This is Chemistry

Crap? What sort?

Isaac's POV:

"So what do I get in return?" She moaned giggling

"Your life" I said casually Standing up. She pouted in disappointment and moaned out loud.

"You've been boring since this 'Indiana' girl started school. We use to have so much fun. You were the fun one and now your just... Boring" she said straight forward standing up to me.

"No steph, I'm boring to you because I don't like you which means I don't make fun with you" I said smiling sarcastically

The conversation ended and she promised not to tell the whole school. Which was good for me anyways. I pulled up a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a white vest top. I wore my trainers and headed out.

"Going out mama" I shouted shutting the door behind me. I was heading to see Indiana. It was the weekend and I hadn't seen her since Friday. Basically yesterday but it seems forever because I'm so use to her being around. I miss her sarcastic smiles, her punches, her shorts she always wears and her curly fluffy hair she had out. Most girls straightened there hairs hating on it. She had the fluffiest curliest hair ever and yet she let it out. She was proud of what she was. She was proud of being dark-skinned (although she wasn't dark at all compared to other Africans). She was proud of her hair and herself in general.

'Knock knock knock' I knocked slowly on to the door. I thought of climbing through her window but her mum from the looks of it doesn't like me. The door swung open and there stood Indiana. She had jeans on and a hoodie. Her fluffy curly hair was out. She wore no shoes but just a pair of Donald Duck socks.

"Mr Santiago!" She said in a fake spanish accent

"Mrs Santiago" I answered in a strong spanish accent. She smiled slowly and looked down in embarrassment. I called her my last name twice now and the same reaction was given. She breathed out and looked up smiling. She moved out of the entrance giving me way to pass.

We walked into the kitchen where a strong smell of spice filled up my nostrils. The smell of cinnamon and Indian spice lead us to the kitchen. She walked toward the cooker where a cooking pan was placed on the fire. She started to stir using the wooden spoon. I walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist bending my head near her neck.

"I love girls who can cook" I whispered in her ear.

She shot her head round opening her mouth.

"I seriously can't cook. I'm so bad my mum cooked before I started just incase. She cooked in advance because she knew It would kill her. I'm so bad the last I cooked she got a stomach bug but I insisted to cook. She's always blabbering about how important it is to know how to cook.... So I tried!" She says pointing at the food.

I took a step forwards and exploded in laughter. It was tomato sauce with some potatoes in there. From the looks of it a raw chicken leg was placed on top. She didn't mix it in it was just laying on top. There was some peas scattered in top that looked frozen. A stick of cinnamon was on top stuck down. It bent a little then she stuck her hands down the pan straightening it.

"Ehem" I said finally clearing the throat. "Looks good babe" I lied pulling up a face.

"You laughed which clearly means I'm failing already!" She moans

"No I laughed because I remembered something" I lied again stuttering

"Ok so have to eat it to prove it" she said folding her arms

"Oh e-r-r Ehem Ok" I say dragging the 'ok' nervously

We sat on her kitchen counter with a plate of Indiana's home cooked food. She looked at me excitingly clapping her hands and I pulled a fake smile. I scratched the back of my neck being nervous. Her mum got a stomach bug last time..? I thought about it a few times. Can't be that bad! Amen to that anyways.