Chapter 12 Locker slam

John;

Golden boy. That was the name everyone called me, behind my back but never to my face unless your the Michales clan, they were the only ones with enough guts, or stupidity. They were wrong, I didn't ask my father for any favours, there was only one I asked for and that was the locker change, other than that, I got away with stuff because I didn't caught, even the old man agreed, you can't judge what you don't see. I tried to level my breathing when I saw her up ahead at her locker, my fresh cleaned out locker was now next to her's and if this went smoothly, she wouldn't change it. With any luck.

"Hey Izzy" I tried to be casual but that was hard when suddenly all my nerve endings were working at once, heart beat thumping, breath ragged, palms sweating. She flicked her silver eyes at me, annoyed thoroughly.

"Golden boy strikes again" She mused coldly, I don't know why she hated me but I guess I shouldn't take it personally, Iziah didn't like anybody. It wasn't hard to see why, but as far as I know I was nothing but nice. I couldn't remember how my crush started, but it had lasted all this time, every girl I had was nothing compared to her, there was just something about Iziah Michales that I couldn't let go of, when she first started here I thought she was a cutie, quiet and shy but seriously cute. As the years wore on, she only got hotter and more out of her shell, she was spunky, the only word I can think of to describe her. She had a flare that no other girl could match. Then she left, without warning, she just left and I was left with a majorly cracked heart. When she came back I litterly felt the crack seal up, she was meaner and more hate-filled, but I still wanted her. Wanted her more than anything in the world. When she smiled, it made her whole face seem lighter, brighter. She only smiled when she was with her sisters, any other smile was somehow cold. It was her silver eyes that I liked the best, so smoky and ashy, many times I had lost myself thinking about them, just dreaming about looking into them and losing myself forever. Now they were nothing but cold, but behind the ice I saw an eternal sadness, something had taken a part of her, she wasn't the same girl, not that she would let anyone know that.

"I guess so."

"Wait!"

Shockingly she stopped and turned around looking at me, waiting for me to talk. "I wanted to apologize to you"

"For what? Breathing? Unless your gonna stop doing it, don't waste breath talking"

"I wanted to say I'm sorry about your breasts remark, I didn't mean to offend you"

"You didn't offend me, you disgusted me. How is your hip by the way?" She let an evil smile, I (along with anyone else that has the guts to admit it) will say that the girl can punch, she may not weigh much or be that tall, but you could swing. Anger was a very useful fuel and Iziah had a lot of anger, thanks to my good friend Randy Orton. And everyone else that decided she would make a good target, or decided that Jamie would make a good target. No one would forget what she did to Cody Rhodes, I didn't hear the whole story, but apparently according to the Bella twins, Cody cornered Jamie and rubbed his hand up her skirt frightening the poor girl, Iziah snapped, Cody ain't been the same since, and from what I've seen, he still has trouble walking. Whatever Iziah did though, she wasn't called up on it, possibly where her twin came in, it seemed to me and outsiders looking in, Iziah was the muscle, and Raven was the brain. If she got into trouble, Raven would get her out of it. Of course others didn't see what I did, Iziah did have a brain, and if anything, it made her more dangerous. Almost deadly.

"Hip is fine, a bit sore but fine"

"Pity, I was hopin it was broken. Maybe next time"

"What makes you think there will be a next time?"

She let her head cock to the side, an evil smile playing on her pretty pouty lips, "Idiots like you never learn, you'll say somethin else that I won't like" She looked at me straight again "Is that all?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to come out with me on Friday night?"

I had been laughed at before, people laughed right in my face and it didn't matter at all, but when she did it, it hurt but I still couldn't bring myself to hate her or even dislike her. "Oh you're serious. Sorry I don't date people that I hate, I'm weird like that."

I stroked a finger up her bare arm, usually a slight brush like that worked, "One date, thats all I ask"

She looked at my finger and just like that her fist had punched my sternum with such force I fell back to the locker, where she slammed my hand in it with such evil force I thought she had broken my hand.

"Don't ever touch me. Ever" Iziah stomped away with people whispering after her and laughing at me. And I still couldn't bring myself to hate her. I would just have to try harder.