Ella POV:
As the bell rang, I stowed my books into my backpack with a grunt, and then turned back to Iggy, with a smile. To my surprise, he
smiled back. "Are you ready to go?" I asked. He nodded, and in a smooth motion stood up, slid his chair back into place, and extended
his hand to me. My eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and then placed my hand in his as he pulled me up. I could feel my cheeks
heat up, and I avoided his gaze as I walked out of the door and down the stairs to the front lobby, where we found Fang and Max
sitting quietly and chatting. 'Get a grip Ella." I chanted to myself silently. 'He's just a boy. It's not like a boy has ever held your hand
before.' Memories flooded into my mind all at once. A ginger headed boy with green eyes and a quirky smile. Hugging me. Looking into
my eyes. Braiding my hair. Holding...my hand...I shook my head. 'It's over now.' I thought to myself. 'Have to get over it.' "Ella?" My
thoughts were interrupted by Max's voice, concerned. "My apologies, was just getting lost in my thoughts." I shrugged at Max. She
blew out an exasperated sigh and at the same time as Fang said, "Like you always do." I playfully slapped Max gently on the head.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Max was about to reply when Iggy suddenly went tense next to me. I turned around and saw a
man with white blondish hair like Iggy's and glasses walking up to us, a pleasant smile on his face. Iggy didn't turn around, instead he
just got more and more tense, his fists clenching. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you had seen my son James around here." The man
asked in a warm voice. I looked at him confused. "Not here then? Oh. Well, if you see him, tell him that he has the house to himself for
the rest of the weekend." The man grinned and held his hand out for me to shake. "The names James Senior. It was nice to meet you."
And with that he briskly strolled off. "Like hell it was." I heard Iggy growl. I turned to him, noticing that his eyes were shut tightly, and
he was sweating like a pig. "Iggy?" He slowly relaxed at the sound of my voice. "Are you ok?"
Iggy POV:
That bastard.
A/N: My extreme apologies that this is most likely the shortest yet. I've been really busy, I'm going to a music camp on Sunday and I won't be back for 2 weeks. I shall be a counselor in training, fuck yea! Anyway, thanks for reading.
