Was it possible to just have a normal day? A day where he went to school, did all his work, and didn't make his friends or potential girlfriend mad. Guess today just wasn't that day.

" You really messed up this time dude," Kenny replied glancing over at Duncan who was leaned over the table reasoning with Isabel.

" You know how she is, I got the dates wrong…so.."

" I said whatever didn't I? Since our monster movie night that we had planned for three weeks isn't that important to you."

" Isabel…"

" What are you still sitting there?" She snapped not looking his away. Her arms were crossed against her chest

" Kenny?" Duncan turned to his brown-headed male friend hoping for some assistance.

Kenny shrugged. " Got to go with the girl on this one."

Duncan shook his head. So he was no help there, he should have expected that. Kenny had it hard for Isabel, so whatever Duncan said didn't matter. He hated to leave his two newfound friends in the dust but…His cell rang a moment later. He reached for his back pocket. Isabel turned; the frown on her face was deeper.

" Look right on que." She hissed. Isabel couldn't be anymore right, but that didn't make it feel any better. He ignored the call. Something he knew he would regret doing later. It continued to ring. " You going to get that?"

" Yes. I mean no…I mean,…" his phone rang again. Closing his eyes he reached into his pocket and answered it. " Hello. Yes Jenna I got your text…one hundred and fifty five degrees…yes…ok the student council room? Ok." He glanced up. Isabel's glare was enough to melt hard steel.

" I have to…"

" Let me guess," Isabel said. " You have to go."

" Yeah," Duncan sighed standing up and walking away.

" You are such a lifesaver," Jenna cheered hugging Duncan. " I don't know what I would have done… Hey are you ok? You look kind of pissed."

" Yeah," he said. " I'm walking you home right?"

" Um yes." She grabbed his arm as they began to walk.

Blond and annoying and…

"Isabel should I put the movie in now?"

Isabel more annoyed than anything else glanced over at Kenny. She didn't want to make it seem like she didn't want to be alone with him for their regular movie night, but she really didn't want to be alone with him this time. She'd hoped Duncan would come this time. It had been almost a month since the incident at the dance where his secret was revealed, and he was now some sort of hero. To the student body and Jenna who kept him just a busy as she was.

Lying would be to say that she didn't truly like Duncan. She had since the day he walked into her biology class with that insecure demeanor. He was different and she liked that part of him. As far as she saw it she was one of the first to nice to him, and she should have first dibs.

But whatever. Jenna was prettier, blonder, more influential. Jenna had the body, brains and looks to kill. While all Isabel had was her acute knowledge of all things Kaiju. In other words, she wasn't important, at least not to Duncan.

" Yeah," Isabel mumbled not looking his direction.

Maybe that was how Kenny felt. Guilt boiled in her gut but she ignored it.

The door to her room opened a moment later and her mom walked in. She was a tall woman with hair just like Isabel, and cheekbones that stood just a high, her skin the same light brown.

" Kenny do you want food," she had an accent that was of Brazilian decent, seeing how she was Brazilian.

" Oh no I'm fine," Kenny said.

" You Isabel?" Her mom asked.

" No Mom," Isabel sighed

Her Mom nodded and left.

" Your Mom is really nice…."

" You always say that," Isabel reminded. " Tell me something I don't know."

The next morning Isabel awoke as usual, washed then headed to her room to dress. She usually wore outfits that were similar to each other everyday. Cargo shorts, some sort of thigh high stockings and her bright blue and yellow sneakers, with her hoodie. That was the norm. She pulled out her black skirt and slid it over her long brown legs, then her tank top and finally her combat boots brought for her by her mother . She didn't feel like herself.

She started on her hair next; puling out the pins she let it fall to her shoulders. Very rarely did she wear her hair down; very rarely did she let people see that side of her. Hair on her shoulders made her feel like people weren't looking at her but her hair. If they couldn't accept her for who she was then…

" This is stupid." She growled pulling her hair back up and ripping off the clothes.

"Tempo ir," Isabel's mother yelled.

" Coming!" Isabel yelled back before eying the discarded clothes on the floor.

" So dude how does that stuff taste?" Kenny asked as Duncan popped another coal into his mouth. Duncan shook his head then decided to change the conversation.

" How were things with Isabel yesterday. Did you get anywhere?" Duncan asked.

" Dude she's just not feeling me like that. I get the vibe she wants to stay friends you know? Dud do you notice that she's been kinda depressed lately. I dunno maybe its just me but half the time I feel like she wants to be somewhere else you know?"

" Yeah. I totally see that," Duncan replied. And he did. When he first met Isabel she seemed like an overly curious girl with more knowledge about his decent then he had, as well as an somewhat annoying way of following him around at the least convenient times. But now he found myself using those moments when she popped up to vent, and ask her for her advice. Advice she seemed more than willing to give. Mostly about Jenna but, questions about his father and life at home sometimes raised too. She always appeared genuinely happy to answer, and didn't judge him as harshly as anyone else would had. He'd told her things he would have never even thought about uttering to Jenna.

Duncan opened his mouth say something else, but stopped midway as shouts and cheers arose from the opening of the door way. Both he and Kenny turned, gasping once they saw who stood there.

" Isabel," Kenny called his mouth hanging wide open.

" Well this school year keeps getting better and better aye," Troy cheered as Isabel walked by the bench he was sitting on. She rolled her eyes coyly at him, her face set in a complete look of defiance as if someone were forcing her to wear what she did. Troy hit the shoulder of his friend beside him. " Its about time."

Duncan felt his fist curl involuntary, Isabel wasn't his girlfriend or anything but he still didn't like the way they were talking about her, whispering things, looking at her.

" So how do I look?"

He voice snapped him out of his gaze. She tended to do that a lot.

" Um well…wow…Isabel. Never seen you with your hair down. Looks great." Duncan struggled for words. What could he tell her? Without sounding too stunned.

Kenny on the other hand didn't waste any time. " Isabel you look awesome!" He blurted out.

She grinned. " Felt like I needed a change," she said her eyes glowed to Duncan.

" Well I …

" Duncan?"

Isabel turned. Standing behind her, carrying a Aeropostale bag with the matching shirt and skirt was Jenna. Duncan stood like his butt was on fire.

" You have to walk me to my next class remember?"

" Oh yeah almost forgot."

" Isabel…you look really nice today. I like the way your boots match the strings on your skirt. Very how should I say?" Jenna placed her coffee in Duncan's empty hands, he took it willingly, " Punk. Yes that's the word."

Isabel rolled her brown eyes. " Gee thanks Jenna. That means a lot coming from you."

Isabel and Jenna stared at each other for long while, before Kenny sensed the direction the mood was turning and reminded Jenna she had to go to her next class. Jenna turned without a word, Duncan behind her like a lost puppy, holding her coffee and books. Isabel watched them go, one face change away from disgust. And just that easily Isabel's new look was forgotten by the one she really needed to see it the most. Bowing her head she walked past Kenny on to her next class. Once for a change in her life she was happy she wore her hair down, at least it covered the disappointment written so plainly on her face at the moment.

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