There was snow on Christmas. Very pretty and nice-like.
Until I had to go help my little brother and my dad shovel it.
No, not to nice after that.
Because it was six inches of pure, fluffy, white frozen liquid that was previously suspended in midair.
Chapter 8
~Noah's Point-of-View~
Okay, well, that compliment I gave Izzy the other day was totally unexpected to me, too. It just about literally slipped out of my mouth, and I actually meant it.
Scary? Yes. Unbelievable? Definitely. Did Izzy believe me? Ha, I doubt it. But maybe she did. She's been wearing those shoes a lot now. So would that mean she believed me? But, a better question is why am I caring? Like, I don't hate her, but we're not friends either.
"Noah?"
I snapped up.
"Whoa, dude, I was worried about you for a second there." Cody told me, and I looked at him.
"Wha?" I asked.
"You were spacing out."
Oh, yeah. Science class. Book work.
"And you were staring at a certain red-head."
I glared at my friend. He looked taken aback.
"Hey, it wasn't me – it was all you."
"Wow Cody." I say, drumming my fingers on the desk.
"You dig her."
"I do not."
"Eah, bro, you do. Admit it. You want her."
I sneer. Cody shakes his head.
I start a new symphony with my fingers. Suddenly a bell rings, and everybody suddenly jumps up. It's one of the most cherished bells besides the ones for dismissal and lunch.
"Okay everyone, leave everything here, take a jacket if you have one, and go out the door to the right." the teacher tells us.
"Yes – no class for the next ten minutes!" Cody cheers as he jumps over desks to the door.
"And you're excited over that why exactly?" I ask while putting on my olive green jacket, then I jog-walk to Cody. We stride over to our group as other classes merge together in the hall.
"Because I don't fell like doing too much right now." he answers. I roll my eyes.
"I really don't see much purpose of a fire drill right now. It's December. Who in the right mind decided that today of all days – snow, ice, and cold – would make a good day to have a drill?" I ask.
Cody shrugs his shoulders as we turn into the staircase, and jog downstairs to the outside. We walk in silence until we hear a near-shriek.
We both look a bit ahead to see Izzy sitting on the ground, laughing to herself.
"Sierra, I just fell – and slipped – on the ice!" she laughs.
I roll my eyes as we near her. Sierra giggles into her mittens.
"Hey, hey, Noah, can you help me up?" Izzy asks me. I raise an eyebrow, Cody nudges me in my shoulder as he smirks, and Sierra's eyes widen a bit.
"Eah, helping isn't necessarily one of my fortes." I tell her, shifting my hands to my coat pockets.
Izzy scrunched up her face a bit before asking her friend.
"Of course I'll help you Izzy!" Sierra elaborates.
"Thanks," she says, "you are so nice – compared to some people."
"I heard that." I tell her.
"You were supposed to." she told me in a sing-song voice.
"Don't tell me – you were trying to be mean."
"I wasn't trying. I did."
"Not."
"Not?"
"You. Did. Not." I tell her slowly.
"I'm not slow."
"Eah, if you insist."
"And I do."
"Whatever."
"Yeah. I know. Now if you excuse me, I have an ice puddle to locate." she tells me in a huff.
"An ice puddle?" I ask myself when she leaves.
"Hey, don't ask me; that's your chick."
"First of all Cody, I wasn't talking to you. And second, and you date her best friend."
"Whoa, dude, I wasn't insulting you. I thought it was the truth." Cody defends himself.
"Same here." I retort.
We both sigh and roll our eyes. The bell then rings again and we all slowly file back into our respective classes.
"She scares me." I tell him.
"But you like that in her, I guess."
"I don't really like her like that."
"And you know that's a lie."
"No, it's really not."
"Okay, dude, it's time to leave Denialboro."
"Denialboro?" I question him.
"I don't really know. I got bored."
I smirk at him, the shake my head as we both enter the class, and sit down in our respective seats.
"Noah, how come you act so mean towards me?" Izzy asks.
"I don't act mean towards you."
"Yes, you do." she responds.
"Izzy," Cody interrupts, "Noah's not nice at all. 'Noah' and 'Nice' do not belong in the same sentence unless 'not' is before 'nice' and anything like 'isn't' is not before 'not'."
Izzy stares at Cody with wide eyes.
"Dude, that was so, like, awesome what you just said!" she exclaimed.
Cody knitted his eyebrows together.
"How...was that...?"
"Because, like, you put in so many negatives in there and stuff and..." she droned on.
I ignore her, and after a while, Cody did, too. Soon, she stopped droning and then the teacher started.
Okay, well, I tried.
I was going to type another section of this chapter, but then I got lazy.
Real lazy...
But, anyways, I don't really know. Just...review.