80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #14- Our Secret?

Izzy and I were decently good friends. He was a senior in high school, and I was best friends with his younger sister, Arabella. See, Izzy, and I got along great a lot of the time. He helped me with my math homework, and I helped him with English. That was our agreement, and sometimes we go to his, and other times he's at mine.

"Bella, you seen Iz today?"
I asked her, turning around in my desk.

"Nope."
She said, popping the p.

"He's supposed to come over to do homework today. Especially cause he has a final coming up."
I said.

"Just ask him if you see him."
She shrugged, going back to her doodles.

I nodded and turned back around, waiting for the bell to ring. When it finally did, I saw him by his locker next to a bunch of his football buddies.

"Iz, you comin' over today?"
I asked, tapping his shoulder.

"In your dreams, Sophomore."
He snarked, causing all of his buddies to laugh.

I nodded and walked away quickly. The rest of the day was a blur. When I got home, I started working on my math, going over the notes and getting the hang of it. It was mainly a review, so I didn't have to do much. When I finished up, I heard a knock on my door and rolled my eyes, knowing it was Izzy.

"Hey, so the final is-"
Izzy started before I shut the door in his face.

"C'mon, June. Open the door."
He knocked again.

"Please."
He groaned, causing me to open the door and step outside.

"What do you want?"
I asked, crossing my arms.

"Well, you're not in a good mood."
Izzy sighed.

"You just don't miss a thing, do you?"
I snarked.

"What did you want, Jeffrey?"
I sighed.

"Well, I was hoping you would help me study for the final."
Izzy shrugged.

"But just not so the football team knows, right?"
I asked.

"Well, that's how it's been all year."
He reasoned.

"Like secret friends, right?"

"Exactly."
He smiled, clearly missing the fact that I was pissed.

"Yeah, no."
I said before turning and going inside.

"You can't just say no, I'll fail."
Izzy said, following after me.

"Get out."
I sighed, annoyed with the fact that I forgot to lock the door.

"Not until you help me study."
He bargained.

"I'll consider helping when you get off your high horse."
I bit back.

"The fuck are you talking about?"
Izzy asked, looking offended.

"'In your dreams, Sophomore'; really, Izzy?"

"You're hung up on that?"
He rolled his eyes.

"You're damn right I am. I don't deserve that, Izzy. And I don't give two fucks if you think it makes you cool or keeps up your reputation. Because if that's who you're gonna become, I don't wanna stick around."
I ranted.

"Your job is to help me pass English, not be my girlfriend and talk to me in the damn hallways."
He groaned, clearly annoyed with me.

"I don't want to be your fuckin' girlfriend, Izzy. What I'm asking is for you to respect me and not be a dick when I ask a simple question."
I sighed.