9 mixed feelings

Chapter Nine 

The next day at school Luke comes up to me and Isabel just as I'm telling her about yesterday's kiss between us.

"Yeah! And then we -"

"Who's we?" Luke interrupts. I pale trying to make up some lie.

"It's nothing, Luke." I cringe at my capital f Fail. Isabel gives me a look then looks at how close Luke is and her eyes widen. Luke shifts to gain my attention but behind his back I can still see Isabel's mouth 'you kissed' with a head tilt, and I discreetly nod at her while she tries to keep her squeal quietly.

"Well, Ima get to class guys, have fun." Isabel walks with a bounce to the left smirking at me until she's out of view as we all wave goodbye. My glaring towards her gets interrupted when I feel my hands being taken hostage by much larger hands. I quickly look down, then up star struck. People were now giving us questionable stares, clearly they're just as confused as I am.

"Let's head to class." Luke says just as the bell for first hour goes off. He continues to hold one hand till we're seated and I have to try to keep my cool. I'm not used to pda and it felt weird to have everyone staring at us, but Luke seemed oblivious to it. He's probably used to it. 

Luke decides that walking hand in hand to our first class wasn't enough. He walks me to biology and I don't mind the change, but as we were saying our goodbyes, Ashton walks by, before going into the classroom he glares at my hands in Luke's. I'll definitely get on him about that. I think that was the first time I've seen him arrive to class on time too.

"So, I take it you're not going to listen to me." Ashton says as I sit at our table in the back.

"What?" I play dumb, knowing this is about before I came in.

"Luke." He says rolling his eyes.

"I don't have to take your advice." I snap. Why should I care about his opinion, the only one that matters is my opinion on Luke and if I think I should be with him. Not Ashton, Alex, or anyone else that has an issue with it.

"You'll see what I mean sooner or later." He says looking bored facing to look outside.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I say looking at him, but he chooses to act like I don't exist.

"Fine. Don't answer." I say turning back towards the front of the class.

Boys are a mystery to me, I can't tell if he's just trying to be a jerk or if he's actually jealous or something. But knowing Ashton, he's just trying to put me down. And whatever he meant about me seeing what he means sooner or later, I do not want to find out what that means. And I hope I don't. I just pray that I made one right decision in all of this.

Lunch was the same as it's always been, and of course Luke has to get extra close to me during it kinda made me feel bad for making Isabel a third wheel, but it looked like she didn't mind. She was overly excited about me and Luke together, she decided to get all intel on him.

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After a half-hour of drawing and erasing the same line on my art project, I give up and throw my pencil across the room in frustration. Groaning I decide that wasn't the best choice I could've made and walk across the room to get it. Some people in my class don't agree with my actions as they give me disapprovingly looks as I pass them, but I shrug it off. It's my problem, not theirs.

As I'm about to get down to get my pencil, a boy with crazy hair beats me to it, and I awkwardly wait for him to get it.

"You threw this at me." He says bending back up giving me a good look at him. He holds the pencil for me to take, but knowing me I make another assessment on him.

"You! You're the one that knocked down the other week!" I point at him, I wouldn't forget that hair anywhere.

"You just hurried away without so much as an apology." I accuse roughly grabbing my pencil out of his hand. He just stares at me confused.

"Well, I'm sorry for accidentally knocking you down."

"Uh-huh, you should really pay more attention to where you're walking. And I am not sorry for hitting you with my pencil." I swiftly walk away back to my table away from him. I could not believe this whole time he'd been in my class.

After the bell rings, I head towards my locker and carefully tread through the hallway afraid to get knocked down after hitting that guy with my pencil. Stupid, I know, but I can't help it.

Alex surprises me by already being up against my locker staring at me.

"Are you riding home with me today?"

"Yes, Alex. I am going home with you today."

"I was worried you were never going to let me drive you home again." Alex sighs, and I smack his chest shutting him up.

"Why can't you just be happy I have some sort of life here with friends." I say pilling my homework into my backpack and shutting my locker.

"I'm just jealous you're moving on from me, sis."

I lightly tap his pouty face and coo at him,

"Get used to it, big brother. You'll be in college soon and away from me."

"Don't remind me." He says feigning hurt.

"Come on." I roll my eyes grabbing his arm dragging him to walk to his car.

Finally home, I don't bother to wait for Alex when I march up to my room, ignoring my mother's welcome in the process. Sorry not sorry, mom.

I get out my notes for biology and history and remember that me and Ashton need to also finish our project by Friday, which only leaves us tomorrow to get it done. As I have no way to get a hold of him, I'll ask him to work on it tomorrow after school. I groan in exhaustion from all the work this school thinks I can get done in one week.  They really do expect too much out of teenagers.

How can they expect so much when are we teenagers care about is, well, being teenagers! Most of us are still in the process of figuring ourselves out.

I must've studied for a few hours before I end up growing extremely tired. I look around my bed and notice how comfortable I am and how much more I'd be if I'd just lay down and relax.

I slap myself. I cannot fall asleep now. I still need to do my homework. Yes, homework. Why didn't I start with that? I swear sometimes I wonder how I even made it into high school with these smarts.

I pull out my math homework and a couple of granola bars. I quickly try to solve the random equations not fully understanding what I'm doing, but at least I'm attempting it while eating.

Just as I'm finishing up the last problem my phone lights up with the caller id: Izzy Bee. Isabel.  I had no doubts she was probably calling to find out about Luke because we never got to discuss it.

"Hello?" I answer on the third ring.

"Girl, you have a lot of details you need to spill."

"Wow, no hi or anything? I feel the love, Isabel." I can just picture her rolling her eyes at me.

"Just spill."

"Okay, okay." I then go on to explain yesterday's events in full detail for her until I get ready for bed.

Isabel wasn't well known when I first met her. She was like me in a sense. She liked to do things alone and be away from the crowds of high schoolers and avoid any confrontation. Oh, how I wish I hadn't stumbled into Sophie's life, too late now.

Me and Isabel hit it off because we could relate in so many ways, and what makes us great friends is that we have different qualities as well, like looks per say; she has pretty blue eyes and the blindest hair I'd seen, it's a shock she doesn't have many friends or boys after her. And another great thing about our friendship is that we don't have to see each other all the time because we understand we need to have our alone time.

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