*Hides from you guys*

Okay, okay, I know that I have not updated anything for, like, ever, but I have a really good reason why not.

Lack of ideas.

Except for maybe DL, but I'm too lazy to try to finish the idea.

:/

*Picks up mulberry binder to hide*

Sorry, forgive me!

But, anyways, this is a NIZZY multi-chappy, based on this real life problem I'm having.

Now, when one of my besties gets up here and reads my stories, she'll see how it's realated.

So, yeah...

Oh, and if you're looking for another great NIZZY, check out Silly Bandz.

It's, like, my most review story ever.


Chapter 1

~Izzy's Point-Of-View~

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I thought to myself in class. He sat one seat in front, one to the left to me. He was evil, just pure evil – without even trying to be. I try my hardest not to twitch, or to reach over and just stab him in the neck.

Augh, I just know that you're dieing to know about my antagonist.

His name is Noah Jameson.

Deceitful, yes, indeed.

I can't stand him. His cocky smirk when he's mocking me. How he and his friend Cody Morley snicker and such at me, and almost never at my friend Sierra...

You could say that we were contentious towards one another, but that would probably be an understatement. A major understatement. He makes me so indignant, even when it appears that he did absolutely nothing wrong. Lies. Just like the freaking cake.

I try to focus on the teacher's lecture about latitude and longitude. I really do try, honest to god. I can't. I forgot my meds this morning, and my nerves are snapping – just like me.

"Izzy, look," Sierra tells me; her fandango pink hair shining in the artificial lighting of the classroom.

I turn to look at what Sierra suggests. I see Cody scratching his head. Internally, I sigh and die a little, but I keep a happy face for Sierra.

"Oh, I see!" I use false exclamation. "Isn't that awesome?"

Unfortunately, she takes the lie to be true and factual.

"I know! Like, he's soo hot with his hair like that!" she started to become effusive and gushing.

I know who's hair looks really hot... my thoughts trails off as I sneak a gaze at Noah.

Okay, okay, I just know that you just said something along the lines of, "Hold up now. Didn't you just say that you hated him? Like, how are you going to complement him?"

Let me explain.

I like him, too. Like, a lot.

I think that's how this whole predicament started. I might be wrong because I never acted upon those feelings towards him. I'd never considered much to even speak to him. We were complete opposites, socially and behaviorally.

He was Mister Smart-Popularity, I was just that random-crazy girl who hung out with crazy/smart individuals. He was urbane on the social scene. He talked and knew everybody. Knew what was going on when and were. Me? I was a faux pas – a social blunder, a mistake to highs school. I should be looked down upon.

He was totally out of my league, unattainable, not even worth my breath. Something to look at, but not touch.

But, anyways, I still do hate him a lot. Like, how I was talking with Sierra about something yesterday – I forgotten what, exactly – and then he was going to butt into our A/B convo.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sierra, but you can't take my paper and put your name on it; it's only for beautiful people." I told her with a grin. She laughed.

"Psyche." he half whispered while reading his book; said just barely loud enough for me to hear.

"What was that?" I asked him. He quickly covered up.

"Nothing." he replied quietly, still buried in his novel. I glared at him.

"Evil." I tell him.

"Are you talking to me?" Noah asks sarcastically, finally making eye contact.

"You know, Izzy thinks she is." I tell him.

"Shut up." he tells me, returning back to his book.

"You shut up. You started talking to me first."

He looks back up at me with an irritated expression on his face.

"Can you just shut up?" he asks exasperatedly.

Sierra intervenes before I do something drastic. Leave it to her to become benevolent at the worst possible time for me.

She smiles at Noah.

"Can you two please be nice to each other?" she asks. "Please?"

"Izzy would want to be nice to him, but Noah refuses to cooperate."

"Yeah, but let's all be friends!" she exclaims. Noah sighs and returns to his novel. Lacking tact and being irreverent towards me.

I sigh.

Evil.

And a lie – like the cake.

Speaking of cake, I would like some. Chocolate with vanilla icing. Yum.

But I'm off subject...sorry.

Sierra soon finds our situation amusing, perhaps facetious through her eyes and others. Humorous, no. Silly or inappropriate? Yes, indeed.

I vampire-hiss at Noah.

Sierra suddenly becomes incisive, and gives up the peace keeper facade.

Good. I can handle my own problems...with a few pounds of explosives, matches, a plastic dog, two yards of heavy-duty hemp rope, a radio, batteries, and a unopened pack of gum. Don't ask.

I sighed elegiacally, both on the inside and outside. This was a problem for another day. Right now, I really needed to pay attention to the teacher – I have not been doing that great in science so far this semester.

Okay, yeah...I hope you enjoyed it.

I should have a update for this by either this Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or Monday.

Yeah, I'm awesome, I know.

Also, check out Silly Bandz, it's AWESOME!

R&R and I might just update quicker.