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So, read the story for the sake of reading it.

And forgive me if the characters have been coming across as OOC...

Chapter 7

~Izzy's Point-Of-View~

You can bet that I hate him right now! He's always acting so snobby towards me. Snobby and contemptuous.

And you wonder why I have problems in science...

And then his friend Cody is going to say we go out. Pa-shaw.

So now I just tap my fingers impatiently on my desk as the teacher drones on and on about the new section of the book. Something involving reviewing...

"Izzy," Sierra asks me, "what's wrong?"

I sigh nice and melodramatically before answering.

"See that?" I ask her, pointing to the back of Noah's head. Sierra nods "Yes.".

"That head of brown, long, shiny hair? That I want to run my hands through, but I want to yank out at the same time? That I –"

"Izzy," Sierra cuts me off.

"Sorry." I apologize.

"It's totally, like, accepted."

"But, anyways," I say, getting back onto the topic on hand, "he's the ire of my troubles in this class."

"Wait, I thought that your troubles were from constantly staring out into space; looking aloof and everything."

I playfully punch her.

"Ouch!" she complains. I shake my head.

"Nah, that's not it. However, your problems are from obsessing over that brunette boy over there." I say, in reference to Cody.

"Cody..." Sierra says in a dream-like voice.

We both giggle. Noah and Cody turn around to stare at us.

Sierra stares back at him. However, her stare was a stalker-like, obsessed-freak stare.

"Hey Izzy, Sierra." Cody greets us, totally (or at least he didn't show it) oblivious to Izzy's staring.

Gee, thanks Cody for talking to us. Now I have to deal with an overly-effusive Sierra for the rest of the class period. Thanks oh-so-greatly.

I almost tell him just that.

"Izzy," Sierra whispers to me, "Cody just talked to me!" she exclaimed.

"Sierra, maybe – just maybe – you should reevaluate that infatuation you have on Cody." I tell her, trying not to burst her bubble.

"As if! Cody likes me!" she explained. "He'll just have to realize it."

"I wish you luck. Fly you high, overlander, fly you high!"

We both giggle.

Then I shot up with a cool new idea.

"Sierra! I've just realized something amazing!" I near-shouted.

Some of our classmates turned to stare at us, and to scold me. Well, I guess I did shout.

"Haters." I mutter under my breath once I'm not a topic anymore.

"But, what were you going to say?" Sierra asked.

"That we both like boys with brown hair." I announce.

"Yeah...I like that idea..."

"I know. And we both have irregular hair colors!"

"Yeah! Purple and Red!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah! We make Purplish-Red! Let's join our hair together!" I suggested.

Sierra's face got serious.

"I'm sorry Izzy. You took it too far."

"No! No I didn't! It's a great idea! Come'ere! I'll intertwine our hair!" I said, reaching towards my friend's purple hair.

"Whoa, Izzy, what happened to your meds?" Sierra asked me.

"Oh," I said, thinking what did happen to them, "I guess I forgot."

"Yeah, I think so." she said.

We giggled some more.

A little bit after the giggling, I sigh. It was a sad and dry sigh; one that suggests a somber and melancholy moment in one's life.

"Jesus Chris," Sierra begins, "what happened?"

"Bored." I talk-sigh, then melodramatically drop my head on my desk.

"Ouch!" I exclaim and then rub my forehead. I hit it on the desk.

"You're supposed to be doing work." Sierra tells me once I recover.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, Mrs. Morris just told us what to do."

"Oh, all right." I tell her as I get my book out of my backpack, accidentally kicking Noah's seat in the process.

"Oops, sorry." I murmur under my breath. Not like I really care right now about his well-being. But, much to my amazement, he wasn't upset. No, he actually did something nice.

"I like your shoes, Izzy." he tells me.

Wait, hold up, tag team.

Was that just a complement that escaped from his lips? A complement coming from King Sarcasm himself? That is something unbelievable. So unbelievable, in fact, I check my shoes, just to make sure I'm wearing them.

Oh, yeah, those. I forgot they were new. My new custom Chucks. Green and black barbwire print with an all black base.

Nothing really special or exciting, really.

"Erm, thanks?" I question. I'm trying to see where he's going with it.

"You're welcome." he responds.

Then he winked at me.

My God. My God, My God, My God, Oh My Flippinlicious God. What happened? What was that about?

Oh, he just made my life a trillion times more difficult.

He's bipolar, that's what it is. But I think I am, too.

Maybe.

I don't really know.

I really need that bell to ring now.

And when it did, I was oh-so-grateful.

I dashed out the classroom towards my locker. Shove crap into locker, shove crap out.

I slam my locker shut. Noah walks by with Courtney – they're both talking about student government.

Courtney glares at me.

Oh shitiz. Deep krap.

Krap, krap, krap. Krap.

Sierra comes and skip-walks to my locker so we can walk to our next classes. I have to skip-walk to AP US History while singing "All the Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)" by Beyonce.

"If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it! If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it!" Sierra and I sung while skipping. "Don't be mad once you see that he want it, if you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it!"

That received several annoyed stares. Not like we cared, though.

I then take my seat in front of Heather Zhao-Wang.

She taps me on my shoulder. I turn to face her supercilious smirk.

"Hey, you know Noah?: she asks.

"Noah Jameson?"

"Yeah."

"What about him?" I question.

"Well, because of very trustful sources, I happen to know that he likes you."

"Ha, you can't fool Izzy." I say. "He likes Courtney."

Heather's right eye quivered.

"You...just talked about yourself in third-person..."

"Oopsie." I reply. I can't always remember not to speak like that.

"But, anyways," she says, dismissing my mishap, "perhaps, now that you think about it. But he talks more about you than Courtney."

I try to decide if her information was true and factual.

"Yeah, like, I have two class with Catherine, and she talks about Nickolas all the time." Lindsay reassured.

"Lindsay, it's Courtney and Noah," Beth tried to assist her friend.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, Lindsay."

"Lindsay, Beth, shut up!" Heather snapped.

Jesus, she's Heather. Queen of Gossip and Rumor, with her minions, Lindsay Powell and Beth Damon.

I roll my eyes.

Liar. Total liar.

I dismiss her information. (more like gossip)

"Eah, disbelieve me if you wish..." she trailed off.

I resumed my history work – and waited for the cherished dismissal bell to ring.

Okay, yeah.

Just useless filler-material and krap.

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