoulders. She stiffened underneath my hold and blushed a little. I chuckled softly, and sauntered to her locker. Once I found it I dropped my arm and opened her locker for her.
I watched as she grabbed her books for English and walked off, leaving me alone. I smirked; this is going to be an interesting rest of the year. How does she even know where to go?
"You don't even know where you're going." I smirked, following her.
"Yes I do. I'm going to English." She said sternly.
"Oh yeah?" I said.
"Yeah."
"Well, you're going the wrong way." I laughed.
"Shut up." She growled.
"Whatever just follow me." I said simply.
I heard her groan, but obeyed and followed me. I smirked, loving that she was angry. I'm going to drive her crazy. 'Insert evil laugh.' We walked into the room and sat down. She sat all in the way in the back, 2 seats over from me, so I scooted down those two seats. She glared at me and shook her head. I heard the teacher walk in when the bell rang. I've always like Mr. Roy. He was a great teacher. But is pretty strict. He was going through roll call when he got to me I said here and continued to look out the window. It was raining, so it made me tired. But it also meant, we didn't have to run outside for basketball. Hallelujah.
I looked over at Belle and she had he hair put up into a ponytail, out of her face. But there was this one strand that was loose. My hand itched as I wanted to put it out of her face. But that would just be creepy.
"Isabelle Crow?" Mr. Roy asked.
"Here." She said softly.
"Are you having a good first day here?" He asked.
"Yes, sir."
"That's good. Well I wish you the best of luck." Mr. Roy smiled.
Belle smiled back too, nodding her head in agreement.
"Can I call you Belle?" I asked.
She cringed.
"No." She.
"Why?" I asked, curious. But as soon as I did, I wished I hadn't. She looked uncomfortable.
"Twilight." She lied.
"How about Izzie?"
"That would be fine." She smiled softly.
I nodded and looked to the front of the classroom. Why did she cringe? I could clearly see she was lying about the twilight thing.
"Well class, I hope you like who you're sitting by, because for the next 3 months, you will be partnered with them." Mr. Roy announced.
I smiled and looked at her charmingly. She looked at me with wide eyes.
"No." She whispered.
"Yes." I wiggled my eyebrows and whispered.
"Just shoot me." She groaned.
"Well what would be the fun in that?" I smirked.
She hit her head on the desk, second time I shot out my hand it put it in between her head and the desk. I smirked and tried to contain my laughter at her discomfort. This will definitely be an interesting year.
Sorry for the slow update! But, I hope you like this chapter! Been crazy busy with school. This chapter is a little longer than the last one. But the last one only got 1 vote, so I didn't think I needed to update it so soon. Anyway, what do you think about it? VOTE PLEASE. It would mean the world to me! What do you think is wrong with Izzie's dad? Leave your thoughts below!
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