I walked into the room, my head held high. I wouldn't let this get to me, Isaac get to me.

I took my usual seat knowing Isaac wouldn't be far behind. I quickly took out my exercise book and pen, opened to the last page and started scribbling. I told myself over and over in my head I would just keep to myself, ignore him all lesson.

I saw the chair next to me get pulled back and I knew Isaac was sitting next to me, His arm came into my perspective; I couldn't help myself my eyes traced his arm. He was wearing a long sleeved navy shirt, I could just make out his muscles, and I followed them down to his smooth clean hands.

I was suddenly pulled from my luscious thoughts, his nails distracted me they were rough, shattered and brittle there was too much damage to put it down to nail biting. What was happening to Isaac?

Isaac's leg brushed mine as he moved in his seat. The awkward movement caused me to jump, jolted from my observations I looked into Isaac's eyes. My reaction had shocked him; he raised his hands up in air as if surrendering then he placed one on my shoulder, He smiled, leaned his face in closely to mine and gently whispered

"Are you ok; you look really frightened, I'm sorry if I scared you?'

I was breathless he was so close, his piercing blue eyes full of unease. Everything disappeared around us; my mind had scattered it was a comforting feeling having Isaac's warm hand gently squeezing my shoulder.

Reality finally hit me, I breathed in heavy

"I... I... I was deep in thought' oh my god where had my brain gone, I couldn't even respond properly.

Was I drooling?

Isaac took his hand away and put his head down and chuckled to himself.

I quickly wiped my mouth. I needed to get myself together there was defiantly something bigger going on than the butterfly's in my stomach.

I ripped a small part of my book and started writing

Is everything alright Isaac?

I checked to see what Harrison was doing; His attention was on the chalk board. I pushed the note towards Isaac.

He took the note, he scribbled a response.

Fine, what's up with you?

Me?

Nothing I'm fine, I mean this morning you just took off, I know there's something going on. Black eye, your nails are destroyed like you've been scraping them against something solid. What's happening?

I passed the note back under the table. He unfolded the paper, his face dropped he just sat there staring at the note his face stone cold. Minutes passed he didn't move.

I couldn't tear my eyes away my pulse quickened, my heart hammering through my rib cage.

The bell blared in the background Isaac still hadn't stirred. All the students around us started filling out of the class room.

He grabbed the note scrunching it with pure rage; he slung his bag over his shoulder and stormed out.

I barely had enough time to shove everything into my bag; I pushed past other students making it out into the corridor. I looked left, then right I couldn't see Isaac anywhere he was gone…

Oh no what had I done now, He's just so cryptic, one minute running away scared, next getting all close and snugly. Dam I pushed my hands down my face and back up again. I haven't been this stressed and confused since mum left.

My chest hurt at the memory of the women. I swallowed hard, gritted my teeth I wouldn't cry.

I needed an explanation