She's a Lady

Chapter 11~Holy Peanut Butter Fudgeballs, You Just Kissed Me!!

~Okay, I've decided to get pictures of what everyone would look like if they were real. Not, like, anime stuffs. So, there's Hisami!!~

Hisami POV

I stared blankly at Isi as he went white, then blushed, then looked at his feet. He didn't look back up. "Isi, answer my question."

"No," he mumbled, sounding embarrassed. 

"Isi." 

He said nothing. I sighed.

"Isi," I said in a softer voice. "Just tell me. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, it's sorta weird, but I already knew you were weird."

"It's none of your business," Isi said with more force. 

"Dude, you have pictures of me in your sketchpad. Me! A bunch of them!! It is my business! Just tell me why you're obsessed with drawing my ugly self and then we can carry on with our lives."

"Because..." he mumbled something under his breath, but I didn't hear him.

"What?" I asked, getting frustrated.

"I like you..."

"Wait, am I hearing you correctly? What did you say?"

"I said I like you, you damn dumbass!!" he shouted. 

"WHAT?!" 

Isi sighed. "Yeah. I like you. I have for awhile now. You're a smartass, a retard, and you can't take a hint for shit--I mean, I almost kissed you the other day, so duh--but I like you. I guess that makes me a dumbass, but I do."

"Holy shit, everyone likes me..." I said, setting Isi's sketchpad on the counter and then plopping down cross-legged in the floor. I looked up at Isi's red face. "Why are you so mean to me, then?"

"Because you've been a bitch to me since second grade is why. You used to be okay but then the day of awards, you were a bitch and a smartass to me, and I have no idea why. So I decided to be mean back. I didn't like you then; I didn't start liking you until fourth grade."

"Wait, you don't know why I was mean to you?" I asked. In the corner of my eye I saw Quin shuffle his feet, obviously either mad or uncomfortable. A look at his face told me it was a little of both.

"No. I had absolutely no idea."

"Haha, wow! Even Quin remembers."

Isi looked at Quin, raising an eyebrow. "He knows why?"

"Uh, yeah," Quin said matter-of-factly. 

"Well, doesn't anyone want to tell me--"

"We are totally off topic!" I shouted, remembering what we'd previously been talking about. 

"I'm okay with that," Isi said.

"Well, I'm not. Why do you like me exactly? What's so likable about me?"

"Lots of stuff," Quin and Isi said in unison. Then they glared at each other.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, for one, you're short, which makes you cute," Quin said.

"And you're tough, which is way better than the rest of those pussies at school," Isi added.

"You can be really sweet."

"Or you can rip someone's head off in 2.3 seconds."

"You're really cute when you beg for shit."

"You're oblivious."

"Oh, yeah, it is cute when you get that dumbstruck look on your face."

"I have to agree with the fag."