First sight - Diza fanfiction

FRESHMAN YEAR pt.2

David's POV
Ah. Freshman year. 3 more years and I can be free. To be honest, I don't want to go to college but I know one thing for sure my parents will disagree. They've got a lot of hope in me. They expect me to be my younger siblings' role model. That's even more stressful. I don't often perform well at school.
Recently, I discovered... Vine. I kinda grew on there. I make funny videos and now have 100,000 followers. I'm pretty proud of that, but nobody in my family knows. What would they say if they found out? They will shut down my dreams and then send me to college. I don't want that to happen.
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I was walking down the hall to my History class. One hand holding a lot of books and the other trying to scroll through Instagram(wow genious idea David). I didn't pay attention AT ALL and then BAM!!! I BUMPED INTO SOMEONE. Dang it! What a good way to start the day!
I look down, trying to grab my books, phone as fast as possible and see a girl's hand reaching out, doing the same thing. I need to say sorry or something, otherwise I will feel so bad.
I look up at the same moment she looks at me. The moment I look into her eyes, every thoughts start to run through my head. I look at her, she looks at me. No words come out of my mouth. Then, I recognise those eyes, those beautiful deep brown eyes. And that skin tone!
"Liza?" Of course I say that in my head.
"Sorry" She says as she breaks the silence.
"Umh. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." I say almost immediatly.
I stand up. Reach out my hand to help her stand up. God her hand is so soft and warm. Wow you're such a creep David.
She finally manages to stand up.
"Thanks"
"No problem" I say with a smile.
She walks away. I'm speechless. That can't be Liza. It's physically impossible. I turn around to have a look again. Curly hair, brown skin, slim body. I remember when I looked into her eyes earlier, the feeling I got was hard to describe. It felt like... felt like I was 11 years old again...
I walk into class. 5 minutes late
"You're late Mr. Dobrik"
"I'm sorry Mr. John. I realised I forgot my book last minute"
That whole lecture I was thinking about Liza, what happened 6 years ago. I've never forgot that.  Can it be her, that girl I ran into. My thoughts were interrupted by Mr.John:
"Mr. Dobrik! Can you hear me? Open page 47"
I didn't respone but I opened it. Wait a minute... this is not my history book!? My hand -writing never looks beautiful like this. This book is not even mine. I turn to the cover and see a small wrting above that says: Elizabeth Koshy.Ok now there's no doubt that girl was not Liza. It is Elizabeth Shaila Koshy, I found her, after all these years...

I see another book on my table. Of course... mine! I literally stole it from her. What would she say if I return it? I would probably receive a YOU-DOUCHBAG-LOOK from her. I will mess up AGAIN. I cannot lose her one more time.