Come On Izzy

One

*Izzy's POV*

I hate mornings, I really do. Especially getting ready for school. Ugh, I hate school. For some reason I hear a familiar voice coming from downstairs and its not my dad's. I just ignored it thinking it was the TV.

After my makeup and hair was all done, I picked an outfit and ram down the stairs. I only had 20 minutes to get to school and it was a 25 minute walk meaning I had to run. Just as I was about to slip my Toms on and run out the door, I saw my best friend Michael sitting at the table with my mom talking about something I couldn't care less about.

"Morning honey" my mom greeted as she handed me a plate with pancakes and bacon on it. Michael was done eating and sat down while staring at me in complete awe.

"Yes Clifford?" I teased. I slight pink tint rushed to his cheeks as he looked down at his lap smirking. I began to shove the food into my mouth still rushing to get to school at a decent time.

"Don't worry Izzy, I'm driving us." Michael seemed very happy about it but I didn't mind that. I have the biggest crush on Michael but he can't know that. We've been best friends for 4 years and he probably doesn't even feel the same way. I shook the thoughts from my head as I grabbed my bag and headed out the door with Mikey towards his car.

"So Izzy, I am almost done planning the party for Friday with the boys." Michael stated as he started the car.

"What's the party for?" I asked confusion obviously showing on my face.

Michael chuckled making me feel a bit dumb. "For your 18th birthday silly" He smiled at me and I smiled back feeling so happy that he remembered something I completely forgot about.

"Oh, right" I giggled slightly and that caused Michael to smile at himself as we pulled into the parking lot at school. I'll be honest I should probably have my own license by now but I'm just too lazy. Michael got his at 16 and he's 19 now. Of course he got held back on Sophomore year.

We both walked into school fairly quickly because we only had 10 to get ready for out first class. Michael has a different first class than me so we split up after we packed our lockers. This is when hell began for the day.