Still Wondering | ✓

|| Chapter 8 ||

I jolted out of school with a big smile on my face. I had gotten an A* on my Art assessment, which I don't really understand because I am crap at Art. Ivy had gotten an B- which I didn't even understand either, she was amazing at Art.
I spotted Isaac ,stood against his car, across the parking lot and I ran over to him. He wore a grey jumper with black jeans. His jumper was creased in the chest but I didn't say.
"Hey, Sweet Cheeks." He said smiling as he stood up straight.

Hey," I look down a bit trying not to look at his possessive blue eyes.

"So you finally excepted the name, huh?" He chuckles. He put his right arm up to touch his lips, and leaves it there for a while. Rubbing it right then left.

"There's no point, really." I looked at his hair sticking up. It flew around like a kite being held by a child.

"Let's go then, get in" he opened the car door for me so I could get in. I strapped myself in and took a deep breath. It smelt like a brand new vehicle, like he just gotten it cleaned a couple days ago. Either that or he is a very clean person. He jogged around to the drivers seat then got in.
He started the engine and strapped himself in securely.

"So what did you get on your Art assessment?" I curiously ask, trying to break the silence in the car. I hated no one talking or no music it was just awkward.

"B+, I am not good in Art," he replies not taking his eyes off of the road.

"I am definitely not, but I got a A*" I giggled ,"they must of gotten ours mixed up."

"I reassure you, yours would of been 101% better than mine"

"The normal percentage only goes up to 100% though," I smiled, proud to have corrected him.

"I see, you've been doing your math," he laughed.

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I had sat down in the same place we had done last time, I turned round to see him. He was looking at the counter, checking out what there was and then he looked down at me.
"Pumpkin Spice Latte?" He smiled. I nodded and watched him walk of to the counter. There was a awkward feeling in my stomach. I don't like him, I don't like him. I kept repeating it in my head. I had never felt this strange before.

I watched him come back with 2 Pumpkin Spice Lattes. He had taken a seat next to me and placed my drink in front of me.
"You doing anything for Halloween?" He looks at me, sipping his hot beverage so it isn't burn his tongue.

"No, why?" I look at the autumn leaves and the attached houses, sitting there. I just wanted to go and lay down in the leaves and make leaf-Angels.

"Would you like to come trick or treating with me?" I give him a strange look ,"I mean with my little cousins, I have to go round with them."

"Yeah, I'd love to." I replied. He smiled and nudged closer. He looked into my eyes , I looked at his lip ring. Why is it on the left? I wondered. His deep blue eyes where piercing mine.

"You've got beautiful eyes, you know?" He leans back now looking at my lips then to my eyes.

"No I don't, they are just stupid , dull hazel." I look down, but they are. I had never liked my eyes. I had always wanted blue or green, just not Hazely-Brown.

"I think they are beautiful, sweet cheeks." He smiled and took a sip of his drink once more. I blush and look up slightly. It was then my turn to take a sip.

"Why do you want to be friends with me? You don't want to hang out with me. I can't even walk down stairs properly! I am ugly, stupid, embarrassing and fa-" I instantly stop.
He pulls me closer with his hand on my chin. I couldn't feel my own Carbon-Dioxide spluttering out of me, I held it in.

"Your none of those things, I like you for you. Deal with it." He smiles and leans back and takes his hand with him while his eyes like back up to my eyes.
"I like your eyes," he repeats.

I am stuck in the same position doing the same thing, my mouth was hanging open but I was now breathing properly. WOW. I sip my drink and look down blushing.
"It's cute when you blush," he smiles.

After a while of awkward silence we had finished and went back to the car. The journey is the worst. No one moved or talk. It was painful. If you had dropped a pin that's all you could of heard. The slashing noise of the metal bouncing off of the floor. He dropped me off at my house and told me to be ready on Friday night ,2 weeks, for Halloween and to have a costume. I smiled and walked to my bedroom. My hands where shaking side to side and so was my head.

What just happened...

Awww! Hello!
Will Leora talk to Ivy about this or just leave it?
Will Leora go to Isaacs house to trick or treat?
How will everything go down?
Read the next chapter to find out!!
BYE!!!!!!!!!