A Snowball Dance

Chapter 2

The students were in their reading class. The teacher had given them free time for the rest of class.
The students began to talk about their dresses and tuxedos. What guy or girl they were taking to the dance.
Isabella and Ashley began to talk to one another. Laugh at the commits Ashley would make on the way the girl beside them would talk like she was all that.
"Hey, Isabella," Angel, a girl with red hair, said walking over to them.
"What," Isabella asked.
"Are you coming to the dance tonight?"
Isabella shook her head yes. Her father had tolled her that he would be working as security, so he would let her go.
"Oooooohhhh. Well, has anyone asked you to be their date," Angel said moving closer.
"No. Just going with friends," Isabella responded.
"Really? I would have sworn that someone would have asked you," Angel said moving back in the desk.
"I guess not," Isabella said looking out the window.
What none of them knew was that Bertholdt, was listening, along with Reiner.
"Why don't you ask her," Reiner said looking over at his tall friend.
"I can't," Bertholdt said looking down at his desk.
"What is with you and girls," Reiner said.
Bertholdt looked over at him. "What do you mean?"
"Every time you find a girl you like, you never confess. You did the same with Annie. If you like her go for it."
Bertholdt didn't answer. He looked over at the green eyed girl. He smiled to himself as he watched her laugh, as she finished up a drawing.
'If I do tell her three things could happen. One: She might reject me and never talk to me again. Two: She might not see me as a lover and just want to stay friends. Or Three: She would except my love, and be mine,' Bertholdt thought. He was hoping that if he ever got the courage to tell her, that the third option would be the one she would take.
Bertholdt began to think back on Reiner's words. 'If you like her, go for it!'
He was so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed that Isabella had walked over to his desk. She got on her knees and laid her head on the desk.
"Hey, earth to Bertholdt," she said with a laugh.
"What," Bertholdt blinked.
"Deep in thought there? What were you thinking about," Isabella asked.
"Nothing."
Isabella rolled her eyes playfully.
"So you gping to the dance," Isabella asked.
Bertholdt said yes as he straightened his vest.
"Cool. See you there then," Isabella smiled as she walked to her desk.
Just when she got there, the intercom range. Calling students to the gate for walks and rides.
"Bye," the girls said. They hurried to their waiting car's. On their way to get ready.
Leaving the guys to watch them leave, before doing the same.

Isabella's drawings
I am the one who drew this picture. Hope you like it and the like the story.