"Its Complicated"

"Hey"

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Izzy's P.O.V.

I open my eyes, to witness Kasey and Danny screaming there heads off. I stare at Jacob, who was looking at me innocently. This motherfucker really knew how to push people's buttons.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Oh don't play dumb with me, we just had this conversation."

"And as I said, I really didn't pay attention."

"Okay Issabella, I'll play along. The paper I gave, had my number on it."

"Uhh?"

"Really?! Fine."

He stares at me, as I look back at him. A smile appears on his face, and he looks down, and types something in. I look again, to see it was my phone.

Snatching it, I realized he out his number in my freaking phone. And how the hell did he get it? I honestly don't know.

"Don't lose it and don't give it away"

He gives me a slight wink, before walking away. I scoff in annoyance, shoving my phone in my jacket. I grab my stuff, as I say bye to my friends, and walk to Maths.

I make my way to the west wing, before getting stopped by Asher. J playfully roll my eyes, before trailing them down his body. He was in his P.E. gear, and smelled of Irish Soap.

I look up to see him blushing, as I realized, what I did.

"Oh god I'm so sorry."

"Nah, it good, but I suggest you take a picture."

He winked after his comment, which made me slap his arm. He chuckles, as I laugh right after him. This dude really did take funny to another level.

"Anyways, I'm glad I saw you-"

"For the second time today."

"Yeah, so wanna hang out this weekend?"

I'm surprised I didn't drop to the trucking tile floors. I mean hello?! My crush since forever had asked me out. I'm pretty sure this is where I say yes, but my brain had forgotten to speak yes again.

So as any other doofus, I just slightly nodded and smiled. He cracked into a smile, and we both just stared, very awkwardly. Luckily the warning bell broke the trance, I smiled once again, and scurried of to Maths.

Well, we can panic later, just don't get a freaking tardy.
***

Jacob's P.O.V.

As I stroll to P.E., I stop when I see Issabella and "Curly Stoo". Although I couldn't hear what the hell they were saying, the body language made it pretty obvious.

So that's the dude, she's ditching us for?

I look him up and down, try to compare our differences. What did he have that I didn't. I mean he does look buff. And possibly athletic strong, but I'm a famous not to mention rich singer.

Maybe because we have a huge ass ego...