I know. I suck. I'm soooooo sorry! I've been obsessed with Percy Jackson for a while. Go on burdge-bugs profile on deviant art if you haven't already! Well, this chapter is a biggie. Not a long biggie but a shockerrr! Or at least I hope you think it is. I just finished homework
Chapter 8
"You suck, Shapiro!"
"Yah, I already bought my damn tickets!"
Behind Isabella, Izzy bowed her head, her hair had fallen in her eyes and she looked nervous, but it was nothing compared to the way Phineas looked when he walked up to her in the hallway. It was like a change had come over him over night. He looked pale, almost opaque, and his blue eyes looked scarily large. His red hair was tousled from sleep (but almost looked Rob Pattinson style) and he wasn't exactly smiling…
"Phineas?" she didn't hesitate to ask, "Are you sick."
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She dropped it.
"I heard you went ahead and canceled."
"Yah," he nodded and looked down at his feet, "I don't feel like looking for anybody else and if neither you or Izzy will participate than I don't have any other choice..."
"What about Candace…"
"Candace? Strutting around the Cutest Little Thing in The World across her hip? I don't think so. It'd just be a baby fest then."
He looked down at his feet again, "I wanted to ask you something."
Isabella nodded and undid the combination on her lock, "Yah, I know."
"You do?" he looked shocked.
"Yah. Does Izzy want to be uncloned? No, I already asked her."
"That's not what I was going to say."
Isabella turned to him and narrowed her eyes, "Phineas, I'm sorry about the tour, but I just can't do it, ya know?"
"I was wondering," he said clearing his throat loudly so that everyone in the hallway could hear, "if you wanted to go out with me."
If you want to go out with me.
Out with me
Out! With! Me!
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. But I can't breaeaeaeaeathe without you but I have to. Lockers slam. People swarm me. Above somewhere in that hazy tunnel where heaven meets the Earth I see red hair. But I don't know what that means. Should it mean anything? Probably. Something. A scream. High-pitched. Screeching. Probably mine. And it all goes black.