Never judge a book by it's cover.
Moving schools can be difficult, especially for Isabelle Raines, a typical teenage girl, just getting by in the world. As soon as the secretive boy crashes into her life, it is completely turned upside down.
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The first bell rings, signalling for everyone to start making their way to their first classes of the day. Even though it is 10 minutes earlier than we actually start class, it is a smart way to insure students have extra time to get to their first class.
My first class was Computer Technologies, using the extra 10 minutes did nothing to help me find my way into the classroom full of geeks or delinquents just in it for the credits. Somehow, I believe I am a mixture of both.
"You're 30 minutes late." He states.
Has it really been a half hour?
"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't find the classroom."
"That's okay. I will let you off the hook this time." He smiles.
This teacher, Mr. Neils, honestly looks like a very well groomed hobo. Maybe it's his beard influencing my thoughts. His class goes by fairly fast. We didn't do much but get introduced into how to create an online signature.
I would rather not talk about how my signature appeared. Even I couldn't read it. Let's just say, it looks more like a blob instead of the most elegant handwriting there ever will be.
Dance was my next class, oddly enough, I cannot contain my excitement. Not only do I have it with my best friend, but its dance. My passion for dance is beyond what people assume since I give off this 'I don't care' vibe 95% of the time.
Finally for what felt like 50 years, the bell rings for the students to switch classes. I make my way to the stage where dance class we being held.
Mrs. Stanley, this cute lady, who turned out to be very sassy. There is something about her I find so interesting enough to pay attention to an insignificant topic.
She made us sit in a circle to meet each other, I scoot over to include everyone into the circle and look up. Who do I see? The boy I bumped into earlier, staring right at me.
That's kind of creepy. Stares make me feel uncomfortable.
We state our names and why we dance. Luckily I rehearsed my name before I got to school, sucks to be them. Listening and attempting to remember everyone's name, the guy I've bumped into starts talking.
"My name is Adym. I dance because I just love it." He says proudly, shifting his eyes towards me.
Same man, same.
About 10 people go by and now it Vinni's turn, then mine.
"Hiieee, I'm Vinni. I only joined dance cause I like to b-boy and also my best friend is in it so.. YOUR TURN." He grins at me.
I give him a glare. I hate talking in front of people about myself. It's like I barely know myself.
I build up my nugget sized courage. "Hi... uhm... uh.-" I get poked by Vinni who is right next to me. I stay looking at the floor, admiring its cleanliness, "My name is Isabelle, I dance because it is my passion and I feel unstoppable while I dance." I mumble, lifting my head up to see approval from Mrs. Stanley. I smile.
Timed perfectly, after the last person has gone about their name and why they dance, the bell rang.
I went to grab my backpack and heard my name being used. Shooting my head up, I see Vinni and that boy, Adym talking. Adym was looking my way until I looked up to catch him. He snapped his head to look at Vinni.
Autobody was my next class. I only picked it because Vinni was going to take this also, but he got registered for it some other time in the year. But luckily, I've always been interested in cars and such. What could be so bad about it?
"Hey Isabelle." I heard Vinni from behind me, doing a little job to catch up.
"What's up?" I replied, hurrying to my class.
"Are you free any day this week?"
"Why are you so curious, Vinni?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Oh nothing." He scratches the back of his neck.
"Okay. But no, I have ballet almost everyday. You know that."
"Fine. I guess I'll tell him."
"Tell who?"
As soon as I finished my question, Vinni had disappeared into the crowd of students. Shrugging it off I make my way into the autobody classroom.
Walking in, it is just the workshop, and turning to my right is the little classroom. I walked through the door to catch 7 pairs of eyes staring directly at me.
Oh how great.
Too scared to move further than the first row of tables, I sat down to the one nears the wall and entrance. I take out my phone and scroll through Twitter until the teacher comes in.
A tall, brunette girl came in 2 minutes after the second bell, immediately sitting on the chair next to me, paying all the attention to her phone.
Great, I'm obligated to socialize now if she ever gets off her phone.
My eyes wander around the room, avoiding the people and observing the posters, my eyes land on a familiar looking girl sitting in the back with her little friend."
After a few moments, I realize the girl sitting in the back is in my dance class, Lexi. I start talking to her since the teacher has not shown yet.
About ten minutes has passed, Lexi and I are still talking.
"What do you think of the dance class?" She asks
"-Oh yeah, I'm quite happy with the class for dance." I say while turning my head to think it was the teacher walking in.
Nope.
My heart exploded, sending an electrical feeling throughout my whole body. I have no idea if the reason behind it is all these equipment surrounding the classroom and flowing it's way to me, but holy. I can't help but freeze, hoping my heart would calm down soon.
A quiet, "Damn." escapes from my mouth.
He is the embodiment of perfection.
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[A/N: WHO IS IT? - it may be Adym. I've BEEN waiting for the story to get juicy, do not fear, ITS GETTING THERE!]
