Come On Izzy

Two

*Izzy's POV*

I arrived at my first class and immediately felt the wave of pressure that naturally came with school. Being away from Michael made me uncomfortable almost 100% of the time. As I sat down in my assigned desk, I noticed a girl sitting across from me who was wearing a very short dress and super tall heels. She glanced at me and stated that her name was Claire and with that, she turned her head away. I was slightly confused but just pulled out my textbook. I've never been fond of History but I needed to pass. My teacher walked in and automatically started screeching and yelling at the other students to stop yelling and to have a seat. I usually ignore the lessons and wing it on exams and of course that's what happened today. My mind was just focused on Mikey. His forest green eyes and smile that lights up my entire world. I just pray to every single god that it doesn't slip out of my mouth that I like him. I couldn't do that to our friendship. It would ruin everything. And anyways, who would like someone like me? I'm just a short girl with normal blue eyes and brown hair. But he never hesitates to state how "beautiful" or "stunning" I am. It always makes me blush but he's just saying that because I'm his best friend. Right? Why do I care so much? It's never gonna happen. I'll just drag my way through my first class so I can see him.

*skip to the end of class*

I let out a loud sigh as I heard the obnoxiously loud bell cueing us to go to out next class. As I packed up my stuff, Claire came up to me and asked me what my name was. I told her she could call me Izzy and she nodded. She asked me if I had a boyfriend and I said no but looked down at my fingers.
"Yes you do, what's his name?" She slapped you in the face with the fact that she could tell you had some sort of feelings for Mikey.
"Michael" I slightly whispered.
"When did he take it?" She asked.
"Urm... Take what?" I questioned back clearly confused. She giggled.
"Your virginity duh." She said as if it was the most normal thing to ask someone you just met. You were very uncomfortable with the situation and mumbled and small "never" and dashed out the door.