A Dizzy Story.

Chapter 3: A date

It wasnt actually a date, but in Izabelle's mind it was. The whole Gifted class was going, but Izabelle's plan was to make Devon see what he was missing, and have him ask her out. Izabelle dressed in an outfit, that said dressy-but-not-to-dressy. She put on makeup, but tried not to over do it. She Even braided her hair. This was actually all normal for Izabelle to do, but the fact that she was dressing up for a boy, was no where near normal.  The Gifted students had all planned to meet up at a fast food restaurant before heading towards the play house.  Most of the parents stayed to help their kids order, to keep an eye on them, and just to eat. Izabelle's mom was ordering her food. Izabelle's heart was beating four times it's normal speed. She couldnt wait to see him. Her body was shaking with excitement. Izabelle was getting her drink, she turned around to see that he was right behind her. Her hands began to shake, she suddenly was unable to finish pouring her drink.  She followed the other students, back to the booth they had picked out.

      Izabelle's food was untouched. She couldnt eat, she was to nervous. All of her friends where eying her. They knew what she was doing.  Izabelle was eyeing Devon, who sat right by her. He had spoken a few words to her with red cheeks, but barley any words were coming out of her mouth. She was to nervous, and her cheeks were too pink! Could he tell? The way he was dressed bought a smirk to Izabelle's face. Devon was usually the type of boy who wore Gym-shorts, and a ragged shirt to school. He dressed like he was poor, but he was far above that.  Tonight he wore a -what looked new- plaid purple shirt, and some ragged jeans, and a fedora. On any other guy, this would have been the worlds ugliest outfit, but Devon had a way of rocking it. 

  Everyone had gotten up, to either get their food, or refill their drinks. Well everyone except, Devon and Izabelle. Izabell's parents where at the booth across from her. They knew who the boy next to her was, and they made sure to make sure he knew, how she felt. 

"What's your name?" Izabelle's dad asked, obviousley knowing it was Devon.

"Devon." Devon said in the polite way, he was raised.

"Oh Devon." Izabelle's mom gave a Knowing smile, that made Izabelle blush.

"Hmmm." Izabelle's dad rubbed his hands together, smiled at Izabelle, and went on to talking to her mom about the two. 

        Everyone gathered their belongings and headed towards the theater -which was only across the street-. Devon and Izabelle where separated but not for long. Izabelle made sure to take as eat by Devon, well at least close to Devon.  She didnt want it to seem like she liked him, so she sat right next to her ex, who was in the middle of her and Devon.  Even though her Ex was sitting right between her and Devon she was still comfortable. It wasnt like her and her Ex hated each other, they where actually pretty close, but that was because she was the one to break his heart.  He was fighting to get her back, but she kept pushing him away, besides Izabelle was interested in his best friend. 

When the play had started Allen (Izabelle's ex) kept trying to get her attention. He was scooting towards her, trying to hold her hand, and he wouldnt shut up. Izabelle was trying her best to focus on the play, but with Devon so close, it was nearly impossible. She could have sworn she saw him looking at her too. 

   During Intermission, Izbelle was craving some attention. She felt drunk, she wasnt drinking or anything, it was just the feeling of having Devon so close. She was talking really loud to her friends, in hope of getting Devon's attention. He barley looked in her direction. She was sure he hated her now. 

When Intermission was over, Izabelle resumed her seat. She was surprised to see that Devon had walked in before Allen. Those two where almost inseparable.  Devon didn't sit where he was sitting last time, instead he sat next to Izabelle, this left her heart beating faster than a race car. He was so close, she felt like kissing him. Then Allen came in. Allen looked pissed. He asked Devon why he was sitting next to Izabelle, and Devon's response was "Now it's my turn to bother Izabelle." The  funny  thing though, is that Devon could never bother Izabelle.  He was to cute, and perfect.

Izabelle was never one to keep still, especially when nervous. She kept  fidgeting around. She hoped no-one would notice. But someone did. 

"Izabelle stop fidgeting." Devon cooed into her ear.

"Sorry." The sound of her voice only made her fidget more, it sent chills up her spine.

Devon took notice to that fact that she wouldnt sit still, "I will hold you down if I have to."

Thats exactly what she wanted him to do. She tried and tried not to move, it was no use. 

"I will hold your hand if I have too." Devon was seriously trying to get her not to move.

"i'm not moving. I promise." she tried not to move, but she kept on moving anyways. Devons eyes where burning holes through her. He knew she was moving, so why wouldnt he hold her hand? Their hands where inches apart.  Then Allen barged in...

"Izabelle doesnt like holding hands."  That was something she had told Allen this summer so, she wouldnt have to hold his.  After that Devon basically gave up on it. 

              The lights of the theater had flickered on, the play was over. Devon was talking to Izabelle, about who knows what, she was to fazed to even remember. Johnson (one of Devon's friends) Leaned into their conversation and said, "Izabelle do you like Devon?" The rumors had spread about a week ago, no one really took much notice to them. Well except Johnson, he had confronted Izabelle about it one day after school. She was unable to lie, about it. Johnson caught her on the spot. 

"No." Izabelle played it cool. Her face way a little pink, but she still played it off cool.