The Rose Thief

V. Are You Bouquet?

Are You Bouquet?

Charlotte's disregard towards last night's conversation was a heaven-send. If she had heard my parting remark on the phone yesterday, she mercifully wasn't showing it. That meant that the plethora of excuses I had to come up with on the way to school could be put aside for the time I inevitably screw up again.

Having arrived at school at the same time, we journeyed the corridors to join the conglomeration of classmates that settled outside of our homeroom class.

This morning's gossip, predictably, surrounded the arrival of the two new and very attractive students. I tried convincing myself to avoid indulging in the mindless gossip and becoming a sappy fangirl but my traitorous ears wouldn't withdraw from attaining some new information about the boy that plagued my mind since our run in at the supermarket.

"I heard that Isaac had a girlfriend back in his hometown but the move forced them to separate. I'm sure he could use some company." Margery's comment was anything but consoling, rather a tad bit conniving.

Delilah piped up next, "You're going to have to get in line, Hun. I need a piece of that fine man first."

"How were they allowed in the school if the curriculum had started a few weeks ago?" This comment came from Jack, a level-headed guy who, thankfully, wasn't interested in joining the horde of girls waiting in the line leading into the Levi brothers' pants.

Now that I thought about it, new students had to join within two weeks of the new curriculum but the Levi's had somehow made it in without a glitch, despite the workload they would have to catch up on. I guess reputation and money could work wonders.

Charlotte chose to intervene next. "I'm honestly not complaining about their acceptance. My only question is, when I can get one of those hunks into the janitor's closet?"

The girls giggled and I had to use the energy of a thousand suns to prevent an eye roll.

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I was officially late for Math.

One would think that after a previous period misfortune, I would do anything in my power to prevent another one from happening. Unfortunately, I didn't have that mind-set, thus the setback in my schedule. Apparently, a single pad would not suffice for today and I had to make an emergency dash to the bathroom before the stain on the backside of my jeans increased in size. I silently thanked my lucky stars when I remembered the spare set of jeans I had in my locker and bolted for them before I could be caught.

Just as I exited the bathroom my body collided with another form, and before I could identify the person I said a quick prayer, hoping that it wouldn't be a teacher.

"We always seem to meet up this way." I released a quick breathe; it wasn't a teacher, but it got caught in my throat again when I realised who it was.

Isaac smirked down at my flustered state. "You okay? You seemed to be in quite a rush."

All thoughts of my emergency flew out of the window as I gazed into his soul-sucking green eyes. "I'm late for maths and if you ever meet Mrs Alexandra, trust me; you wouldn't want to be late for her class."

He chuckled. "Definitely noted. If she's as ruthless as you say you might want to get to her class soon."

I refrained from informing him about the bloody situation I had to take care of first, memories of our last encounter flashing through my mind. "You're right. I should really get going. See you." My hand flew up in an awkward wave and I cringed internally.

Slowly I stalked backwards, still facing him, in order to conceal my stained jeans. Just as I reached the corner, and turned to make a run for it, he called my name.

"Do you, by any chance, know where the janitors closet is?"