How to Poke a Fish (A Romance Novel)

Chapter 3

I walked to my first class. Louis had a different class and waved goodbye to me this morning. I was eager to see Z. I wanted to talk to her. Plus, get her phone number duh! I really wanted to get to know her. For this was my whole plan from the beginning. Make a whole new life for myself somewhere, make friends who had no idea who I really was and find a girlfriend who didn’t know who Isaac Germaning was. I didn’t know if Z knew who he was but sooner or later I would have to ask. I hoped she didn’t know but then if I asked then she would probably research him and then what? She would find out that he was me? No, I couldn’t let that happen. I wanted her to know me, but without all the stupid singing mixed in with it. I wonder if she played the piano or the violin since they were in her room or if Becca played those. I wanted to know if she could sing. Maybe sometime, if she didn’t know me, I would sing to her. Play my guitar with her. Yah that would be nice. Any girl would love that from Isaac Germaning, but would Z like that from Alexander Taylor? I guess I would just have to find out. I walked into the classroom and there she sat. She was writing in a notebook and her face was screwed up in thought. I went to the empty seat next to her and sat down but she didn’t look up. I looked over her shoulder to see what she was writing but she slammed the book shut and turned to me mouth open ready to say it wasn’t my business then saw that it was me and smiled instead. I smiled back and gestured to the notebook.

“So what’s so special that you were secretly writing in your notebook for?” I raised my eyebrow at her.

“I was just writing… Is that a crime now?”

“No, but being all secretive about it is.” I smirked at her.

“Huh and I suppose someone is going to come arrest me now then?” She laughed and I did too.

“But really. What were you writing about?”

“Nothing that will interest you.” And with that hanging out there the teacher started the class and I turned in my seat to pay attention. But I couldn’t help but glance over at Z once in a while and I swear that I could feel her eyes on me too sometimes. When class was over, she got up quickly and said,

“Crap, I forgot my homework in my dorm I got to run back. I’ll see you later, if I don’t see you at lunch.” She ran out of the room and I gathered up my stuff. Mr. Allan the teacher came up to our desk and picked up something.

“Is this yours Mr. Taylor?” He held up the notebook that Z had been writing in at the start of class.

“Oh, no it’s not mine, its Azarniya. I’m going to see her later; I can give it back to her for you.”

“That would be nice. Here you go. If she comes back her looking for it later I will tell her that you have it.”

“Ok.” I grabbed the notebook and walked out. I shoved it into my bag and walked off to my next class.

Z’s POV

Why oh why did I choose today of all days to forget my homework in my room. I had to leave Alex and run back to my room to get it and if I didn’t hurry up I was going to be late to my next class. I flung open the door and saw the papers on my desk and quickly ran back out carrying them in my hands.

I made it to my next class with little time to spare and I handed my homework in and all was good except when I opened my bag I saw that my notebook wasn’t there. I didn’t need the notebook for this class but it was my personal notebook. It had all my thoughts usually written out in it and I wrote my songs in the book. I must have left it in Mr. Allen’s room in my rush to get to my dorm. That was fine during lunch I would just go and ask him for it, so long as nobody took it. O I hope nobody really did. Wait. Alex sat next to me! What if he grabbed it? O gosh I would be so embarrassed. Especially if he read what I wrote last night about him. O crap, this was bad, very bad. What would I do if he read it? I don’t know. I guess I would just have to hope that Mr. Allen picked it up after class.