Notre Univers Ensemble

Chapter 3

"So what do you think?" Isreale leaned forward and handed Emmy the green journal she bought for Pelton, hoping she'd like it.

She took it and exclaimed, "she would love this! I just don't know what I'm going to get her now." She handed it back after thoroughly examining it, and deeming it acceptable.

"Well she could really use some more Jane Austen books," Isreale hinted. "She only has like four." She tilted her head, trying to remember exactly how many Pelton had. Most of them Isreale bought for them, and they loved every single one of them.

Isreale's phone began to ring on the concrete next to her. A picture of Pelton smiling popped up. She grabbed her phone and told Emmy, "I gotta take this, I'll be right back." She stood up, and Emmy nodded at her.

"Hey," she said into the phone once she accepted the call. "What's up?"

"Uh, hey. Um. I just have something serious to talk to you about. But I can't say it over the phone, so can we talk tomorrow maybe?" They sounded nervous, and was talking fast. Isreale hoped nothing bad happened.

"Yeah, defiantly. Is that all?" Isreale asked.

"Mmhm. That's all."

"Okay, I'm gonna hang up now. Love yous."

"Okay."

When she walked back up the stairs to the patio where she was sitting, she told Emmy she had to go, and gathered her stuff to walk home.

She walked with her head hanging low, watching the ground as she walked. She was worrying about what Pelton need to tell her, and the fact that she didn't say 'love yous' as she always did ending a phone call. She just wanted to be told what was happening right away. The negative thoughts weren't helping her case, either. Pelton could've been in serious trouble, and she could only know by tomorrow when she would be the least helpful.

All her thoughts were washed away when she ran right into the chest of a stranger. When she looked up, there was a boy standing there. He had emerald green hair, covered with a black beanie, his steel blue eyes were wide with surprise behind round, gold rimmed glasses. His lips were pink and open, and he looked muscular. He also had a purple bag hanging off his shoulder which looked full of books. His phone was in his hand, a headphone cord connected.

"I-I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Isreale stammered and backed up to get a better view of him. She knew it was weird, but she did it anyways. He was hot, and she wanted to see him better.

He narrowed his eyes, closed his mouth and let out a charming smile. "Yeah, are you? I must have hit you pretty hard." He put his free hand on her shoulder, which was a weird, new feeling for Isreale.

She stood silent for a second, admiring his face. When she realized he wasn't a framed picture, and he was an actual human, she said, "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine." She paused and adjusted the yellow bag on her shoulder, then pulled her shirt down. "I- uh, I gotta go home."

"Oh, yeah right." He smiled again. "See you later." He walked off, and his emerald green hair would be forever burned into her memory.

If ever, Isreale thought. She chose to be a bit more modest and say, "yeah." She was too late, anyways. He was already out of earshot.

There was no way she would see someone like that again. As Dylan would say, he looked smexy. At least on the scale of cute to smexy. Isreale couldn't stop thinking about him on her way home. She wondered if she would ever see him again. She hoped she would, even though he would obviously never date her.

Isreale went straight to her room to get ready for meeting with Dylan at Starbucks. She fixed her hair and makeup, then tweaked her outfit. She was wearing black heels, black tights, a white blouse, a black skirt and a black hat. She made sure to put on red lipstick to give it a splash of color.