I held my breath, waiting for his reply. She was brave. She'd asked a boy out out, which took a damn lot of courage in itself, but asking out Izumi Lio, the sassy student from Japan? That was brave, really brave.
"Oh? Oh. Well, I'd like you to bear in mind that I do not mean to offend by rejecting you. It's just that, in all brutal honesty, you are about as inviting as a wet beaver. Although, a wet beaver is probably better at keeping up a good conversation than you are. No offence and all that jazz though," my red-haired best friend sighed then grimaced, giving the girl another full body scan before examining his nails. I smiled apologetically at my fellow, usually-happy-but-now-probably-heart-broken, classmate, whose eyes were filling with tears in the school grounds.
"I'm so sorry. Izumi! Apologise! I'm so sorry. Really. He's horrible. He's, uh, just having an off day! he doesn't mean to be so downright rude! But...um..Don't worry though! You can do better! Much better then this weirdo here!" I said, patting the girl (whose name had escaped me at that moment) trying to comfort her in any way I can.
This happened way more then it should and I had to console more crying girls then any normal sixteen year old girl should. Damn having an attractive heartless moron for a best friend.
She let out a small sob; her shoulders shuddering slightly, before running off, probably to the girls' bathroom. I hesitated a moment, wondering if I should follow her, after all, we weren't exactly good friends seeing as I couldn't even remember her name. Then again, she was crying her eyes out. I took one step towards her but felt a strong hand gripping my arm. I turned my head, to see Izumi glaring at me, before I looked away and refused to look at him.
"Lex. Lex. Lexi, look at me," he started poking me gently until I looked at him, and he grinned. "So now that you've forgiven me let's ta-."
"No. I haven't forgiven you. You're a douche head," I interrupted, glaring at him.
"Why? I was too harsh? You told me to be honest, I was and instead of being praised I get called horrible and a douche head? What about my feelings?" he faux whimpered, pouting. I slapped him hard on the arm and he yelped, giving me a wide-eyed stare, which still managed to make me feel bad, despite knowing it's fake.
It's always been like this with him and I, ever since he came to England, two years back. He was, to be frank, a whirlwind in my plain old life; bringing parties, tears, bright red hair and outrageous comments with him. God only knows why he chose me to be his partner-in-crime though.
I was nothing special to look at; not exactly an eye-sore but I was not anything to call beautiful either, I was just a boring wallflower to be blunt. With shoulder length, choppy, brown hair and dark green eyes, nothing screamed "HIDEOUS BEAST!" while nothing exactly said "GORGEOUS GODESS!" either. Or maybe it was just my fault for not being able to hear imaginary voices in my head when I looked in the mirror. Who knows?
Izumi, however, was another story. Due to his elegant Japanese mother and striking, for his age at least, English father, he was gifted with silky black hair, though almost two weeks in that hair was turned a shocking shade of bright red, that swept over his large shining blue eyes, (which according to the other girls, sparkled more then Edward Cullen in the sun but God knows how that's possible.) which were so obviously passed on from his father. Izumi was tall, well built and his walk was far too graceful to be a boys; it was like a dancers', he basically waltzed around, so elegant and classy.
Without a shimmer of a doubt, he was the most handsome and attractive boy in the year, if not school.
Nearly every girl had a crush on Izumi; me included sadly, to be honest, I thought it was almost impossible to not like him. However, no-one had seen him date anyone. Ever. He could flirt with anyone but as soon as they asked him out, no matter who, it was a rejection. Normally, a harsh rejection.
"Yes, you were too harsh. Besides, beavers can't talk so how can they hold a better conversation then her, huh?" I glared accusingly at him.
"Anyway," he said, completely ignoring me, "Miss. Lexi Hartbridge, we have a class to be going to? Do we not?"
"Well. Yes. Are we going to go to it then?" I asked, surprised. Normally, since it was a Friday and we only had one class left, we used to...leave...early.
Izumi made a "pfft" sound and grinned wolfishly at me. "Of course not, who do you take me for? Let's go already." He linked his arm in mine and we ran to the fence that marked the boundaries of our school grounds. After we checked around for teachers, we slipped through the fence and ran like madmen to Izumi's house.
We never went to mine; It was too risky in case my parents were home. Luckily, Izumi's were basically never home so it'd always be safe.
Izumi and I wandered into his stupidly modern and expensive house; He chattered on about who knows what...
Izumi took my hands in his, grasping firmly as if he was afraid I'd escape from him. I gaped slightly at him. "W-w-what's up?" I stammered before he removed one of his hands from mine and placed a finger over my mouth, shushing me. He slid his hand over to caress the side of my face. I could practically feel the blood rushing to my face. Izumi smiled and began to lean in towards my face. My heart thumped, louder and louder, with anticipation. He was so close and--
"WOMAN, I AM TALKING TO YOU COME BACK TO EARTH! AM I REALLY THAT UNINTERESTING!?" That was the real Izumi; Glaring and waving his hands manically in front of my face.
"Sorry," I sighed, ducking my head after batting his hand out of my face. He rolled his eyes at me and went to the kitchen. He kicked the living room door open as if I didn't already know where to go and needed some help. I blushed. Then I cringed. Blushing? Really? What was I, a hopeless maiden in love? I walked into his living room and sat on his couch, placing my head in my hands.
I truly was too much of a dreamer.
{A/N: Wow okay if you read this you get a free unicorn and a sandwich with a filling of your choice.♥ Continue with this or not? I blame narwhals.}
