Why Don't We Just Dance || Willard Hewitt

Chapter 2 - You Talk Funny

Izzy's POV
The next morning, Ren drives us to school. The radio in his car is blasting the song Black and Yellow. As Ren pulls into a parking spot, I get out of the car and start walking towards the school. Ariel and Rusty are standing on the pavement outside of the school, watching my brother and I.

I wave to Ariel and Rusty and Rusty waves back to me. My brother jogs up next to me to catch up.

As we're walking past Rusty and Ariel, Ren stops to talk to Ariel.

"Hey. You're Ahriel right?" He asks. Ariel nods.

"It's Ariel," she says as she turns around and starts walking into the school.

"I like your tie. It's really nice," Rusty comments with a smile before following after Ariel. My brother thanks Rusty as we begin walking into the school after her and Ariel.

As Ren and I are walking through the hallway, Ren stops at a display case with a photo of five seniors who had died in a car crash. I stand next to him to look at the display case. As we resume walking again, my brother bumps into someone who is walking the other way.

"Hey, watch where you're going, little guy," The boy says. When he notices me, he tips his hat to me. "And little lady,"

"Sorry. I didn't see you," my brother mutters. The boy shrugs.

"Hey, you know it's like driving. Stick with the flow of traffic, numb nuts." He says. Ren frowns.

"Maybe if you weren't wearing all that camo, I'd be able to see you. You should wear one of those orange vests so that hunters don't shoot you," my brother says sarcastically.

"An orange vest. I don't wear orange. I'm no Tennessee fan, I'm a Georgia Bulldog." The boy says. I snort to try and suppress a laugh. "Where are you two from? You talk funny,"

"We talk funny? You should hear yourself from our end," Ren comments. "We're from Boston, Massachusetts. It's in the United States?"

"Yeah. I think I read about it somewhere," The boy says with a smile. He shakes my brother's hand. "What's up, man, I'm Willard."

"Ren McCormack," my brother replies. Willard looks over at me.

"And what's your name, little lady?" He asks.

"Isabel McCormack. But I prefer Izzy," I say. Willard nods.

"Nice to meet you, Izzy." He mutters with a nod. He then takes my brother's schedule from his hands. "English literature and composition. That's this way,"

Willard shows my brother to his classroom and then shows me to mine. I have the same first period that Willard has which is Probability and Statistics.

I sit down in my seat and Willard sits behind me.

As the teacher begins, I set my chin in my hand and quietly listen to the teacher talk.

Willard's POV
I can't help but stare at Izzy. She's real pretty. She may be a city girl, but she isn't like some of the other rich snob ones.

I admire her brown hair that falls in waves down her back. It shocks me that Ren is her twin brother. They look nothing alike. I guess they're fraternal twins.

After Probability and Statistics, I have P. E. with Ren. Coach has us doing sprints. Ren and I are in the second group to run.

"I'm gonna smoke your butt," I say as the first runners come back and high five us so we go.

I start to run and Ren leaves me in the dust. As I stop to touch the ground before running back, I slip on the grass. Thankfully, I don't fall.

I run back and high five the next person in line. I bend over and try to catch my breath. I may be a football player, but I just ran as fast as I possibly could and I still didn't beat the new kid.