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Delirium

"Never had you on my mind, now you're there all the time."

-Everly brothers

"Malia!" I shouted, running to the wild haired girl. She turned around quickly and I started to run with a slight step to my pace.

Malia rolled her eyes and shot me a pissed off look. People in the hallway of the school were looking at us strangely.

Straaaange, strange, in your perfect world~, Ahaha send help.

I finally reached Malia and halted my running abruptly and spread my arms out, as if asking for a hug. It was then I noticed a gaping, goofy, (but cute), looking boy standing next to Malia.

"Oh! Hi! I'm Emma, who are you?" I inquired. The boy's astonished look never faded.

He finally replied after shooting a curious look to Malia. "Uhh, hi, I'm Stiles. (What on earth was a stiles you ask? I had no idea) You're in the student representative council right?...How, do you two know each other?"

Malia sighed and spoke up.

"She's my stalker-" , I sputtered in protest and Malia ignored it, "I got lost on my way to the office, and she helped me. And now, she won't stop following me." She finished with an eye roll and a gesture to me.

"Wa-? We talked, I thought we were friends now?! So that invigorating speech about Art history and the rise of Postmodernism was all for nothing?", I gasped in mock hurt and she shot me a deadpan stare.

I dropped my act. And snickered.

"Alright. I just wanted to hand you your final assessment timetable, I've been trying to hunt you down all day."

I was so done with running after people through the school, I had better things to do!...Okay, maybe reading 'Art history: the life and art of Van Gogh' a second time could be held back a bit. A bit.

Malia took the timetable from my hand and tilted her pretty head to the side. In a split second she reminded me of my shitzu dog and of my own non- prettiness. I'm joking, I'm obviously fabulous. (Short hair flick.)

"Oh cool, we can compare times now." The Stiles boy said excitedly.

I took notice of the tender way he looked at the girl and proceeded to look away. I hated seeing tender, couple-y moments up close... Or far away. It's like, go find a closet or something!

"Yeah... So! Great, I'll see you later." I say, catching their attention, and then i quickly added. "And I don't mean that in a, creepy stalker way!" I laughed and waved, jogging off to my next person.

I sighed. Goddamn, can't they send this shit out in letters? The logic. At the end of the day all the timetables had been handed out and it was time for work.

Gooshh. I'm working from 5:00 to 10:00! I loved animals and all, but they were killing me.

I spotted my beat down bike at the racks and made my way to it. One day... One day I'll have enough money for a car. I will. (Fist bump.)

I was almost at my bike when I was hit by a bus.

Well, not really. But hey, It felt like it.

A large mass of, what I could make out, boy, due to the smell and feel, slammed into me and proceeded to knock us both on our asses. Upon impact, I squeaked like a demented chick ,and after, cussed like a sailor. Embarrassing much?

The boy groaned and quickly got off me and got back up, like a freaking ninja.

I was winded on the ground. Ow. Who in the h-... Holy sweet fiery hell. It was Isaac, and that boy was fine.

"Oh shit, I'm soo sorry, I-I wasn't looking and... Yeah, I'm really sorry." The blue eye eyed, high cheekboned, and square jawed boy ( ohh mah lord) said to me.

I had hardly heard a word that he said as I was checking out his lean body and adorably worried eyes.

The boy was fine. In horror i then realized I whispered this out loud.

"Uhh, sorry what?" Fine boy said puzzled. Maybe he hadn't heard, but there was a slight tint of red to his cheeks. Uh, maybe it's the heat?... But it was stormy and chilling out.

Shiiit.

I coughed. "No! I said nothing! I mean I just said it was fine, it's fine." I barely stopped myself from saying 'you're fine' at the end.

God I'm a pervert.

A corner of the boy's mouth quirked up. "I'm really sorry, but I'm late for practice. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," that seemed to be my favourite word, "Really."

He helped me up from my fetal position and I smiled at him, his hands were freakin' soft!

"Uh, I'm Emma." I said simply. Nice.

The boy smiled at me, realizing I was, indeed, fine. "I'm Isaac," (Oh i know) he replied with confidence, "Look I gotta go, see you around", he gave a wave and jogged off.

Sigh. So this is the story. I've sort of been crushing on Isaac Lahey for like...1? 2? 2 Years. Yeah anyway, i've never had the courage to actually say anything, today was possibly the first time i've actually spoken to him. Pretty pathetic.

I heard my watch alarm go off and freaked. I'm late.

I took off on my bike. Dr. Deaton was going to give me that disappointed speech again wasn't he? Sigh.

"Heyy Jamie!" I greeted my apathetic younger sibling.

He just flipped me the finger and continued on his DS.

"Yeah, I love you too Jay!" I said before climbing the stairs. I sighed. Would that boy ever look up from his games?

Now that i was back from a long boring shift of feeding and bandaging animals, all I wanted was to have sweet dreams... Hopefully of Isaac. Geez, I was turning into a regular fan girl.

The likelihood of us getting together was extremely low, I mean look at him, look at me . So all I had we're my dreams.

But I couldn't sleep. I literally couldn't sleep.

Mother-Freakin'-Insomnia.

I've had it ever since I was little, as long as I could remember. When my grandmother took me to the doctor at age 9 and all they said was it had basically just occurred for no reason.

So yeah. That sucks since I'm always freaking exhausted, but somehow, bursting with energy. It was energy swings. (Must have been the coffee I all but injected into my veins). So even when I want to sleep. I can't.

But at least I got homework done?

Yeah, doesn't really make up for it.

Dreaaam, dream, dream, dream when I feel blue, in the night~ Ah! Everly Brothers!

I changed into sleep wear and trudged to my bathroom mirror. What did I see?

Bags. Ha! Story of my life.

Not to sound like a dooey downer. But once you saw the suitcases on my face, everything else went un-noticed. I like to think I have nice... Hair? It was somewhat short and full of volume.

Anyway. I had to get down to it and do some serious SRC work. Ew. The only reason I was on the council because my art theory teacher forced me.

See? This negativity is why I had low self esteem!

Think positive. Think art theory. Think puppies. I looked down at my shitzu sleeping on my bed. Think boys. Think... Shirtless boys. Oh now we're getting somewhere. Shirtless... Isaac? Mmhmm. Mamma like.

I didn't like to think how creepy and perverted my thinking was. But, what makes you happy, makes you happy.

A/N- Thank you for reading. :) The songs sung were 'Strange' by Tokio Hotel & Kerli and 'All i have to do is dream' by Everly Brothers