Not Telling Anyone

False Alarm

The next morning Isaac wasn't in the cafeteria and I got a little worried. I'd shown up at the usual time, he should be here. I decided to text him as soon as I got to the practice room. When I entered the music hall I saw that the practice room door was slightly ajar. I went in to investigate. I turned to turn on the light when arms wrapped around my waist.
      I froze for a second before kicking backwards. The person groaned in pain and fell to the ground. I quickly turned on the lights and looked at the person.
      "Isaac! You know not to sneak up on me! My first instinct is to kick," I said angrily, even though I was trying my hardest not to laugh.
      "Noted!" He grumbled still writhing in pain.
     "I'm sorry cheeseball," I kneeled beside him.
      "I knew you played soccer, but holy shit that hurt, and it didn't help that you hit there," he whined.
      "I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to, I should've known it was you," I patted his arm.
       "I just wanted to surprise you for our four month anniversary!" He exclaimed.
       "Do you need ice?" I asked.
       "Yes please," he pouted rolling his head onto my lap.
       "Alright I'll be right back," I got up and exited the practice room. Looking everywhere before walking. I walked into the nurse's office and she looked up and smiled.
       "Hello dear whatcha need?" She asked looking concerned.
       "Hi my friend twisted her ankle walking down the hall. I was wondering if I could get ice for her?" I asked.
       "Should I come look at her ankle?" She asked.
       "No she's done this before. She says that she just needs ice. She'll be fine," I said.
       "Okay. Here you go. Just throw it out when she's done. It's a disposable one," she said grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and handing it to me.
        "Thanks!" I said going back to the band hall.
        "Oh thank goodness I found you!" Micaela exclaimed urgently, coming towards me. I quickly held the ice to my wrist.
        "What's the problem?" I asked concerned.
         "What'd you do to your wrist?" She asked getting distracted like usual.  
        "I fell, get to why you look so concerned!" I hurriedly.
        "Right," she took a deep breath. "It's Isaac."
        "What about him?" I asked calmly.
        "He's currently knocked out in the far practice room," she explained.
        "What?!" I took of running. I didn't think I kicked him that hard or it could be... Oh shit. I ran faster. I get to the room to see my friends gathered around the door. I push through them and kneel next Isaac's unconscious form.
     I drop the ice and my backpack and lift his shirt up a little bit exposing his insulin pump.
     "What are you doing?" Micaela asked.
     "He's diabetic, I'm checking to see if it's his blood pressure that did this," I explained grabbing the pump.
      "And you know this how?" Lisa asked.
       "We went to the same camp remember?" I look at his blood pressure levels and saw that they were perfectly normal.
      "How do you know where his pump is?" Katie asked.
      "I assumed it would be where most diabetic people have it," I looked at them and shrugged.
       "Well what's the verdict Dr. Ranson," Micaela asked.
        I rolled my eyes at her comment, "well his blood pressure levels are fine so therefore ISAAC WAKE UP!" I hollered and backed up slightly.
      He bolted up, just as I suspected, "what?! What happened?!"
     "Why are you sleeping in a music practice room?" Micaela asked.
       "I was tired and saw that nobody was in here and I fell asleep," he said sitting up. He looked around at all of us, and smirked. "Were you ladies worried? I had a dream that someone was lifting up my shirt." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
       And this is where my fantastic acting skills come in handy. I stood and shouldered my back pack. "Oh please in your dreams. Heck if we were worried we simply wanted a none band person out of our practice room."
      "Feistier then I remember Kat, but alright I'll get out of your hair," he stood up, winking (meaning he'll be just around the corner), and heading out.
       While my friends were watching him leave I glanced at the floor noticing that the ice was gone, I laughed to myself. Approximately ten seconds later my friend turned and looked me and began yelling.
        "What was that?!"
         "Where'd that confidence come from?!"
        "He totally just winked at you!"
        "He said that he remembers you!"
        "You guys were totally flirting!"
         I face palmed. "Guys be quiet! One at a time!" They were all silently squealing.
        "Did you hear him!" Micaela whisper yelled.  "He said that your feistier then he remembered that means that he remembers you!"
       "Yeah your point? Doesn't mean that he returns the feelings," I replied.
          "He winked at you," Lisa stated crossing her arms, raising an eyebrow. 
         "He probably does that to a lot of girls," I shot back.
         "To be bluntly honest, I've never even really seen him talk to other girls," Katie said.
        "You obviously don't see him much," I checked my watch,  7:55, ten minutes before the bell. "And speaking of him, he stole my ice pack, so I'm going to go get another one."
      "Why? What'd you do?" Lisa asked.
      "I fell on my wrist awkwardly. Just need a little ice and I'll be fine." With that I headed down the hallway. I could still hear the whispers of my friends.
       "Isn't she acting strange?" Lisa asked.
       "She complains about not getting here early enough to hang out with us, but when she is here she's elsewhere in the building. I know she was having troubles with math for awhile there, but I thought they were over," Katie whispered.
        "Something's up," Micaela whispered back as I walked out of the hallway.
        I was grabbed by the waist and pulled to a kind of hidden corner of the connecting hallway. I leaned against the hall and look up into Isaac's eyes. He stared back smiling widely.
      "Thanks for the ice," he said, his voice just above a whisper.
       "You're so welcome," I murmured.
       "Where'd that attitude come from? I was surprised, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't like it. I loved it," he said leaning in closer.
        "I'm glad that my acting skills could come I handy," I stared into his eyes.
       "Why yes they did," he leaned in all the way connecting our lips. He waisted no time in moving his while I struggled to keep up. I felt his tongue and I grabbed his biceps and pushed back.
     "Whoa there horsey. What's up with you?" I gasped for breath and giggle slightly.
     "Sorry couldn't help it. That attitude was hot," he said blushing and smiling cheekily.
     I laughed. "Okay whatever ya cheeseball." With that I leaned my head on his chest.