Angel Wings

Chapter 9

Izzy and Will left the lodge and walked over to the library together.

They picked out a few books to read and Will started note taking on slips of paper given to him by Izzy.

He kept methodically closing the book with a slip of paper inside as a makeshift bookmark and then writing down his notes. Izzy watched out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm pretty sure there are things you can buy to keep the books open." She told him at one point.

"This brick is barely a book, it weighs a tonne." He had replied.

They spoke on and off as they worked but had stopped when a large group of people sat down on the table next to them and began talking.

Izzy was able to ignore them at first but they had gradually increased in volume, causing her to slip her headphones on in an attempt to block out the noise. It worked somewhat but she was reluctant to turn on the noise cancelling feature in case Will spoke.

He had told her a little about the party; apparently he had met an old friend on his way to the toilet and they had caught up; but he didn't talk about much else. It seemed that he had had a big of a shock as Izzy had. Izzy was happy that it seemed he'd enjoyed it, at least.

One of the voices next to them grow louder and shouted "Ayyy!" Izzy flinched from the noise but turned her head around to look.

The person who'd shouted was shoved by someone and they lowered their voice. It was still quite loud.

"Look who it is!" He spread his arms wide and the guys around him laughed. "Back from the dead."

Izzy turned back around to focus on her own work but saw Will's face grow pale. She stared at him quizzically.

Before he could say anything, Izzy heard a voice behind her. It was strangely familiar.

As Will's eyes widened she realised why she recognised it.

"What's up." Came the voice.

Will's cheeks flashed bright red and he looked at Izzy in a panic.

"Oh my gosh." He muttered.

Izzy looked over her shoulder again and saw Tyler, with his back turned, standing by the group of people. She felt unsure of what to do and leant forwards onto her desk. Her eyes focused down on the book.

"You ready to go?" A voice asked.

Multiple people agreed at once and Izzy could make out Tyler's voice above the rest.

The chairs behind her squeaked as people stood up.

"Come on then." Someone shouted before bursting into laughter.

The sounds amplified in volume as Izzy felt the presence of people passing by her desk. She froze in position, eyes buried in the book like an ostrich with its head in the sand. What if he spoke? What if he mentioned the weekend?

A part of Izzy felt as if she were betraying Will by not saying anything about it before.

"Please walk right past." She begged silently in her mind.

When Izzy was younger she had hated being in classrooms. Not because of the vinegary whiteboard smell, not even because of the chewing gum gamble you'd take in trying to move your desk around. She hated them because of the teachers.

Teachers were loud, teachers were unpredictable, teachers were tall and teachers were scary.

Teachers would tower over Izzy as she sat down in her small chair. They would stalk around the classroom as everyone practiced their spelling. Sometimes, when everyone was working on a task, they'd suddenly shout out, making Izzy jump.