3

She wasn't just back for the weekend, it seems. When I get the first glimpse of her angelic face at school as she stalks down the hall in my direction, I anticipate the sleepless nights ahead. I slow, my feet somehow still propelling me forward, despite the fact my brain is currently busy; immersed in everything about her.

She hasn't looked in my direction and I think for a moment that she hasn't seen me, but as she passes by, so close her bare arm almost brushes mine, her eyes lift in my direction and she smirks wickedly.

Well fuck you, Izzy Swan.