Ivana

Part IV

Caleb's picture on the side.

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It turns out, she has a younger sister, and lives with her parents. Her sister was adopted when she was three and her name is Raysa.

Ivana rides the bus to our school and her father takes Raysa to hers.
Well, I've never really preferred the bus, so I guess that explains a bit as to why I hadn't noticed her till now.

I was not stalking.

I was standing in front of the reception desk to hand my application form in.

Mrs. Sanders smiled at me and I did the same thing. She was an old lady with striking white hair, tied in a tight bun and wore black rimmed spectacles.

"There are only a few members in this club. Are you sure about this ?" She asked me. Her smile wavering a bit.

I admit that there were a bunch of weirdos in that club. Actually, the whole club was weird. Or so they said.

"Yes Mrs. Sanders, I like the subject anyways." I lied smoothly, smiling at her.

I turned away and made my way towards my locker. There were still some students chatting in the hallway. When I reached it, Jordan was leaning against it , smirking at me.

"What ?" I scowled at him.

"Astrology Club huh ?" He gave me a knowing look and grinned.

And she happened to be in the Astrology Club.

I rolled my eyes at him and started sorting my books out for the day.

"Have you heard about the party ?" Jordan enquired, leaning against the locker beside mine. Which happens to be his.

"What party ?"

His eyes widened.

Mine widened on their own accord in return. What? Was I missing something?

"The Walkers man ! They're throwing a party tomorrow night at their house." He exclaimed, looking exasperated.

"More like 'Mansion'." I corrected, closing my locker with a dull 'thud'. I turned around.

The Walkers were filthy rich. They owned a mansion on the ouskirts of the city. They have two sons who unfortunately happen to study in our school, in our grade.

He snickered.

"True." He said as we started walking towards our class.
"So you comin' ?"

I shrugged. He knew I wasn't fond of parties that much. And I wasn't in good terms with them either.

"That's okay. I heard that Iva is coming." He said, looking at his nails casually. Sometimes I swear, he is such a girl.

And who was Iva anyway ?

I didn't need to ask. Because a moment later, Jordan squealed like the girl he is and pointed at someone across the hallway.

It was her.

She was slinging her bag over her shoulder when he squealed.She turned around and searched for the source. So did the shocked students lingering in the hallway. You see, Jordan was a pretty famous jock. I still don't know why he hangs around with me though.

Jordan sprinted towards her with a big grin on his face.

"Hey Iva! You comin' tomorrow ?"

She was grinning at him too.