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The ride home was silent; dead silent. When we got home I went upstairs and headed straight for my room.

"Izzy, come here for a minute?" Vivian asks. I walk back downstairs and join her at the table. She starts setting out our in and out on the table and we both sit down.

"How do you know that guy back there?" She asks.

"I met this one guy, and his dad is a ass. He was never there for him growing up, and he chose someone over him. And that guy is the asshole dad." I pour out.

"How do you know the asshole dads kid?" Vivian asks.

"Long story"

That was the last that we talked about anything like that tonight. But we did have a good time just talking, and getting to know each other.
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The next morning I got up early. New school, fun. I got changed into a light blue crop top, dark blue jeans, and white air forces. I threw a light grey sweater. I did my makeup as Vivian braided my hair into two Dutch braids. Right as she finished, there was a knock on the door. I run over and swing open the door.

"Sam?" I say confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Do you want a ride?" She asks.

"Sure." I say grabbing my bag. I say goodbye to Vivian and walk outside and join Sam in her car.

"Are you ready for your first day?" Sam asks.

"As ready as I'll ever be" I say.

*at lunch bc school is boring*

I walk into the cafeteria and find Sam.

"Hey, there you are" she says.

"Yeah. Care to introduce me?"

"Yeah of corse" Sam says. "This is yasmine, moon and Demetri. And guys, this is Izzy."

"Yeah I saw you at the car wash, right?" Moon asks.

"Yeah that was me"

"Well Izzy, soon I have a-" moon starts but a soccer ball comes flying in and hits the legos that where for some reason in the middle of the table.

"Oh shit" I say. Demetri storms off towards the people who did it. And no surprise, there was Owen and Mason. I storm over there too, with Sam behind me.

"Hey Bella, long time no see" Mason starts.

"What the hell?" I say to them.

"What? It was just a little joke" The dude with the ridiculous red Mohawk says.

"When where you invited?" I scoff.

"Stop Bella" Mason says. I give him a side eye. "Izzy. Can we talk later?"

"I have somewhere I gotta be."

"Okay then. I'll see you around Bella" Mason says walking back.

"What was that about?" Sam asks as we sit back down.

"I don't know. It's nothing" I tell her.
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After school Sam dropped me off at home. No one was there. I throw my stuff down to make a call.

"Please pick up" I say to myself over and over again until I hear a click.

"Hello, How can I help you?" The man on the other end says.

"Hi, I need to speak to someone there." I say.

"Name,"

"His name is Robby Keene." I say; There's just silence for about 3 minutes.

"Hello?" Robby answers.

"Robby oh my god today I just started school but I don't care about that. How are you?"

"Heh, well my dad showed up at the soup kitchen and tried making peace with me." He says.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I kicked your dad in the balls yesterday" I say and try to lighten up the mood.

"A bit, yeah. But then, my dads old sensei from when he was like our age shows up. He gave me some weird advice about striking first."

"Huh. What's his name?" I ask.

"John Kreese. And I hate to ask this, but can you send me like a book or something stupid like that?"

"Who's giving you shit Robby?" I say sternly.

"No one. I just-"

"Bullshit. I'm calling you out. You have a black eye, I know for a fact you had a book before, and I saw you getting tossed around like a raw tortilla." I rant. "I won't do anything. I promise."

"This one kid is giving me shit. I don't know why, he just is."

"Okay. I'll bring a few things tomorrow. Unless you want it now?" I ask. "Or do you just miss me?"

"Can it be both?" Robby asks with a small chuckle after.

"Nope"

"I do miss you, it's up to you." Robby says.

"It's ridiculous that I only have one day of school this week, I'll see you later"

"Okay. See you Soon Iz" Robby says before hanging up.

It's the weekend, I want to do something dumb.

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