Lost

1.

Okay, only  forty-four minutes to go, she pondered as she tapped her foot restlessly, unable to tear her eyes away from the ticking time bomb situated on the wall above the teachers head. Only forty-four minutes and this class will be over. Oh how she hated English. With a passion she might've added. Every class feeling like a repetition of itself. Read a book, write a report. Watch the movie, write a report. This week, no this year, has felt as though it has dragged on incessantly, each class taking its own goddamn time. She moaned internally
"...., Isla?"  She seized her foot tapping and looked up dumbly upon the mentioning of her name to the people all staring at her. Shit! She thought newly awake to the fact that she had been so suppressed in my own little world that she hadn't been paying attention to what Mr. McKennon was saying. "Do you care to enlighten us on your Thoughts Miss. Isla Jayne?" He stared at her, a smirk riding on his face, finding contentment in making an example of a student.
"No Sir" Isla replied, feeling the blood rise to her cheeks. What else was Isla too say? She couldn't exactly tell the poor man that his lessons put her to sleep. Or could she? She shook my head to solidify her response (and partly to assure herself it was the wrong thing to do) and he sighed clearly satisfied.
"Okay, now as I was saying.." pausing to confiscate someone's mobile phone, "William Shakespeare wrote over 150 sonnets and around 37 plays, making him one of the most successful writers of his time. And as i would hope, in ours too." Tossing a green stress ball up in the air Mr. Mckennon looked around the class and smiled. The sounds of whining filled the small space as a sudden realisation struck the class. The old git had his 'I'm giving you a new book assignment' look. "so this is..." The sound of knocking on the door caused the teacher to pause what he was saying and look around to the door. "Class, I forgot to mention prior that we were getting a new student today" he admitted before continuing "This here is Lucas Delovera". The loud sounds of girls giggling and chattering filled the room quickly, an obvious sign that the guy was a 'total hottie'. chars shuffled on the floor as students moved their chairs over inviting the new guy to sit besides them. Everyone was in a frantic chaos to be the person the hottie chose. However Isla simply stared at her paper before her completely oblivious to the new guy. All she wanted to do more than anything in the world was to disappear from her teachers and peers. A task that was nearly impossible as a result from an accident that tore her family in two. Isla used to spend time with the 'popular girls', in fact she actually used to be the 'it' girl. But following the accident she was found as an easy target in being someone to blame for the tragic death of everyone's shining knight, her half brother.

"Tom, let's go to the concert tonight!" she yelled excitedly, already dressed to impress. The sounds of music caressed her and she bobbed non-stop to the tunes of Dua Lipa. Her smile spread from ear to ear, contagious making Tom laugh. "Please Tom."
"Okay!" he agreed, unable to stop laughing. "just let me grab my coat and keys." He fumbled through his backpack gripping his keys firmly and ran into his room to grab his coat before finally walking out. "Lets bounce" he looked at his step sister before heading to the door.
The radio blasted loud echoing throughout the car and both Isla and Tom sung terribly along to the music. Everything seemed perfect, until they drove through a cross road on a green light and a bright light filled the car. Tom screamed, reaching for Isla, wrapping his body around her own and the car slammed into the side, sending the siblings flying across the road, defying gravity.

The movement of a chair shuffling to the left brought Isla back to reality. She blinked, dazed, secretly to hide any hidden tears that had pooled in her eyes threatening to spill. "Hi, I'm Lucas" Said a gravelly voice besides Isla, holding out a hand to introduce himself.
"Good to know." Isla rudely retorted, continuing to keep her eyes facing down at the paper before her. "I wouldn't talk to her if i were you Lucas, you wouldn't want her unpopularity to rub off on you" an unidentifiable voice snickered from the corner singling out Isla. Too much attention, she couldn't afford attention where she was no longer welcome. But Lucas just chuckled and extended his arm out further to Isla, causing her to glance upwards towards him. Her heart sunk, upwards. The logic flawed but it was how she felt. The sides of her vision blurred, the world spinning as she felt a deep connection occur in her gut. His grey eyes were entrancing, captivating and his blond hair fell lazily over his face. Isla coughed internally clearing her throat and return to reality. She shoved her hand into his outstretched palm pretending to be bored. "Isla." she stated simply, before glancing up at the clock then returning to her paper. great only 28 minutes to go she huffed.

"Hmm, Isla." Lucas said after Mr. Mckennon finish explaining the new writing assignment. Her name rolled easily of the tip of his tongue, sending a wave of shivers to convulse down her spine. "I feel like we've met already?" he smiled a big smile, opening his eyes. Isla sat up straight, positioning her body in a defensive manor bracing herself for the blows. 'You're the freak' she expected him to say. But deep down she knew that wouldn't be the case because he was right. Isla did feel as though she had met him before and the feeling was rendering her speechless.
"I doubt it" she finally spoke causing him to chuckle once more.
"You're funny"
"hardly"
"Am i going to get anything friendly out of you?" He smirked
"Nope" Isla shrugged.
"Good, I like them mean" He winked, making Isla blush and a small smile to curve at the corner of her mouth. "There's that beautiful smile" Clapping vibrated in her ears as Lucas celebrated his small victory.
"So why did you move?" Isla ask, more so to deter his attention away from herself than to make small talk.
"I was looking for someone"
She laughed at him "Did you find them?" she joked, amused with his cryptic sensibility and vague description.
"Yes, I think I did" He smiled proudly. A twinge of unexpected jealousy pitted at the base of her stomach.
"Were they all that you expected them to be?" she question, trying to appear bored when in reality she wanted nothing more to jump inside his mind and read his thoughts. He intrigued her, making her pulse flutter. Or maybe it was just the way he acted as though he had the world in the palm of his hand and not a care at all.
"She was indeed" His voice dipped fondly, and his eyes darkened. "It's been along time since we have seen each other, her parents made a deal with mine, and now I plan on making sure it follows through". It might've been the raging desire to become a part of Lucas's mind, or it might've been the way that every single person in the room had disappeared, but Isla felt as though that sentence was directed solely at her. Stupid she shook her head erasing the selfish thoughts from her brain and looked up at the clock upon the wall just as the bell rang. Finally, end of class, she thought as she bolted quickly out of the room and into the corridor.