A/N: This jumps forward to the first day of school a week after the second chapter. This one's long and brings Billy into play. He has a POV so that will be the third and last person's perspective. (Izzy, Dean, and Billy are obviously our three mains.) So enjoy!
Chapter 3
-Izzy-
I am not ready for this at all. First day of school in an unfamiliar place. I made a sigh. Just what I always wanted. I smacked my alarm clock to turn it off. Mistake of the morning number one. When I hit the clock, it fell off the nightstand which required me to get out of bed to pick it up. It's gunna be a wonderful day. I laughed as I got out of bed and picked up the clock. With a yawn, I stretched and rubbed my eyes as I made my way to the dresser. I picked out something that seemed appropriate for the day: a pair of jeans, white t-shirt, green t-shirt, and undergarments of course. Knowing that if Gabe decided to go the first day, he'd be on is way to the shower. I ran out the door and got in first, only because my room was across the hall from it. I took a quick shower and got dressed, then I stared in the mirror. My hair was always just so...boring. For once, I actually took time and blow dried my hair. I simply let it down and shook it out, giving it the I-messed-up-my-hair-a-little-purposely look. I grabbed the brush and walked out, gently brushing my hair to make it look normal as I walked the short path back to my bedroom. I threw the brush on my bed and slipped my flip flops on as I eyed my phone. Maybe Alexis is up...
Alexis was my closest friend back at my old school, before the move. But I haven't heard a thing from her in almost two weeks. We hung out the weekend before the move at the mall with some friends but since then...nothing. I kinda figured I would have to start this school year alone. I gave in and sent her a plain old boring text that said good morning. She probably isn't even up yet. Alexis always waited until the last second to get up and get ready. I knew that because I always had to wait for her.
With a sigh, I turned my phone on vibrate and put it in my pocket. I grabbed my messenger bag from the door hook before turning around to grab my keys and money, then heading out the door. I saw Gabe rush towards the stairs and sprint down. "Gabe, you're actually going the first day?" I was shocked. He never seemed so eager to go to school. Especially the first day.
Gabe got to the bottom just as I started my way down. "Hell yes. Charlie said today's the best day for pranks," he said as if everyone in the world knew except for me.
I just nodded. "Need a ride?" I wasn't usually one to offer because he always just jumped in the back seat, but I figured since he actually wanted to go to school, I should try to be nice.
I watched him run into the kitchen and grab a candy bar from the front door. "Nope. Takin' the bus. Now move or I'll be late," he said pushing past me and opening the door. He ran out and joined Charlie at the end of the cul-de-sac.
I rolled my eyes. Kids. So eager to go to school. Even if it is just to play pranks. I walked to my car in the driveway and as I opened the door I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw Dean by what seemed to be his own car, giving me a wave. I waved back and threw my bag in the passenger side before shutting the door. I figured maybe I could keep my nice streak going and go say hi since I'm early. I couldn't help but wonder why he was up though. "Hey Dean," I said casually as I approached him. "I thought you said you graduated?"
He gave a nod. "Between my dad and Charlie this morning," he said shaking his head. "So today you have to go to the hell hole, huh?"
"Yep. And I get the feeling it's going to suck. Massively." Dean laughed and I pulled my phone out, glancing at the time. It was 7:30 and I had fifteen minutes to get there. And that's just to be on time. I groaned. "Gotta go. Hell hole awaits," I said, starting to walk backwards to my car.
"See ya," he said with a slight smile before getting into his car. I jogged over and got into my own car, putting the keys in the ignition, and starting it. I, most likely, would be late the first day of school. Great. Mistake number two here I come.
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I walked into the school. I actually managed to make it on time. Parking was easy and the traffic to get here wasn't bad since it was only ten minutes away from my house. Students lingered the hallway either catch up or meeting new people from the looks of it. I didn't exactly want to do that so I made my way to the homeroom on the paper I held. Thank god my parents asked for a schedule last week when they enrolled me because the office looked busy. I finally spotted the room number that matched my paper. Number 16. As I walked in, I noticed a handful of people in here already. With my nerves abundled, I walked back to a desk in the rear right corner of the room where there were less people and sat down. A girl with blonde hair in the seat diagonal to mine turned and faced me. "Hi," she said.
"Um. Hi," I replied uneasily.
She smiled and moved back a seat so she was sitting next to me. "Are you new?" she asked. "You look new."
I nodded. "Yeah. Was it obvious?"
"Not entirely. But I'm new too," she admitted cheerfully as she brushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear. She held out her hand. "I'm Holly. Holly Klein."
Wow. A handshaker. "I'm Izzy Shaw," I said, shaking her hand once.
She looked at me with shock. "Izzy. Nickname or real name?"
"Nickname. Real name's Elizabeth, but I don't like it. Sounds too fancy or whatever."
Holly nodded, took her phone out from the pocket of her jeans, and started texting as a bell rang. The beginning of a lovely friendship...maybe.
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The bell rang and everyone flocked out of the classroom. I was one of the last ones out, remembering it was lunch. I saw a few kids go outside and the rest moving towards the cafeteria. I stopped at my locker, which was on the way, so I could drop off the text book from math. I managed to survive the first four classes without problem. Some teachers even agreed to call me by Izzy. I felt my phone go off in my pocket and since I knew that the hall was empty, I pulled it out as I shut my locker. It was a text message from Holly that read: Where r u? Outside table by door. :] She had already texted me two other times during last period. One mentioning some cute guy and another mentioning about lunch. I flipped my phone shut and walked down the hallway, out the door.
Holly waved and yelled "Izzy!" once she got sight of me. "Over here." She was sitting at a rectangular table with a guy.
I walked over to them and sat down across from them. "Hi. Who's this?" I asked Holly. She was the outgoing type, I assumed.
He looked at me and gave a wave. "Thomas Myers. You're Izzy?"
I nodded as I placed my bag on the seat next to mine. The table fit maybe eight but only the three of us were here. Holly looked at me and stated, "He's new too." Then she looked away, her attention going to something else.
Thomas laughed. "We new kids gotta stick together, right?" he joked as he ran a hand through his black shaggy hair. I smirked and turned to see what Holly was looking at. It was a guy with his back to us in the lunch line.
I looked at Holly again and she said in a whisper to me, "That's the guy I told you about. His name's Billy."
Thomas overheard us and asked, "You mean that guy in our science class with the eyepatch?" I didn't see an eyepatch until I looked again. He was facing our table, holding a soda. Low and behold, he was wearing a patch over his left eye. I also took notice that he was kinda cute looking. I heard Thomas groan and looked at him. He looked jealous of the attention we were giving to Billy. "Will one of you just talk to him already?"
"Nah," I said as I turned and dug around in my bag for a pencil.
Holly stayed silent. "Hey. Billy, is it?" he called to Billy. I saw from the corner of my eye Holly shoot him a what-are-you-doing look. I looked over my shoulder and saw the Billy guy standing at the end of the table, right next to Holly and I.
"Um...yeah?" he said quietly.
"I'm Thomas. From third period. Do you wanna sit with us?" Billy was quiet, almost thinking about it before he nodded.
-Billy-
Billy moved around the table and sat down on the seat next to the brunette girl's bag. "Sorry," she mumbled as she moved her bag to the ground. "You can sit there." She looked back at the notebook she had on the table and started drawing something.
He moved over a seat with a small smile, knowing someone wasn't pushing him away or scared of him for a change. 'It still feels like everyone's looking at me. Hopefully, no one notices me.' "And you're...Holly?" he said looking at the blond girl. She nodded quickly. 'She was talkative in class. Why not now?' He turned to the girl aside of him, who was engulfed in drawing.
She looked up, noticing he was staring at her. "Izzy," she said, not taking her eyes off the paper.
"What are you drawing Izzy?" he asked, slightly curious to what was so interesting while Thomas and Holly started talking about houses or something.
Izzy pushed the notebook over to him. A set of eyes were on the paper. "Just...whatever's in my head," she said with a slight grin.
Billy gave a nod. "It's uh...nice. Are you an artist?" he asked.
She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "I'd like to be but I dunno..." she trailed off.
He gave a nod. "You should." He opened his soda and took a sip before sliding the notebook back to her. Twenty more minutes flew by quickly as the table stayed silent except for the short conversation between Thomas and Holly. Then the bell rang and the Billy darted off to his next class.
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