All For You

𝟎𝟏.

𝐈𝐳𝐚

I hate college.

Correction, I hate my life.

Being stuck in a 2-hour long maths lesson, made me question if this was real or whether I was stuck in a long nightmare. Or maybe this was my punishment from God because of that one time I stole a Twix bar as a kid, in my defence, I was hungry and broke-

"I'm pretty sure a drawing of a guy isn't the answer to the question." An annoying nasally voice whispered to me, interrupting my interesting flow of thought.

I turned to glare at the boy beside me. Trent pushed his glasses up as he looked at me with a disappointed look. He was my maths partner, Miss Darne or whatever her name was, moved him next to me to help with my maths.

"Can't you leave me alone for a second without looking at my book?" I mumbled, focusing on the sketch that I was working on in the corner of my maths book, it was small but had enough space for me to add more detail.

Sketching tiny drawings was a usual habit I adapted whenever I was bored, and my math book was full of them. So you can guess how much I hated it. 

Trent's eyes travelled down to what I was doing, and of course, he had to open his mouth. "You know he sort of looks like that new guy I've seen around the school, I think his name was Lioness."

"This drawing is something out of my imagination, not any guy I've seen," I mumbled to him, continuing to sketch the guy's hair in.

"You shouldn't be drawing anyway! It's one of Miss Darne's rules!" Trent scolded me, shaking his head in disappointment.

It took every muscle in my body, to not roll my eyes at him. Why won't he let me draw in peace? He is always telling me off for something in almost every lesson I have with him.

"Fuck Miss Darne's rules, I'll draw wherever I want to," I answered, my voice irritated before his gasp accompanied quickly after.

Trent gasped like I had ripped my heart out in front of him, with the following words. "I think Miss Darne is an amazing teacher who does her best to teach us everything we should know for our future." Oh my God, give me a break.

"Someone's in love," I mumbled, giving him a sceptical look.

"No, what I'm not!" Trent denied, his face starting to turn red.

"Are you sure?" I smiled, tilting my head to the right whilst meeting my eyes with his.

He started stuttering and blushing, "Just- Just do your fucking work, you're going to fail if you carry on like- like this."

I smiled to myself knowingly, the trick still works. "Adorable that you worry about me Trent but I'll be fine," I teased, talking lowly so only he could hear.

Trent just shook his head, muttering words to himself, and scribbling on answers in his book as if it was the only thing that could save him from embarrassment. I wanted to tease him a bit more, but then I was cut off by the resonating voice of a monster.

"Izabella! Over here now please!" The source of that horrible screeching came from further down the classroom.

Of course, it was Miss Darne ruining my fun, it always had to be her. She was what my brother, Aran, would call a 'mood murderer', and despite the idea that we disagreed in much, this was one of the least I could agree on.

I stood up, holding back the urge to jump out the nearest window beside me as I made my way down to her desk. Miss Darne was a small woman, she was short and nosy, with big beady eyes that gave death stares that made me wish I was blind.