Izzy's POV

You know who's a great dude? Haha, well, you already know who, don't you? Of course you do, silly!

Noah.

He's an awesome dude.

He's all short, but he's a good short. And he's all brown and long, wavy hair. And sarcasm — we can't forget the sarcasm! Snarky, snide, sarcastic sarcasm. That's my Noah.

And I am now starting to sound like Sierra when she's talking about Cody...

Ugh.

All ickyness aside, I'm in class right now... bored out of my mind. Second block is so boring sometimes. All the cool people that make class fun and exciting like to skip second block, so whenever they're gone, the fun is gone...

"Sierra!" I actually whispered this to my friend, but you know how sometimes you whisper something to someone and it's actually louder than if you had talked normally? Yeah, that's what happened.

Sierra took a quick glance at Ms. Cortez before responding back to me with a "What?"

"Do you want to play tennis today in gym?"

"Maybe... Just singles? Or doubles? I might have to finish the homework before I play."

"The homework?" I asked, incredulously. Sierra looked at me with a very "Duh" face on, as if I was stupid, and said, "Yeah, the little packet that she gave us."

"In here?"

"Yes, Izzy, in here."

"Oh my God, why?!" I jumped out of my seat when I said this, making sure to flail my arms around me. Of course, everybody looked up at me and were probably questioning why I did this, but I don't care. Ms. Cortez raises an eyebrow at me until I sit back down. I do care about that. I don't have time to be sent to another classroom!

"When did she give them out?" I asked Sierra. She squinted up her eyes in thought and tapped her chin with her finger. "Like... last week, I think."

"Gosh, I've gotten behind in here! I didn't even remember that packet thingy."

"Well, you better catch up on it next block. Forget about tennis. Tennis won't get you an 'A'."

"You're right."

"And plus, this thing is due Friday." and with that, Sierra handed me the packet. She got half-way through it, which is a whole lot more than what I've accomplished so far.

"Eww. I have conjugating stuff. It's evil."

"Lol, Izzy, everything is evil in here to you."

"Wait, did you just say lol?"

"Yes, I did! I started doing that for no good reason. Sorry."

"It's okay... I think..."

"No, it's okay. I'll stop."

And with that, the bell rang, which meant that it was finally time to go to gym class.

You can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it...

This is what I'm repeating to myself. Why, you may ask? Because we're currently doing six-inches a.k.a suicides. Why, you may ask? Because the stupid basketball team did something stupid, I don't even know, and now we, the gym class has to pay for it, because there's several people on the basketball team.

And it's not even my basketball team! It's the guys! That's some stupid stuff. Some really stupid stuff.

"I can do this..." I didn't really believe this, though. I absolutely suck at those things. They're an epic fail for me. Other people can do them, I'm sure. I've seen them. But I can't do them. And that actually makes me sad.

You can insert a frowny face here.

"Alright, now, basketball team, don't do anything stupid like that again! Ya hear me?" Coach yelled.

"YES SIR!" everybody that was on the team, that was here, responded.

I rolled over onto my stomach and laid my head down onto the floor. Yes, the dirty, hard, cold floor. Please don't judge me – I'm tired and my abs hurt. And yes, it sounds a bit counterproductive, but hear me out! That dirty, hard, cold floor feels heavenly against sore, achy muscles. Don't believe me? Try it for yourself.

Everybody around me scrambled around me, trying to do whatever they wanted or needed to do. Some people were going to play basketball, some were going outside to play tennis or hang out on the track, others wanted to hang out in the health room, I few groups of people were just going to wander around the gym, and then there's the skippers.

I had Spanish homework to do.

Sadly, my backpack was in the girls' locker room. And that was a far distance away. Well, with sore abs and all. Would crawling be stupid right now? I'm sure it would...

I thought about my options.

Crawling it is.

And crawled I did! Yes, I looked soooooooooooooooo stupid. Yes, I got almost trampled on by the big, tall basketball players. And, yes, I got so much dirt on my clothes. But it was worth it.

So with my Spanish homework in hand, and pencil in the other, I set off to the health room to try to finish this packet before playing tennis.

"Yes Noah! Take that!"

"I don't have to play this game, you know that, right?"

"Yes you do, Noah! I'm making you."

"I will put this racket down and walk away!"

"Do it then!" I dared him. Now our game was at a standstill. I had the tennis ball in my hand, bouncing it up and down. "I dare you, Noah."

"Fine Izzy!" he said, and started to lower the racket to the ground.

He wouldn't leave me, would he? He placed the racket on the ground at this point, and crossed his arms across his chest.

"You're not going to leave me, I know you're not."

"Don't hold your breath." He started backing away from me and the court.

"You're just baiting and switching me!" I'm sure of this!

"There's not bait, there's no switch." He turned his back to me and started walking back to the gym.

Oh well, I lost my tennis partner. Should I chase after him? Or should I find somebody else to play? I looked around. Everybody was pretty much at the track. I saw Katie and Sadie walking towards the gym. Maybe they would play? Nah, they're going to make three, and they're only going to want to play with each other.

Maybe I should get Noah back...

"Noah! Noah! Noah!" I called out for him. He was still walking towards the gym, but he stopped and turned around to face me again.

"What?" he asked.

"Play tennis with me." I whined. He sighed and asked me, "Why?"

"Because," I told him, "I'm bored and you're the only one I wanna play with!"

"Find somebody else."

"I refuse!" and with that, I took him by his arm and dragged him back to the tennis court.

He begrudgingly obliged to my request. And I was happy. And we played tennis. And I won. And victory was delicious.

I have updated this. Yes, it has taken a year or so. Yes, I've severely neglected my writing. And, yes, I'm graduating in June. C/O 2014

Don't expect an update anytime soon.

I'm just putting that out there now.

I'm not going to disappoint ya'll like that.

I'm not going to get ya'll's hopes up like that.

I'm not going to promise something and not deliver it like that.

I still love ya'll though.

xxvoicesxx

04/20/14

12:18 AM, EST