Unsaid Things

Chapter 28

* Eleanor's POV *

Gathering my gym strips from my locker, I feel a slight poke on my shoulder making me snap my head in the direction to see Isabelle standing there with her usual goofy smile.

"Go on ahead, I be there in a second" Isabelle smile fidgeting with her lock.

I just shrug and walk towards the large red doors that sealed the gym, pushing them open for I guess everybody else that was with me; I walk in.

The gym was already buzzing with conversation whether it was people who had already changed or people going into the change room.

Pushing the door to the girls change room open with my shoulder, the conversations hush almost immediately as I walk from behind the corner and their eyes avert to me but soon continue chatting.

As I slip my shirt off I hear an annoying, high pitched, squeaky voice say my name feeling a closer presences around me.

"Hey Ellie!" Sarah says as I put on my red gym shirt.

"Don't ever call me that." I warn slipping off my pants and putting on my shorts.

"Ya ya ya, are you and dan dating?"She says sweetly but soon gets serious with dead eyes and a cold voice as I retie my shoes looking up at her.

"W-what ..no.." I say confused.

"Oh cool! So I could like...totally go for him?" She cheers with a curious smile.

"Uh...I don't kn-care...ya...sure." I mumble feeling my face loose colour and my eyes turn a darker shade as the Isabelle walks around the corner with a goofy grin and her shirt already off.

Ducking past her, I walk back into the gym where everybody was still talking in their small cliques, I lean against the wall and wait for Isabelle to return to my presences.

The door to the girls change room swings open and my hope of it being Isabelle is gone as Sarah struts out flipping her hair; I really do hate every body in the class right now.

It's weird watching your peers doing shit, they act to stupid; it's like a nature documentary. Sarah strutted over towards Dan and basically hung off him.

I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous...fuck I'm jealous.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by fingers being snapped in front of my face, my head turns quickly to my side and I see Isabelle standing there with an eyebrow cocked and a curious look.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. So you and Phil." I smirk fakily wanting to change the subject.

"Ya, my parents want to meet him thanks to you." She glared with a semi joking face.

"Sorry, I thought they knew." I shrug.

"They did not fuck face." She grumbled leaning against the wall with me.

"Let's talk about Ashton Irwin." I smirk.

"Oh my god yes!" She pleads.

"Why is he so fucking hot playing drums?" I groan leaning my head on her shoulder.

"I do not know, but Phil's hotter." She smirks.

"Okay...ya sure, you have fun with Phil and I'll have Ashton Irwin." I smirk rolling my eyes.

"The concerts this weekend right!" She says her face lighting up.

"Oh my god! It is!" I squeal.

"We need to look cute af."

"Duh"

♢ I'm sorry this was short and sucky, I didn't know what to write. Raise your hand if you didn't go to playlist and ate pizza all weekend...👐✋👋✌️🙌💁🙋♢

-Cayden

Picture: The Phil lester defence squad leader, Mr. Howell.