Wild Thing... I Think I Love You

Her Deliverance

Isabella's P.O.V

~RECAP!~

"Hey," He whispered as Brooke and her step mother argued over the waste of a gumdrop.

"Hi," I said staring at his nose instead of his eyes.

Parker looked at me with such clear green eyes as if his eyes spoke on their own, "I'm not so scary."

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2 weeks later.

I traveled down the hall, towards Mrs. Scott's room; eager to move the day along and go home. Before I got a chance to sit down, the room's chatter flooded into my ears--gossip about a recent fight that went down earlier. I let out a small labored breath at the thought of fighting; I quickly sat down, trying to cue into their conversations.

"Did you hear about the fight?" Candace, the girl who sat in front of me whispered. "Yeah, yeah...Wasn't it Mitchell and Evans? I heard it was pretty brutal, they're not letting anyone down by the gym for the time being, and there was an ambulance too." Justin turned to her in his seat, leaning forward to make sure there weren't any 3rd parties. I had literally just came from P.E, and it was Parker? Why was I disappointed? I knew the type of guy he was, I should've expected as much.

"Who do you think won?" Candace continued, her voice high in curiosity.

"Definitely Parker, there's at least a 5 day suspension--he must've beat Evans up pretty badly." Justin shuddered, shaking his head at the thought of it. I leaned back in my seat, and stared at Parker's empty desk at the front of the class. I wondered if Brooke knew about it yet, she surely had to with the buzz going around the school. I was a bit worried for her, I mean--was she even safe living with such a hazard in the house? She's still alive after 8 years, but still...

This wasn't the first time i've heard of Parker beating the living daylights out of a kid, i'd heard of it multiple times backed up by his absence but it wasn't quite as effective as it was now. Maybe it was because of Brooke being my friend or just because he was nice to me, once. Candace and Justin turned back to the board as Mrs. Scott returned from hallway duty, although she wasn't very prudent with that either.

Geometry was difficult, I was more distracted than usual--my mind wandering back to where Parker was right now. I was being ridiculous honestly, I shouldn't care. I don't.

The bell rung, clearing a stupor cloud enclosing in on my head. I collected my things, no longer in a hurry to leave. By the time I had neatly packed my backpack, nearly the whole class had cleared out--which just left me with Mrs. Scott. I quickly pulled the one-strap backpack over my head so it rested over my chest, I glanced out the window; rain again. I began fiddling with my zipper, trying to pull the jacket closer so it'd be manageable but the backpack sash was hindering that, riding up my coat sleeves. Frustrated, I abandoned the task and began making my way towards the door. I smile shyly at Mrs. Scott on the way out, she grabs my arm and brings me back before I crossed the threshold of the door.

I turned fully towards her, wondering if i'd done something wrong.

"Isabella--you are Parker Mitchell's friend aren't you?" She asked curtly. "Not really," I mumbled thinking back to the scores of days he'd been missing lately.

"You do know him, yes?" Mrs. Scott rolled her eyes impatiently, gathering papers on her desk. I nodded quickly, not in the mood for arguing. She shoved the stack of papers into my hands, "Take these to his house, will you? I've tried getting in contact with his parents to send them to him, but they don't seem to be home. You understand, don't you? You don't want your friend to fall behind."