A/N: Just so everyone knows, I write all of Isadora's poems, so that's why they aren't that great…
Chapter 5
"So are you gonna take the scholarship?" Violet asked excitedly after Isadora finished her story about last night. "It's a wonderful opportunity."
"I don't know," Isadora replied, frowning. "I'd love to take it, but I don't want to leave you guys."
I don't want you to leave either, Klaus thought. Instead, he said out loud, "Do what your heart is telling you."
"I'm afraid to do that," came the reply. Her heart was telling her to let Klaus know how she felt, but she was afraid of the response.
Oh no! She doesn't like me. She's afraid to go to Aswell and she's afraid to do what her heart is telling her. He sighed, but had to be happy for his friend no matter what his feelings were.
As Isadora sat in Klaus that day, she wrote love couplets instead of notes about the history of the metric system.
He stole my heart,
I feel he might rip it apart.
As sudden as this feeling came,
I just wish he felt the same.
Let's float away to a land of peace,
So our troubles will forever cease.
"Well, Miss Quagmire?" Mrs. Bass was hovering over Isadora's desk.
"Huh?" Isadora quickly closed her notebook and looked up at the teacher.
"I asked you if you knew the measurement of the wedge of cheese you measured yesterday." She was obviously mad.
"I don't remember," Isadora replied, looking at her feet.
"Then I suggest paying attention next time." Mrs. Bass continued the lesson.
Isadora felt her cheeks burn crimson as she noticed the numerous students staring at her. She sighed and stared at her feet for the rest of class.
"Hey, Iz, wait up," Klaus called, out of breath from chasing his friend.
She stopped and turned to face him. "I think I'm going to take the scholarship and go to Aswell. Dunn and I discussed it."
Klaus's face fell—and Isadora saw it. "That's great." He tried to sound as happy as possible. He really was happy for his friend, he was just sad that she was leaving. He knew he had to tell her—sooner instead of later.
"I think its best," Isadora reassured Klaus—and herself. "I only wanted to do it if I had your support."
"Isadora, I have to tell you something," Klaus took her hand.
"Yes?" Isadora's eyes brightened.
"I just wanted to tell you," but he chickened out, "that I'll support you no matter what you do."
"Oh," she let out an inner sigh. "Thanks."
"What?" Klaus could tell she was disappointed.
"Nothing, I just thought you were going to say something else," Isadora replied. "Let's go to dinner." She walked ahead.
"I wish I could," Klaus muttered under his breath, sighing as he followed Isadora to dinner.
