Ivana

Part V

Ivana's sister on the side.

○°○

The Walkers's party was like any other party. Music. Dance. Drinks. I seldom went to parties, and this time, Jordan had brought all the members of our club along with him.

None of us were interested. Except Jordan, of course.

Don't ask me about the party. How it was or did anything interesting happen.

Because I was too busy staring at Ivana.

And she was too busy drinking, which was a pleasant surprise.

Chelsea and Andy were accompanying Ivana. Dan was too busy flirting with girls. Jordan got dragged away by the Walkers and Drake had disappeared into the crowd.

"Mr. Thompson?" Mrs. Watson's voice broke through my monologue. I glanced at her questioningly.

"The answer." She merely pointed her hand towards the space on the board where the answer was to be written.

"Thirty seven point seven six degrees, mam."

She nodded her head in approval, her blonde curls bobbing up and down along with her head, before filling up the space with the answer.

○°○

The rest of the month went by just fine. Our club held a meeting after the school hours for an upcoming event. Nothing much was discussed apart from the paper work which was becoming a part of our daily club activity. Jordan's mom had given us another task to do.

And as expected, we bumped into Ivana at the super market again.

Conversing with her was now becoming a lot easier. A lot smoother. I was beginning to feel comfortable around the club members too. They didn't seem so weird now. Granted, I still felt awkward around Dan.

Drake, Max and I had formed a surprisingly strong bond, given our different personalities. Jordan was maintaining his relationship with the jocks and us with ease, no surprise there. After hanging around with them for a month, it was now clear to me that Drake and Andy had a thing for each other, but were the types who would never confess. The surreptitious glances they threw at each other every second of the day were getting on our nerves.

"So, who's next?" Jordan asked, walking towards us after showing off his glorious victory. We couldn't help but scowl at him.

He was a jock after all.

Chelsea stood up and snatched the baseball bat from him, all the while giving him a heated glare. He merely shot her an amused look and took a seat beside me.

"All of them home runs, huh, Smith ?" Drake questioned from beside me, with a hint of jealousy in his voice. Jordan caught on to that and gave him a cheeky grin, and we lapsed into a comfortable silence.

The silence was soon replaced by Chelsea's frustrated screams. She couldn't score one run. More like, she couldn't even hit one ball. I didn't need to look at Jordan to know that he was smirking. He is just that kind of guy. I could tell by the way he leaned back on the bench and bounced his leg up and down that he couldn't wait to rub salt on her wounds.

I heard them before I saw them.

"You guys are still here?" Ivana questioned, appearing from the corner of the hall with Andy. Both of them were holding small paper bags in their hands. I glanced at her questioningly.

"Supplies."She said, shooting me a small smile. "We'll be needing them for the event." Andy explained. She began listing out who was to do what while I helped Ivana sort out the things they'd bought.