Be Careful Out There

Chapter 3

Later in English, I look over at Isaac again, though this time, he's already staring at me, and it's I that catches him. I really don't mean to be creepy when I stare at him... He's just attractive. Plus there is something about him that I have to figure out, so I'm also staring at him out of curiosity. So what's his reason for staring at me? The bell finally dismisses us for the end of school. I walk to my locker to put my books in. When they are, an arm shuts it for me. I look up to see Isaac, his arm still against the locker.

"Is there a reason you stare at me like a creep all the time?" He asks.

"N-no." I stutter. I get nervous when I talk to him. I can feel my heart beat out of my chest.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not."

"Why are you lying to me?" I stay silent for a moment.

"You intimidate me." I say. He smirks. Damn that smirk.

"And so you stare at me, why?"

"Because you don't like me." I stall.

"I don't dislike you. I'm just not a fan of people. But what's the real reason?" It's obvious he's not going to stop questioning me until I answer.

"It feels like there's something about you that I have to know. I stare out of curiosity, I guess." I say. He smirks again. "Now if you excuse me, I need to go to detention."

"Now that I've started talking to you, you can't just leave me! What do you have detention for?"

"Talking to Scott and Stiles..."

"Of course" he laughs.

"Bye, Isaac." He grabs my arm.

"Just don't stare at me... Creepy at least, okay?"

"Only if you stop acting to suspicious and start talking to me." I smile. He smiles,too. I love that smile.. More than life. I walk to Mr. Harris' class happy that our conversation turned out better than I thought it would. Im glad that he doesnt think im.. AS creepy. When I walk in, Scott and Stiles are already sitting next to each other. I sit in front of Stiles because that's the farthest seat away...

"Detention. I thought you were better, Ms. Rose." Mr. Harris says to me.

"I'm not a bad student." I say abruptly.

"Then why are you in detention?" I stay silent. "That's what I thought." One. That's one strike. It takes three strikes for Mr. Harris to make me break and freak out. When I'm with him, I'm a time bomb waiting to blow. He just pushes me around all the time.