Story Clip for our Devoted Reader...

Hey everyone! I think it's time for a snippet to keep our astounding one reader entertained, so here you go! This one is really... strange. It was something I wrote that nobody was supposed to read but, of course, I read it to Aly and now apparently I'm posting it on the internet. Oh god and I going to regret this.... :S Lol so here it goes and I hope you enjoy it. Keep in mind: I warned you of the oddity. Tell me what you think!






On Wednesday, in Spy Chemistry, the class was being tested on making a new formula they’d just learned; a mixture that was thick like molasses. The concoction was used to diffuse bombs within seconds by pouring it over the object which would counteract the wires and basically shut the bomb off without exploding. Izzy wasn’t having any trouble with hers, neither were her sisters from the looks of it, but some people were. Some people such as Victoria. “No, no, no. Victoria, this is all wrong. It’s supposed to be thick like motor oil by now. That’s way too runny. Go dump it and start again,” Mrs. Mercer said from the back of the room. Victoria huffed angrily but she listened to the teacher and poured all the substance out of the little cups she’d put it in and back into the main pot she mixed it up in. Izzy couldn’t help but smile evilly. This was Victoria’s third try and she messed that one up too. Earlier that morning, the two girls had a confrontation. Izzy wished that she would just leave her alone. The Morrigans figured that after all this time, Victoria would’ve given up by now and just ignored them, but she was more annoyingly persistent on hating them than ever. That morning at breakfast, she’d stopped them on their way in and said something about how weird and uncool they were and how they should just leave the school while they were ahead, because they’d probably just end up like their parents. Of course, the girls outbitched her – again – and she wasn’t very happy about it. “Class, I’m stepping out for a minute but I’ll be right back. Please try not to blow anything up. Oh Lucas, stop! You don’t put baking soda in it! That will cause the opposite effect,” Mrs. Mercer screeched at Lucas Bagreel, who was known for mixing in the wrong ingredient. “Alianne, would you please sit with Lucas until I get back,” she pleaded. Aly groaned quietly but she listened and walked to the back of the classroom to baby sit Lucas. Mrs. Mercer left, looking like she knew she’d regret it. “No! Not lemon juice,” Aly yelled, grabbing the beaker out of his hand. Izzy laughed at her sister’s misfortune and went back to her bomb diffusing mixture. Suddenly, she felt something slimy slither down her head and neck, sliding down the back of her shirt. Izzy shrieked out and jumped out of her seat, grabbing at her head. It was the molasses-ey stuff. Victorias’s reject stuff that was too liquidy. She turned around to see the culprit standing behind her, holding her bowl upside down above Izzy’s head. “Oops,” she said, smiling a wicked smile. All eyes were on the two of them waiting for retaliation. “You did not!” Izzy seethed, lunging at Victoria, wanting to claw off that smug little smile of hers. She didn’t get the chance though, because the nearest three boys that had any decency in them sprung up too, getting in between the two girls. Two of the boys (Will and Shawn) grabbed Izzy on either arm and pulled her back off of Victoria. The third boy (Tyler) put his arms around Victoria from behind, probably just because he had the chance to make his dream come true, nothing to do with the fight. “Wow, you really are a freak. I accidentally spill something on you and you attack me. You’re lucky I don’t sue your sorry-,” she scoffed. “Let me go! She messed up my hair! You-,” Izzy argued, struggling against the hold on her. Boy was she glad James wasn’t in this class. Then she’d have absolutely no chance of getting at Victoria because he’d pick her up and carry her out of the class, lest she get in trouble. “Aly, please get your sister to calm down,” Will pleaded with his girlfriend. Aly opened her mouth to say something. “No, I will not calm down! She got stuff in my hair! My hair!” Izzy argued trying to pull out of Will and Shawn’s grasps once again. It was futile. They were stronger than her. “What’s going on in here,” Mrs. Mercer’s voice bellowed. “Boys, let go of Isabella.” Victoria had already gotten out of Tyler’s embrace-like hold and was standing there, highly amused. “Yeah, let me go,” Izzy continued to struggle. Will looked like he wasn’t going to. He was afraid his girlfriend’s sister would attack Victoria and then he’d have to hear Aly complain about Izzy not being able to control herself and getting into trouble all the time. He slowly let go of her upper arm, daring her to lunge again. Shawn followed his suit. It took every ounce of self-control in her body not to at least call her a slur of expletives in every language she knew. “Please explain to me why I leave and come back to find this and… what is that in your hair Isabella?” Izzy took a deep breath and said through clenched teeth “She dumped her reject mixture on my head. She poured it on my head!” Victoria tried to look innocent and sorry. “I told you it was an accident. I was going to apologize but she just attacked me.” “Well, Victoria, I find that really hard to believe since I told you to dump it down the drain which is over there on the other side of the room,” Mrs. Mercer said, pointing over her should with her thumb and the drain. Victoria tried one more time. “I needed a tissue,” she said sweetly nodding towards the tissue box on the teacher’s desk. Mrs. Mercer sighed in annoyance. “Isabella, go wash that out of your hair before it sets in. You’ll have a real problem on your hands if you leave it. I’ll explain to Mr. Trillo why you’re late, although I’m sure it won’t be a problem because Language is your best subject. Victoria, two weeks of detention and you can follow me to the Headmistress’s office right now. Everyone else, class is dismissed.” The class got up and quickly left, eager to spread the new gossip but Izzy waited until Victoria was out of sight to make her escape. Reduce temptation. Aly followed her out. “Are you okay,” she asked trying to stifle her laughter. “Whatever. Please tell James where I am so he doesn’t worry. I have to get this out of my poor hair. Bye,” Izzy said in a rush, darting upstairs. She ran into the empty dormitory, stripping out of her slimy wet shirt and camisole and depositing them quickly into the hamper in her closet. She took a quick shower, not wanting to look in the mirror to see the disgusting liquid in her hair. She felt much better when got out nice and clean. Izzy was still in the bathroom putting her clothes back on when she heard a knock on the dorm door. She opened the bathroom door so she could yell out at whoever it was. “Yeah?” “Izzy? Are you okay,” came a familiar voice. “James? What are you doing up here? You’re supposed to be in class,” she replied curiously pulling a hairbrush through her clean wet hair. “I heard what happened and I wanted to check up on you,” he said as if it was quite obvious. Izzy laughed. “It’s not like she tried to shove me off a cliff. Though the miscreant did get stuff in my hair….” “That’s besides the fact, babe. I know how you are when it comes to your hair,” he teased. She ignored the comment. “Well, I’m fine. You don’t need to skip class to make sure I’m okay. We have lunch right after,” Izzy pointed out. “True. I’ll go back to class with you. Are you going to make me stand out here or can I at least come in while you fix your hair so we’re not yelling?” He asked. She froze with the brush in her hair and looked down. She was wearing her skirt and a bra, no shirt. “Uh, yeah, hold on,” she said absentmindedly, dropping with brush into the sink with a clatter, knocking over soap and toothbrushes on its way down. She ran to her closet to find another uniform shirt. They were all dirty. “Iz, what was that crash? Are you sure you’re okay,” James asked sounding worried. “Yeah. Sure. Peachy. Just hold on a sec,” she told him looking for a cami. They were wall dirty too, as well as most of her shirts. All she could find were heavy sweaters. She really needed to do laundry. “Peachy? Ok, I know something’s wrong because you never say that… unless something’s wrong. I’m coming in if you don’t open this door in five seconds,” he declared. “Really James, you are so overprotective. Just wait. I’ll open the door. Hold on,” she repeated for the third time. “Give me a reason not to open this door right now. Something’s wrong, I know it.” Izzy sighed angrily. “You are so annoying James Dean Cambridge… I don’t have a shirt on. There’s your reason,” she told him, finally finding a t-shirt that would do until she could get a school uniform type shirt. “You really shouldn’t have told me that,” James insisted. “Why,” Izzy asked, pulling the shirt over her head. It was really short and you could see her black bra under the thin white material but it’d have to do for the moment. “Because now it’s hard to not open the door,” he complained. She ran over and flung open the door open. “Hi,” she laughed. “Awww, man. I’m too late,” James complained. Izzy laughed again, grabbing his arms and pulling him in the room. He grabbed her around the stomach, his hands on the bare skin showing under her short shirt. “Now this I can’t complain about,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. Izzy decided to take advantage of their downtime. Hey, they were already missing most of class, a few minutes more wouldn’t hurt, right? She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her short shirt rising up dangerously high, but still covering all that should be covered. James’ hands slipped up her back, stopping right in the middle and crushing her body closer to him just as he crushed his lips closer to hers. Their make-out session increased in intensity and Izzy basically though “Screw it. Who needs to go to Language class at all?” His hands moved to her front, exploring the smooth skin of her stomach and right below her bra but never going any higher like a gentleman. Who needs lunch either? Izzy decided she could miss all her classes if it meant staying like this with James all day, but unfortunately, she knew the teachers might get a tad bit suspicious. Her boyfriend seemed to think the same thing, like their minds her entwined just as their bodies were, because he unwillingly pulled away. “I guess we’d better get going before the teachers come up here looking for me and find us together,” Izzy sighed. “Yeah. That wouldn’t be good,” James agreed. He looked her over. “Uh, but you’re not going anywhere like that. Not that it doesn’t look incredibly hot because trust me, it does. But if you where that to class… I don’t think I’d be able to control myself.” She agreed in her head but she put her arms lightly around his neck, standing to the side of him instead of in front of him. She kissed his cheek softly and irresistibly. “I don’t think I’d mind, “she whispered into his ear. James gulped, obviously having trouble with controlling himself right at that moment. “No, I don’t think you would but I’m sure the rest of the class would. Go put a shirt on. God, I can’t believing I’m actually telling you that…,” he said shaking his head at the absurdity of it. Izzy laughed and let go of his neck, heading towards her closet. “Shocking, isn’t it? I think our roles are switched. I should be telling myself to put a more appropriate shirt on so that you aren’t tempted,” she reasoned with herself. “I think some of that stuff sunk into your brain,” James called. Izzy laughed again and found a black button up shirt on a hanger in the back corner of her closet. Not even bothering to close the door, she faced away from James and pulled the white shirt over her head, feeling his gaze on her back. She heard him groan and she stiffled a giggle. “You are so evil,” he muttered as she slipped the shirt over her arms and buttoned it up. Izzy turned when she had three buttons left to go, showing a lot of skin. “I know,” she giggled finishing the top buttons. She grabbed his hand, pulling him up from where he was sitting on her bed and she pulled him to the door and they walked back to class hand-in-hand.





So you can probably guess that is supposed to be after we've been dating for a while. Yeah. Well, anywhoo I gotta go. I'm at school and only had time to copy and paste! Byeas!

You know you love me,
Isabella