The Third Year

Chapter 11

Hey guys so I'm calling this chapter 11, but really it's just chapter 10 in Ivy's POV. I figured I could go ahead and post this chapter tonight along with the other since it was the same scene, just different perspectives. Thanks for reading and I hope to get chapter 12 up tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on how much homework my teachers assign. Thanks for reading and please vote vote vote!

The song used in this chapter is once again Runnin' Outta Moonlight by Randy Houser. I posted the video on the side so check it out:)

Chapter 11

Ivy's POV

I slammed my locker closed, hoisting my bag onto my shoulder as I headed down the hallway to Oakley's locker. Pulling out my phone, I checked the time. 3:45. I also had a new message from Jackie. Smiling, I opened it, reading it quickly.

Hey girl! Let me no how today goes w/ M giving u a ride ;) ;) I had told her earlier about him offering us a ride and she about lost it. Smiling at her text, I decided to call her later instead of texting her.

Picking up my pace, I continued on down the hall to meet Oakley before heading out to meet Michael. As I turned down the hallway, I saw Oakley talking to a group of girls.

Sighing, I marched over sending her a death glare before smiling to her friends. "Hey guys! How are you? Oakley, come on we have to go," I said. Oakley rolled her eyes at me. "Sorry guys, but gotta go. Text me later about the test?" she called to her friends. I grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hall towards the parking lot.

"Ow, V, let go! You're hurting me," she complained. "Sorry, but we can't let him wait. I told him we would get out there quickly," I barked back, marching ahead of her. She jogged to catch up. "Sorry. So who is this guy?" I started telling her about Michael, how we met, etc as we got outside. Blinking in the bright sun, I could see Michael up ahead.

He was leaning against the truck, one foot propped up on the running bars, swinging his keys around his finger. He had his head back against the truck, his eyes closed. The way the light hit his hair, made almost too bright to look at. Sucking in a breath as I stared at his glowing self, I couldn't believe this guy was here. The guy I have secretly been crushing on for three years now has finally noticed me. And now he's driving me home! I may need Emily to pinch me again.

As we got closer, he opened his eyes and looked over at us. "Hey," I said as we got closer. "This is my sister Oakley. Oakley, this is Michael," I said, motioning between the two, shooting Oakley death glares. I really need you to behave. Don't ruin this for me! Michael nodded at Oakley, who was looking at him as if he was the new Justin Bieber. Stop it, stop it, STOP IT! He is mine, Oakley, all mine! Michael cleared his throat, glancing at me. I nudged Oakley, wishing she would stop giving Michael googily eyes.

She blinked then extended a hand out to him. "Nice to meet you Michael. I've heard a lot about you," she said. Oh please someone just kill me now. Michael looked shocked as he held out a hand, glancing over at me again. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, as my sister continued to hold his hand. Michael seemed to realize this, and pulled out of her grasp. He looked at me and laughed, as I was once again glaring at Oakley. "Nice to meet you too. You guys ready to go?" he asked, reaching for out bags and tossing them into the truck bed. I grumbled under my breath and marched around the truck to the passenger side, but I didn't get far as I felt electricity go up my arm. I stopped, turning to see Michael's hand on my arm. Before I could react, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Did you get my note?" I could have gotten the world record for reddest blush as I could feel the heat flood my cheeks, as I remembered his note.

He laughed, taking my redness as a yes, and turned back to help Oakley up. I scurried around the truck in embarrassment. How had I forgotten the note!? Stupid, stupid. I look like a complete idiot right now. I put my hands on my burning cheeks, wishing I could control the blushing. Sighing, I wrenched open the truck door and stepped onto the running bars. I almost made it up into the truck, but I stepped on the toe of my boot causing me to lose my balance. I could feel myself falling, so I closed my eyes and waited for my face to meet the asphalt.