Hard To Get [Isidore]

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Kristina had woken up early in the morning, putting on a long sleeve purple shirt with blue jeans. Always wearing her black high heel boots because it made her feel so much taller. She grabbed her wallet placing it in her back pocket before grabbing her backpack and leaving her room. This was one of those days that she would bother going to class because as much as she hated going to school she didn't want to be kicked out of the school or her foster mother's house. Her brothers had left their bedroom and were already on their way to school before she walked out of the house herself. Nicholas normally ditched but he was in the same boat as her, choosing to go to class to avoid getting kicked out of the school, Garrett on the other hand seemed to love class and why shouldn't he, he was really smart after all. She slowly made it to one of her classes before sitting down in the back of the classroom, setting her backpack on the ground next to her feet. The teacher had noticed her, "So nice of you to join us Ms. Johnson." He stated before looking back at the clock to see that she had come in early. It wasn't long before students started piling in one after the other and then class begin. It was the longest class of her life, not really but it sure felt like it.

I want to go to lunch already... She complained in her mind as she waited for the class to end just so that she would be stuck in the second one of the day. The teachers were all the same, always making a comment as the first one had, "So nice of you to join us Ms. Johnson." They would all say to her until finally the third class had ended and she was out the classroom door for lunch. She got in line for lunch, managing to not see her brothers and choice to get food without them because she was hungry. A salad and sandwich, what else could a girl want? She took the tray of food and found a table with nobody sitting by it. She set her tray down on the table before taking her backpack off. Then she set it on the bench on the table and opened up the bag to see her messy pile of papers, homework her teachers were kind enough to give her. She then pulled out a book and closed the backpack, finding much interest in her book, The Night Circus. She turned to chapter five and started eating slowly, using the one hand to hold the book and page as she used her free hand to eat her salad first, seeing as the sandwich would be easier to eat with both hands and she wanted to find out what happened next in her book.

[Isidore Van-Houseton]

Waking up had long become an easy practice for Isidore, mostly due to a loud alarm screeching when the time came. Echoing around his room, the alarm screeched, waking the teen from his wonderful slumber. Isidore grumbled, lazily turning off the alarm clock and slowly reached to grab his glasses. Morning usually was this way, slow movements that gradually sped up until finally reaching a normal pace. The teen changed from his sleepwear into his usual everyday clothes, which consisted of a simple black shirt, blue jeans, and lastly he yanked on a black sweater. Quickly, Isidore had gone down stairs, his bag gripped in his right hand as he rounded the corner to have a quick breakfast. Once finished, Isidore accomplished the last few things he needed to do before leaving the house. The cold outside air nipped at Isidore instantly after entering its' embrace, causing him to pull up the collar of his jacket.

With hasty steps, Isidore made his way to school, arriving early for his first class that day. His bag along with his winter coat were shoved away in his locker, leaving him to grab his necessary books and papers. Isidore entered his first classroom, sitting down to go over the lesson notes before everyone else entered. Upon the entering of footsteps, Isidore's gaze drifted up at the teacher who made their way in not too long after the class. Expectations of the lesson starting were high, but the first thing the teacher did was pick out one of the girls. The words "so nice of you to join us Miss. Johnson" was said immediately, causing Isidore to glance over at the person the teacher was referring to. Class continued like usual, but at the begin of all the classes contained the same phrase. When all was said and done, it was time for Isidore to head down for lunch. Weaving through the small crowds in the hallway, Isidore got to his locker, putting his stuff away and retrieving his wallet.

Making his way to the canteen, Isidore went up and simply got himself a sandwich and a small red apple. Lunch wasn't when the teen was most hungry, so naturally a small lunch satisfied his small apatite. That was when Isidore's blue eyes scanned the room, since lunch in the cafeteria was always a good time to find someone to flirt with. The reason for that being the faculty that sometimes went by could easily put an end to any fights. That was when his gaze landed on the girl who had been pointed out every single class. A smile made its' way onto his face, perhaps all these call outs from the teachers were simply leading him down the right path? It was a rather cheesy idea, but Isidore already had something in mind. With that, the teen weaved through the tables, setting his tray down and sitting beside the alone girl.

"Looks like someone likes books." Isidore began, his ridiculous idea already beginning. "And you see, I like books too, so perhaps we should start writing the story of us?" The finishing product to a cheap pickup line, which wasn't all that impressive. A smile was upon his face as his eyes looked at the girl.

[ Yep, I found a book version of the lego pickup line... This is what happens when flirty characters get made by me. xD ]

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Kristina hadn't spend much time to notice any of the students who may or may not have been in her first three classes. Strangely enough she felt like the boy who had chosen to sit down next to her looked familiar though. She had just flipped through the page of her book when he spoke, she moved the book closer to her face as if ignoring him because a small smile had spread across her face. She somehow managed to read the sentence seven times already by the time she had moved the book away from her face to see it hadn't changed face expression at all, though she had taken much effort in placing that straight face on so not to allow him to find out that she had found his comment to be funny. "Mhm.... and I suppose you already have a timeline to start with?" She asked, forcing a frown to show up on her face because holding a straight face was to hard for her to muster. She wasn't good with pickup lines. Her brothers were taking forever to show up, meaning she would have to find a way to hold her straight face as to avoid him knowing that she found him to be very funny.

It didn't normally happen but he was a possible keeper. She finally managed to turn the page, having read the sentence an eighth time before finishing and going onto the next page as if she were planning to ignore him. He was the guy that got punched from many girls... once she had felt sorry for because those girls shouldn't have punched him in the first place. She had plans to pay those girls a visit if she could find a way to just catch his eye just a little bit longer... the face expression they would hold if they saw her with him, it would make them regret not choosing him. She didn't know that he would lose interest if she seemed to be easy, it was a force of habit to be hard to get because she was scared of getting into relationships.

[Isidore Van-Houseton]

At first, Isidore thought his words were charming enough to gain at least a curious gaze or pity laugh, but was soon corrected. Rather then his expected outcome, the girl he'd tried to charm closed some distance between herself and her book, thus making it difficult for Isidore to catch a glimpse of her face. Despite the negative feedback, Isidore's smile didn't waver, nor did his confidence intend to falter. As one would expect, Isidore had been shot down a multitude of times, and most of the time more viciously than someone hiding their face in a book. There was no reason to give out now, since there was always a chance to get a reaction. Isidore's mind went into thought mode as he began to choose his next few words, but there was a response. Immediately when Isidore heard the sound of words, his minds snapped back to the girl. With a straight face, the girl had responded to his cheesy pickup line. Managing to keep up his lip tight smile, Isidore thought over the concerns of a straight face.

It ranged from the ideas of the girl being serious, an anti-romantic, or perhaps even just plain disinterested. With slight hesitation, Isidore answered the girl's question about having a timeline. "Well... of course not. We could do that together too," Isidore answered. His response was rather lackluster, but Isidore knew better than to leave it there. There was maybe a frown upon her face, but perhaps a compliment could turn it upside down? Momentarily, Isidore's smile faltered, but he shortly recovered with a small smile. "Come on, no need for a beautiful lady like yourself to frown," Isidore said cheerfully. His smile broadened slightly as he spoke the words, hoping that his new tactic would work. Flattery was perhaps a basic way to get someone to blush, but it, usually, worked nonetheless. Patiently, Isidore waited, determination written all over his face, even through a slight glimmer in his blue eyes.

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Kristina noticed his smile and so it seemed as if so far he wasn't about to give up getting her attention. So far... so good... His comment of saying they could figure out the timeline together made it harder for her not to smile which is why she had a frown on her face... it was easier than trying to keep the straight face. She didn't have time to think of a reply because Isidore had commented about her being beautiful and having no need to frown. But if I'm easy you might just flee.... She glanced over and saw his smile get bigger and forced herself to glance away, but the blush came after a few minutes and so the last thing she could do was hide her face in her book, making it harder to see the blush that was still on her face. Oh why does he have to be so handsome....? She thought to herself not realizing she hadn't turned the page in a while. The blush lingered on her face because she had to hard of a time making her face expression change. She wasn't even eating her salad currently because she was scared that Isidore would see her face expression. She didn't want him leaving her after all, not when he already tried making the moves on her. "Beautiful lady having no need to frown?" She asked finally after a few minutes... "I thought that was just the book..."

She answered him back, having a hard time holding a straight face as she pulled the book away the blush was lighting up but still along her cheeks as she tried to ignore it. What could she say, she really loved reading and so one might find a book to be beautiful since the art was one of the reason one would pick up the book to read it in the first place. When it seemed like Isidore would be staying for a while she decided to allow a small smile to cross over her lips, glancing over at him as if her smile might just catch him off guard. "Tell me more about your timeline ideas..." She stated, deciding it would be easier and much more pleasurable if she allowed him to do all the talking.

[Isidore Van-Houseton]

Patience seemed to pay off for Isidore, since the colors of blush got painted across the girl's face. A small amount of clarity came to Isidore's mind, although the whole truth was yet to be revealed. Swiftly, the girl had snatched up her book, hiding her blushing face behind its' covers. A good hiding place for one's face when necessary, but a disadvantage for the flirtatious Isidore sitting beside the girl. Being unable to see her facial features would cause difficulties in knowing her reactions to his comments. However, what Isidore did know was that flattery worked enough to earn a blush. The effectiveness still wasn't completely known, since for all Isidore knew, this girl was toying with him. There had never been a day that Isidore would've called a book an enemy, but this was the day. As for the food on Isidore's tray, it had been completely forgotten, untouched.

"Why of course. Someone of such beauty doesn't deserve to be the victim of lingering sorrows." Isidore answered, his voice calm with the slightest hints of enthusiasm weaving its' way into his voice. To Isidore, the entire sentence sounded perfect, but didn't show his entire beliefs about beauty, for beauty was something of purity. Someone with a beautiful mind and personally was a true definition of beauty to Isidore, but flattery was one of the ways to get someone to respond positively. There was also the factor that Isidore was a romantic, which meant he loved all the concepts of love, thus he searched for it himself. Next, he moved onto his comment on the book, which was still blocking his view of the girl's face. "A book could never compare to your beauty, and by hiding behind its' covers your depriving the world of your beauty." Certainly not the most wondrous of comments, but there were even times when Isidore wasn't sure what to respond with. At this moment, his only card in this game was flattery, but that was soon interrupted by the timeline question.

The last thing Isidore had expected for that to resurface, but nonetheless, Isidore had no plans to give in. If this lady was a cruel mistress, then Isidore would abandon the mission, if not he would try for the longest time to win her heart. "Well, I did say we could do that together. So perhaps you have an idea?" Isidore said, trying to shoot the question away until he could think of an appropriate answer.

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Kristina had listened to him as he gave his answer, she could only hope he would continue when it become to hard for her to play hard to get. She found herself smiling as she held the book against her face. He spoke about the book and she was having a hard time not lowering the book to just hug him. No.... you must play hard to get else he might get bored and leave... That was the last thing she wanted and she found herself no longer smiling even though there was still a tint of pink on her cheeks when she had lowered the book. He didn't seem to expect her to start up that question again, and maybe her mind was playing tricks on her but she believed he didn't believe he would see her smiling at him when she had asked it. Hmm.... this game is becoming harder and harder. "We'll I think this would be the perfect fit for the start." She stated as if she were thinking of answers but was coming up with short. She would have liked to become harder to get as if to keep him interested in her but oh well it was worth a shot. "One thing I do know for sure is that for this timeline she would be hoping that it didn't end when she no longer was playing hard to get." Another blush crossed her face and she ran out of time to pick up the book to hide it against her face so instead she looked towards her tray of food to allow her hair to become the block instead somewhat hoping to hear his next comment but at the same time fearing it.

What if he doesn't like how I played hard to get.... when he figures out I did it by choice in attempt to give him interest instead of being easy and making him lose interest? I was never good at this kind of thing.... She thought in her brain, thinking up terrible things to make herself not desirable. Where are my dumb brothers when I need them to give me advice over this type of thing? Nicholas is bound to know because I think I remember him dating a few girls.... and Garrett is just flat out smart.... I almost wish I had those two gossip to make my life easier because I'm better at combat than I am with romantic comments.... Each time she thought of Isidore the blush become bigger but the only way for him to see is if that darn strain of hair was out of her face so that he could properly get a good view.

[Isidore Van-Houseton]

Seeing the effects of his comment unfold was a wonderful display, for the book was lowered. There was a pleasantness in this positive effect that made Isidore happier than he already was. No smile, but Isidore's eyes could just notice the tint of pink painted over the girl's pale face. His question also earned him more information, like the game playing that was apart of romance. These games were commonly depicted in stories, making it a little easier to understand what people would do to keep other infatuated with their very presence. However, waving Isidore away from the realm of boredom was rather easy, especially since he was easily interested in ladies. Quietly, Isidore listened to the girl's idea, in hopes of building off of it. What came out was about becoming bored if she stopped playing hard to get.

Rather than the covers of a book, her short hair fell in such away it acted like a veil. Once again, there was something blocking Isidore's view, but at this moment he didn't need to see the girl's face. A smile still played across his face, making it cleared that he was rather pleased. "Why should I get bored with a person of such divine beauty that I have yet to meet?" Isidore stated in a inquisitive manner. Hopefully the comment would, at the very least, get the girl to face him. "Perhaps you would like an introduction to your fellow romance player? I'm Isidore Van-Houseton, and I quite charmed to meet you, Miss?" Isidore asked, hoping to discover the name of his current target. All he was aware of was the girl's last name, which meant that a proper introduction was key. He also knew that saying someone's name helped to establish a bond, thus making him wish to address the girl by her first name.

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Kristina couldn't hold back a smile lucky for her that her hair was still in her face. Well I suppose I have made you wait long enough.... She decided in her head, but instead of moving to face him she listened as he spoke, clearly about ready to say his name. Isidore is his first name? I like it.... He called her Miss and it become hard not to smile, perhaps that was his goal and she had just missed it? "Kristina." She was still looking down, trying to put on a straight face but it wasn't working. Oh forget this. She looked back up, a smile was still placed on her face because she had failed to remove it. "But I go by Kris." Yes she did have a nickname and didn't mind which ever he wanted to call her. She found herself gazing into his eyes for a few minutes, finding him to be quiet charming. Why those others girls didn't give him a chance is beyond me.... She thought to herself, finally managing to have somewhat of a grip over her smile but now that she was able to control it she had no desire to avoid smiling around him.

She wasn't all that sure why he had chosen her out of all the other girls but she was glad he did, though he would have to teach her a thing or two about flirting because she didn't think she was doing it all that right even though she had attempted to play hard to get. "So Isidore, have you had the pleasure of reading this book yet?" She asked finally, pulling up the one she was reading, it wasn't the first time reading through it and it wasn't likely to be the last. The book title was named, The Night Circus. It was always good trying to make conversation. Hmm... I might have to make a better habit of showing up in class.... but if I don't... I could use it as an excuse as him for a study buddy... though he would know I would understand how to do the work.... unless there was something I didn't understand then of course having him around would benefit seeing as I love other sides of the view.... She pulled herself out of her thoughts, still smiling.

[Isidore Van-Houseton]

Things were slightly difficult, the girl's short hair still managed to veil her face, obstructing Isidore's view. Reading a young lady's face made things a lot easier on Isidore's part, especially since he could see them smile or frown. However, this case forced him to stick to the comment tactic that had, so far, done something. Blue eyes remaining locked on his target, Isidore sat quietly, waiting for the name to arrive. Once hearing it, Isidore nodded in acknowledgment of the name, his mind rushing through to think of a comment. That was when Kristina's face rose, and Isidore's eyes found a smile placed upon her lips. This discovery was marvelous, for it meant he was being delightful company and that his comments were doing their intended job. "Then a pleasure to be of your acquaintance, fair Kris," Isidore responded.

Face to face with his current target, Isidore found himself looking at Kristina's light blue eyes. They were pretty, and Isidore found himself getting lost in the lovely colour. That was when Kristina spoke, but the words took a few moments to sink in. Eventually, they managed to reach Isidore, causing his smile to turn sheepish. "Oh, my apologies. Perhaps you should give me a map for the next time I get lost in your eyes." Isidore said sheepishly, flashing a kindly smile at Kristina. Soon, his eyes looked over to the book, which had previously obstructed his view to much avail. Isidore read over the title, which was The Night Circus, but found that he had yet to hear of the title. "Unfortunately not, care to explain what it's about?" Isidore asked, trying his best to bring up casual conversation. His gaze remained on the book, scanning the cover, for the last thing he wanted was to get lost in Kristina's eyes again. Staring was sometimes seen as rude, plus he didn't want to accidentally miss some of the conversation.

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Kristina didn't try to avoid smiling bigger at his comment. "The pleasure is all mine." She answered him back, wondering if he would try and make the pleasure all of this again. It was easy for her eyes to lock with his, though it was very hard for her to think of anything else but being around him. It wasn't easy for her to avoid being talkative however. "I'll be sure to do just that." She answered him back, unsure if she wanted him to go from being lost to being found. He was looking at her book the one she had used to cover her face, he seemed to show some interest in it. "It is about two children that grow up into adult hood, they have to put on a circus show. Both got a ring from their mentor that would leave a mark but it was unable to leave them. They had to put on shows to prove who was more skillful but they fell in love. It was something that wasn't meant to happen seeing as their mentors always found two people to compete against each other. It made it harder to find a winner and so both of them became apart of the circus finding a new owner, a little boy, who in the end held the circus together." She paused, "I love their tricks and them falling in love."

Maybe she was saying to much on the subject, but Isidore was just so handsome she couldn't help it. "Do you have any favorite novels Isidore?" Yes I'm taking him home with me to meet my brothers.... and if Nicholas does anything stupid I'll kick his butt... I think Garrett will approve though.... She thought to herself, looking away from Isidore to avoid staring, she would have liked to have found herself staring into his eyes again though, even if one did believe it to be rude. I might have to make sure to go to class from now on... now that I have him here I never want to let him go... Another smile formed on her face, making one wonder what exactly she was thinking.

[Isidore Van-Houseton]

Different was the best word Isidore could use to describe this encounter. Giggles or aggression were common reactions to his flirtatious comments and elegantly stated flattery. Complete disinterest laid its' presence upon the list of reactions most commonly than every other reaction. Yet questions were being thrown around him, allowing him to learn about his new target, along with a constant attempt to ensure interest in the game of romance. It was truly amusing for Isidore to think about someone actually trying to provoke his interest by playing a civil game of hard to get. Blue eyes staring attentively at the book's cover, he listen, his mind noting each word of description. With a quick movement, Isidore gently pushed the bridge of his glasses, causing the spectacles to return to their former position.

"Certainly sounds like an interesting tale. I'll have to see if I have time to read it," Isidore responded, his tone more on the quiet side. The subject of romance was a paradise of reading for the young romantic, even if the language could reach more vulgar lengths. Isidore's eyes transcended back towards Kristina as a question came back his way. His eyes retreated back towards the cover as he answered in small, barely audible chuckle arose from Isidore. "I take a fancy to most books, since a vast majority do contain their romance. However, I do enjoy the classic tales of romance as well." The answer could've been expected, considering his pick-up lines and flattery came in the masses. Each comment of flattery and cheesy lines almost seemed second-nature to Isidore. "And what about you, Kris?" Isidore inquired, ensuring his intent to learn more about her. For the second time, his eyes spared a glance at Kristina, finding that her gaze was no longer on him. Isidore's gaze remained on her for a few moments, before looking down at his filled tray. With a small shrug, he picked up the apple, taking a bite out of the red fruit.

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Kristina smiled at Isidore while he spoke, it even sounded like he would try and put it on the list of novels he planned on reading in the near future. "I'm the same way." Truth be told she wasn't to picky about her novels, though found herself normally picking out a bunch of romantic novels. She put her novel back in her backpack before putting her bag on her back. Clearly not going anywhere she just didn't want to have to do that when she was heading to class. She found herself looking down at her tray of food, not really interested in it anymore but knowing she would have to eat it before going back to class. Since he was eating his apple it seemed only fitting her to slowly eat her salad before starting on her sandwich. She allowed her mind to wander as of what more they could talk about though she had plans of finishing her food before she moved back on that subject again. She finished her sandwich, wishing in the end she had only gotten the salad. She didn't overeat, it was just that she felt stuffed.

It had given her some time to think on what she wanted to say next, "Are you currently reading a novel?" She gave a friendly face but was interested in which one he was reading, as if there was the small chance she had read it before or had a new book to pick from the library. The school bell rang, meaning they had a few minutes to get to their next class. She really didn't want to leave Isidore's side, but found herself standing up anyway. "What class do you have next?" She asked, never planning on asking that question but seeing as she didn't want to leave him she was hoping to run into him between classes at least. Unaware that he had the last classes of the day with her as well. She walked slowly, realizing her brothers never showed up. Oh well they must be busy... She decided in her head as she glanced over towards Isidore just making sure he was still near by her. There were a few girls staring in disbelief that she was with Isidore but she didn't care.

She stopped outside of her class, which in the end turned out to be their class. She had a few minutes before having to go inside. She was debating in her head if she was going to sit in the front, middle, or back. Knowing all to well that before she had finished picking a spot the teacher would say the same quote that the others had said. On a side note, the next class would prove to be fun because she would have to find a buddy to do the project with. Before the bed rang, she took a spot next to Isidore, hearing the teachers quote just as she expected but just smiled at them. Never planning on missing class again.

[Isidore Van-Houseton]

Similarities were a wonderful thing to find amidst Isidore's flirting targets. Bonds of friendship could easily be extended purely from these small similarities. Blue eyes glancing towards Kristina, Isidore flashed her a smile. "Then it appears I'm not the only romantic in this school." Isidore stated, a content tone to his voice. Romantic seemed likely to find, but ones that had a true variety to their reading listings weren't nearly as common. Isidore continued to munch on his apple, enjoying the delightful taste that danced along his tongue. Currently, the outcome of this conversation was turning out marvelously considering his current target showed interest. There was a pause until the next question, but Isidore was pleased with the topic. "I'm currently reading Project Cain, the description is a bit gruesome since it's about serial killers. It also lacks any sort of romance considering there aren't many female characters, but still very interesting nonetheless." Isidore answered, an explanation following in its' wake.

A few quick bites devoured the remaining portion of the apple, leaving it nothing more than a core. A sandwich was all that remained on Isidore's tray, but soon the loud ringing of the school bell entered the lunch hall. Immediately, Isidore's eyes glanced down at his tray, looking at the forgotten sandwich that still sat upon the tray. It was truly a shame to waste food, but the bell foretold the need to head to the next class. Placing the apple core onto the grey metal tray, Isidore picked up the remains of his lunch. At first, his eyes were focused on the tray, up until he heard Kristina ask what he had next. Isidore stood from the bench, his gaze back on Kristina. "I have english next. What about you? He asked, walking away from the table and towards the garbage to scrape of his food. Wasting wasn't a pleasant idea, but he had no more time to consume the food.

Glancing at his company, he began walking out of the canteen and towards his locker. Quickly, he grabbed his english binder before heading off to class and to a pleasant surprise. Upon reaching his class, he found that Kristina had the same class in this slot. They entered the class, Isidore sitting in the front of the class. Isidore shot another glance at Kristina, finding that Kristina had decided to sit next to them. "Well, it appears we won't be departing from each other quite yet," Isidore said contently. Once more, the Miss Johnson comment came from the teacher, but it appeared that Kristina didn't mind the comment one bit.

[ I just picked a random book I've read before, for the sake of me knowing what the book is about. ]

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Kristina wasn't sure if she was a romantic because she felt like she was doing terrible at this, her face expression showed a blush on her cheeks from his comment, though she opted to stay silent over agreeing or disagreeing. The subject was changed to his choice of books and she found herself glancing into his eyes once more when he told her the book he was reading, "I'll have to check it out sometime." What he said it was interesting.... She thought in her, figuring since he might choose to ask she would just tell him that it wasn't a book she had read so far and worth looking into, though deep down she would be reading it because he found it interesting. It wasn't long before both were heading towards class, she never used her locker, having all of her books in her backpack, it meant it was heavy but she didn't seem phased by it. Isidore told her that he had English next. "English." She told him as she noticed him throw away his sandwich. They got separated in the hall towards class, but since she had waited to go into class he had appeared and she had gone inside, watching to see where he chose to sit before taking the one next to him. Maybe I walked to fast? Or maybe he had to get something out of his locker? She decided not to ask him why he hadn't come in at the same time as her. I hope he wasn't flirting with another girl, I'd be so sad... His comment pulled her from her thoughts, "That is right." She agreed, figuring that she had him for the time being at least. The teacher had made their comment to her but she didn't seem at all phased about it.

Planning on coming to class in the near future if it meant being next to Isidore. How did I never notice him in my classes before? She thought to herself, finding that she always sat in the back of class. Oh yes, I miss to many classes so I'm hardly ever here and when I am here I find myself staring off into space... as for him not knowing about me being in his class... well, I'm sure it's because he likes sitting in the front as I like sitting in the back. The thought finished crossing her mind and she found herself smiling before the teacher had asked her a question. That counted as spacing out. "Can you repeat the question?" She asked, listening she gave her answer and the teacher frowned before saying she was correct. It didn't matter though because she didn't need to hear how correct she was, she knew that answer just hadn't been paying attention to answer it the first time. The teacher told her to pay closer attention next time since she had it repeated to her before moving on with the class. Yeah yeah... I know... Before long the teacher finishing lecturing and told them to split into groups of two. As much as she wanted to jump into being Isidore's partner she felt a need to let him chose his own partner and just hope it happened to be her. So far he didn't have a partner yet but that didn't mean things would change.