The Third Year

Chapter 8

So this chapter is kinda short, but it's more of a filler. I hope to get some better stuff later this week. I spent today trying to go back and edit some things in my previous chapters, tweeking a few things and fixing some grammar. I didn't look over this chapter very closely so just know I will be going back and fixing some things. In the mean time, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Vote, read, comment, fan, tell your friends. Y'all know the drill:) Thanks for reading!

Chapter 8

Ivy’s POV

When I walked in to school with Michael’s arm around my shoulders, I felt like the entire student body was watching us. I blushed, bending my head down so my hair fell in front of my face, blocking the views of the judging stares. Please make it to my locker quickly. I continued watching the floor, averting my eyes from the judging stares when I felt a hand brush my hair behind my ears. I looked up to see Michael smile down at me before bending over to whisper in my ear, “Don’t hide in your hair; there’s no need. Who cares what they think? And besides, they’re just jealous,” he said, smiling before standing back up to his full height. I felt my cheeks blush, but before I could respond to his sweet words, he turned us to the left, down the all too familiar hallway: the art hall.

I blinked in confusion and then looked up at Michael. He seemed pretty content to the art room, he arms till slung casually around my shoulders. But how did he know I always go to art in the morning? I thought in awe. Looking up at Michael, his blond hair tousled just right, his white tshirt showing off his well toned muscles and his blue jeans, I was shocked that this gorgeous guy actually noticed me. Me, the girl who wears cowboy boots and prefers to stay at home drawing or reading then go out with her friends. The quiet shy girl who makes good grades, but hides in the back of the room.

While I was staring up at Michael in wonder, he glanced down at me, catching me eye. He winked before looking back up and waving a hand to someone we passed in the halls. “Um-hey Michael,” I began, gently tugging on his shirt to get his attention, “where are we going?” He snorted before looking at me with amusement. “The art room, dummy. Where you go every morning?”

This time I couldn’t control the shock on my face as my jaw slackened and fell open. He really knew who I was. He laughed before gently pushing my chin up to close my mouth. “Careful there, or you might get a bug in your mouth.” I blinked and looked around, realizing we were at the art room. Michael pulled my bag off his shoulder, passing it to me. “Thanks,” I mumbled, looking anywhere other than him. “I guess I’ll see you around?” I said, though it sounded more like a question then a statement.

“Ya. Do you need a ride home?” he asked. I looked up to see him biting his lip. Was he embarrassed?! I smiled up at him, trying to reassure him. “That would be great, actually, but my sister will be with me so we can just – “ he held up his hand, cutting off my sentence. “I can take you both, no problem. Well, my brother will be there too, but he won’t mind.” He smiled before backing away and starting to head down the hall. I smiled as he waved at me. “See you later, V” he said, turning around the corner and out of my sight.

I leaned against the wall outside the art room, in a slight daze. I still couldn’t believe all of this was happening. “Somebody pinch me,” I whispered. “Ow!” I jumped in pain and turned to see Emily standing there, smiling. “What was that for?” I asked, rubbing my arm where she pinched me.

“You asked to be pinched so I did. Now come on Iv, I need you help on my project” she said, turning back into the art room. I started following behind her, glancing back down the hall one last time in the direction Michael had gone. I smiled at the thought of seeing him again later and followed after Emily, the smile still on my lips.