Diamond (On Hold)

Chapter Five

Isabelle's POV

'Tell me again, why are you going to your high school? This hasn’t happened in a whole year Bells, there must be something going on.' Dad said, still stubborn to know what's going on with me.

In the past few years, whenever I was down, I used to go to my high school. It helped me think and I haven't gone for almost a year which is why my father was so suspicious.

'I promise Dad, everything is fine. I just really miss it and I want to visit, that's all. I'll pass my greeting to principle Jenna for you.' I winked at him while trying my best to lie to him. My father always liked my principle, a little too much to my liking.

'Take care kiddo.' He said, ignoring my comment on Jenna, he was always shy about it to be honest.

While driving my car in the familiar road heading to my school, it bought back too many memories. The laughs and love I shared with Nathan, my hangouts with the popular clique. We had our first fight on that very road. It was raining so hard, Nathan told me he liked me the night before and the next day, I find him flirting shamelessly with one of my fellow cheerleaders. I felt nauseated of the fact that I actually believed the biggest jock on the planet and was in need of fresh air. I went outside the school building; the weather was terribly cold with the ice cold rain. He followed me outside and explained it all to me that it 'wasn't what it looked like' and I believed him. That, I believe, was the start of our two years relationship.

I was staring at the entrance, with tears falling down my face. I am so stupid to believe him then and now. I got out of the car, wiping my tears furiously and got inside. The warm feeling I get as soon as I enter the familiar hallways resurfaces and fills my body. I make my way to the gym, where every single game was held and get inside. It was packed with people as there was a basketball game.

I take a seat at the very top and watch the players and the cheerleaders. Our school was wining by three and all the players looked exhausted. It's very strange, how it looks like how it did a few years back.

While deep in thought, someone nudged me in the shoulder. I looked up and there he was; Nathan Scott. I haven't seen him since the party. Well, more importantly, since he called me by the nickname he came up with for me, and it sent goose bumps throughout my body. No one called me Diamond since high school and yet it felt familiar when he did.

'Nathan, what are you doing here?' I asked while smiling.

'My brother's in the team, what are you doing here?'

'I like to come here to think, it gives me some kind of peace and clarity.'

'How so?'

'Well I can't really explain it. But you know, I just remember how high school days were so simple. And yet, when I was in it, I thought it was very complicated. And that, even years have passed, it's just the same way it is. The cheerleaders date the basketball players. The teachers want to change the students' life, have a positive effect on them and give them confidence via books while the principles prevent them in the face of low budgets or complaints from parents because 'their children now play the guitar and we see it pointless, and killing their dreams' while in fact it the parents' dreams they're killing not students'. I like the fact that even though, global warming is developing, people are splitting apart and some are not living anymore but high school is just the same you know? It gives me some kind of a feeling of stability.'

'Yeah, NBA aside, high school days was the best for me.'

'Me too.' I said and smiled at him, then focusing on the game again. It's never easy to describe how you feel. I have tried explaining to my father millions of times why I come to my old high school and I just never perfected it. Until this very moment, Nathan gets out, somehow, the right words out of my body.  I don't know how, but he just does.