"They took each other from dark to ray,
Each was different
But flower of a bouquet"
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Senior year in high school teaches them important lessons if life, self discovery and meaning of t...
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Issabelle's P. O. V.
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Everything's strange.
I'm having this strange feeling in my gut. The one that I get when something bad is going to happen. It's not always hundred percent true and I can sense it. It's a strong feeling.
Something is on its way. First of all I have no clue about Elliot since tomorrow and secondly Geremy lost the elections. He wanted to win it but now the damage is done.
It has been an hour since the school closed and I've been searching for Geremy since then but he is neither at home nor in the school.
Where else does he go?
Where?
Ummm.........??
Football field
I ran as fast as I could to reach there. Panting and breathless I stood on the field and there he was. Alone, kicking the ball angrily, wearing the same jeans and half sleeved tee he wore in the morning.
Just seeing him okay made me happy. The strange feeling in my stomach long gone and a smile creeping on my face.
I studied him from tip to toe. No damage but a small bandage on his nose. I expected something worse but thank god it's just this much.
This guy can make me smile even if at the moment he is the angriest I have seen and has bandaid on his nose. What are you Geremy? How you can affect me so much?
Some cliche high school shit. But I am a high school cheerleader. Some cliche is good for me if it is with Geremy.
" Hey!! Geremy" I spoke up. He didn't even answered.
Okay. He is in really bad mood.
I got closer to him. Just five feet apart. " Are you okay" " Geremy you can talk to me, you know that". Still no answer. " Please don't stay quiet. Talk to me".
In response he spoke those three magical words.
" Do I deserve"
" Issabelle ,do I deserve anything good? Was I not good enough to be the winner? He didn't do the canvassing. I even got the highest rank. Damm it" he spoke in such a harsh manner.
He really needs to be treated with care.
To comfort him I squeezed him in my arms. Really tight. He didn't react at first but after some seconds he hugged me back.
