Into His Love

Three

Kimberly | Friday

    The first week of school flew by. Teachers gave assignments, due dates were already beginning to pile up, practices for the season were long and tiring, and applying to universities made the week even more stressful.

    Nadia thought it was the best news when I told her about Isaiah Monday after school on our way to practice.

    "Oh, girl. You should talk to him. It doesn't even have to be that serious if you don't want," she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

    "I am not like these girls at this school. You know that," I told her.

    Isaiah and I started talking more from sitting by each other in Government and I found that he's really good company.

    "So, what else do you like to do besides dance?" he had asked me Tuesday once Mrs. Barnett finished her lecture, and gave us our assignment.

    I glanced over at him and laughed. "Dance. School. That's all really. My life isn't very...interesting."

    "Oh, come on. There's gotta be something else." I could tell that he was sincerely interested as I gazed into his eyes. His eyes are brown and soft, contrasting with the thick, harshness of his brows.

    "I like to draw and paint. They're not that good, but it's something I do." I shrugged.

    "Your drawings are good," he assured me. I turned to fully face him propping my arm up on the table to rest my face on the palm of my hand.

    "And how would you know?"

He reached over under my notebook and pulled out a paper that I'd doodled during the lecture, his hand lightly brushing mine as he did. I ignored the goosebumps that made an appearance on my skin.

"What's this?" He held up a sketch.

    "I..uh ..See it's n-not even that..good," I'd said unable to think as I fumbled over my words. I hadn't even realized I'd been drawing, or that he'd been watching me. A hint of amusement played on his face as a placed the paperback.

    I pointed Isaiah out to Nadia yesterday at lunch when I noticed him on the other side of the cafe. He was sitting with a bunch of football players, one of which was Joshua, who luckily didn't get caught for the incident on Monday. I never did find out what it was about. Every time I brought it up he would shut it down immediately.

    "He's cute!" She'd smiled, looking over at him.

    I haven't talked to my mom all week, only a few texts here and there. There's no surprise though. She's always so busy solving murders and whatnot that she doesn't have time to call me.

   I eat lunch with Nadia, Ty, another friend, Tavia, and her 'friend', Myles. Ty and Myles are having their own separate conversation about sports while we girls talk.

    "I'm so ready for the pep rally tonight," I say, biting into my taco.

    "Yeah because you know who is going to be there." Nadia tilts her head towards the other side of the cafeteria where Isaiah is sitting. I kick her playfully under the table.

    "No." I look at her sideways.

    "Why not? You know he'll be ... watching you," Nadia mocks with Tavia joining in as they lean into each other giggling.