Change of Heart

chapter 4

Isaac POV:

As soon as I got home, I tried my best to avoid any conversations by attempting to sneak up the stairs, but I don't think I'm made out for the spy occupation.

"How was school Isaac?" My mom called from the kitchen.

"Uh fine, I guess." I answered, hoping she wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Did you see Zavier?" My mom had this obsession with Zavier which made our rivalry worse. I did feel bad for Zavier, his mom had died a couple years ago which in return made my mom feel like she had to play his mother figure. 

I feel like she preferred him to me- always asking about him, how his grades are, how soccer goes for him and rarely asking how I'm doing.

Or maybe I was just a drama queen.

I sighed before replying, "Well we do go to the same school so yes, I most likely did see him."

"No need for that attitude." She slightly scolded me. "We're inviting their family over for dinner tomorrow."

Not again, I groaned. The Friday dinners were the most cursed thing ever, they always went the same. 

To add to that, Zavier had a younger sister called Francesca who I preferred to call Fanny and not to be rude, but she thought she was the shit, when in reality she was just really shit. All she does is go on her phone and complain about boys when she's literally 14.

Puberty has barely happened... what is there to worry about? 

According to Zavier, she used to have a 'crush' on me, but I'm not trying to catch a case here. In all honesty, I think he was lying to annoy me, because all Fanny would do was glare at me, and only grunt in response to any chats I tried to start.

I dragged myself up the stairs, not looking forward to tomorrow, and jumped into my bed. One of the only things I truly looked forward to.

***

I was early to school today, the hallways eerily quiet, the normal bustling place, empty. I made my way to my locker, I could go to the library till people arrived. 

I suddenly heard footsteps from behind me so I quickened my pace, guessing it was a teacher, until the person behind me also quickened their footsteps. I didn't want to run- too suspicious- so I tried to speed up my walking, my heart rate quickening and my hands clammy. 

The footsteps stopped, and my muscles relaxed. That was the scariest 10 seconds of my life, I slowed down, opening my locker a bit when my locker was slammed shut and I was pinned against them.

"What the f-" I tried to speak but instantly a hand went over my mouth. I slowly lifted my head to see hazel eyes staring down at me. I half breathed a sigh of relief, it was only Dillon, but that still didn't fully relax me. 

Why the fuck did he have to ambush me?

He must've seen the look on my face as he tried to explain, "This was the only way I knew I could get you to listen to me." He shrugged, like he hadn't just attacked me.

"You are crazy." Was all I could say.

"What's the deal with you and Zavier?" 

You have to be joking.

Even when he wasn't around, Zavier still haunted me. What was so good about him anyways? Like yeah he is a bit smart... good at sports... has 'good looks'... but that was it.

"Isn't he your best friend or something?" I tried to duck under Dillon's arm but he caught on too fast and blocked me.

Damn his quick reflexes.