The Third Year

Chapter 35

Hey guys! Here's chapter 35. Had a lot of fun writing this chapter, though there are probably a few grammar problems that I hope to go back and fix soon. Thanks for sticking with the story. I really appreciate all the support I've gotten through my journey of writing The Third Year. I can't think y'all enough. 

Chapter 35

Michael’s POV

Hey, hope everythings ok. Cole said u were recovering from weekend. Ill bring ur work over after school if u want.

I hit send as I sat in the truck. I was sitting at the light at the front entrance of the neighborhood, headed to school. I had gone to pick up Ivy, only to have Cole answer the door. Startled, I was a little taken aback.

“Um, hey, I’m here to pick up Ivy?” I had said in what had sounded like a question.

Cole had looked behind him before turning back to me. “Sorry, man. She’s recovering from the lake trip this weekend so she’s not going in today,” he said leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest.

Confused, I looked him over. I had noticed he had dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept. Scrunching my eyebrows in confusion, I asked, “Can I speak to Ivy, please?”

He shook his head at my request. “She’s sleeping, but I’ll let her know you came by to get her,” he said stepping back into the house and closing the door in my face.

I was stunned to say the least, that this guy had the nerve to close the door in my face when it wasn’t even his house.

Beep. Beep.

I jerked out of my day dreaming and accelerated forward, waving a hand in apology to the car behind me. I continued the drive to school, listening to the faint hum of the radio, but not really listening to the words.

After several minutes, I turned into school and parked, cutting the truck engine. I pulled my phone out of the cup holder, seeing it flash with a new message. I opened the message to see it was from Ivy.

That wuld b great, actually! Thx so much Michael :)

Smiling, I got out of the truck and grabbed my stuff, heading into school with the thought of seeing Ivy later giving me some energy to get through the day.

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I pulled into the Turner’s driveway, cutting the truck engine and hopping out. I stood on the back tire and unzipped my backpack that was in the truck bed, digging around for the folder of Ivy’s work I had collected.

Finding it stuck between my chemistry book and my math book, I zipped my bag closed and hopped down off the tire. I started walking towards the front door when I remembered the food I had picked up on the way over.

Jogging back to the truck, I opened the passenger side door and pulled out the bag of soup I had picked up. I knew she wasn’t sick, but I figured the gesture would be appreciated.

Walking back to the door with her work and food in my arms, I walked onto the porch and rang the door bell. A moment later, I heard rustling on the other side and the click of the dead bolt. Taking a deep breath I looked up as the door swung open revealing the one person I never thought I’d have to see again.

Cole.

I huffed as I glared at him. “Seriously, you’re still here,” I said in a deadpanned voice.

“Well good afternoon to you too,” he mumbled, stepping back to let me in. I brushed past him hearing Ivy in the kitchen.

“Cole? Who’s at the door?”