Heart of the Pride, Anaya Phoenix [ebook reader color screen .TXT] 📗

to her seat, wary of the eyes watching her. Izzy didn’t blush, or look down. Izzy didn’t do that. She showed no emotion if she didn’t want to, and she didn’t want to. Timmy took his seat in the corner where all the ‘cool’ people sat. It was a good fifteen minutes into class when Izzy shot up from her seat.
“Forgot to give you this.” She said as she dug into her pants pocket to retreat the note from the doctor. She walked to the front of the class and gave it to Mr. Crumbles. He looked at the note then up to her with an arched brow.
“You aren’t hurt miss Mcreery.”
“I know, but he is.” She said gesturing to Timmy who raised his bandaged hand. The class gasped in shock. How would he play basketball with an injured hand! Gasp! Oh no, he couldn’t!
“Your point, miss Mcreery?”
“I’m his ‘buddy’. Gotta escort him to his class, help him with his books, hold his bookbag for him. All that jazz.” Izzy mumbled, and let a light blush seep out. She knew how to play the part of the young girl who was shy, and had a ‘crush’ on Timmy. That was the only way he wouldn’t question her anymore.
“You didn’t help him with his bag when you came in.” He said, not giving up.
“He said he could handle it, but assure me and you… I’ll be holding his bag for the rest of the day.” She grumbled and looked down, making her seem somewhat abashed.
“Trust that you do miss Mcreery, see that you do. You have permission to leave ten minutes early for each class. Now go back to your seat and try not to interrupt my class again.”

He laughed at her as she rolled her eyes, again. They had almost all classes together and for each one, she had only managed to embarrass herself even further. Last period, in art, when she’d picked up his bookbag she’d hit herself in the back of her head. That wouldn’t have been bad… if she hadn’t gone and smacked it into the canvas, smearing her forehead with blue paint. Totally. Not. Cool.
“Shut up and tell me what you want for lunch.” She grumbled as she brought his back to the table where the jocks sat. They looked at her and she ignored each and every one of them, only focusing on Timmy.
“The steak sandwich, some fries, and a coke. Please. He reached into his pocket and gave her ten dollars.
“Will do.” She said and started walking toward the lunch ladies, but someone called for he attention.
“Shouldn’t you be taking our orders too?” David yelled in jester, making Izzy look toward him.
“Shouldn’t you be on your death bed? Oh no, I decided to let your keep your life. Don’t make me rethink my decision.” She told him, without looking back and went to get her and Timmy’s lunch.

She dropped off his lunch, ignoring David as he tried to make himself shown by mouth raping some poor girl. She didn’t care who he made out with, that was on him. She dropped off her lunch at her table, then went to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she entered the girls’ bathroom she heard silent sobbing and frowned to herself. Now, what kind of person would I be if I didn’t try to help? She thought to herself and went to the stall next to the crying girl. She stood on toilet and looked into the neighboring stall and gasped. Ashley sat there, sobbing her little heart out.
“Cheated on you, didn’t he?” Izzy asked, her tone laced with amusement and pity.
“Didn’t even wait half an hour. I turned around and he had his tongue down some other girls throat.” Ashley sobbed harder and Izzy scratched her head. I should probably help, she thought with a small cynical smile. She climbed over the stall wall until she stood in front of Ashley.
“Follow me.”


Ashley walked next to Izzy, her hands shaking as she looked around them. Izzy had to struggle not to roll her eyes. For a girl who seemed to love all eyes on her she was hating it now. The two exes of David Allibaster was talking to each other! Gasp! What devious plan could they be hatching? How would this end for David? It’s too much suspense *fake faint here*. Izzy smiled at her inner seventies dialogue and gripped the slushy in her hand a little tighter.
“Ready to get some ice cold revenge?” She asked Ashley, as their direction changed. Ashley nodded once but said nothing. Out of Izzy’s peripheral she could see Timmy watching them as they grew near. She sent him an exaggerated wink and sidled behind David. She saw Timmy shake his head, but that wouldn’t stop her. Oh no, once Isabel Mcreery had revenge on her mind you’d be better off if you just let her do whatever she wanted. Izzy cleared her throat loudly, gaining the attention of the whole cafeteria.
“You guys were getting a little hot and heavy, thought I’d might cool you off.” Isabel said kindly, then splashed her raspberry red slushy on the couple. The bimbo in his lap shrieked and stood up.
“You did not just do that!” She shrieked in her Barbie voice and pushed Izzy. The whole café sucked in a collective gasp. They knew, as well as Izzy did, it was on. The only warning the poor girl was given was a slight narrowing of Isabel’s eyes before she attacked. Izzy grabbed the girls wet and sticky brown hair and yanked it, pulling the girl down to the ground. She then straddled the girls stomach and punched her in the face. Once.
“That, was for pushing me.”
Twice.
“That, was for having low standards.”
Three times.
“And that, was because punching you feels so damn good.” She wasn’t able to punch the girl a fourth time because Timmy, and several of the basketball players, had pulled her off. Ashley stood there, with her slushy still in hand, with wide eyes and a slight smile.
“Do it now or forever wish you had!!” Izzy yelled, as the basketball team carried her out of the café. The last thing she saw was Ashley slam her blueberry slushy on David’s head before the doors closed.
“That was so fun!” Izzy exclaimed when they stopped pulling her.
“Are you crazy in the mind?!” Timmy asked and Izzy pursued her lips. She looked up to the ceiling, as if in thought, and answered.
“When you say crazy…” She trailed off as the team started to laugh. She smiled at their laughter and wiped some of the slushy on her shirt, not caring if it left a stain. It was gonna get washed anyway.
“You good?” One of the team members asked and she scoffed.
“As long as there’s people who talk like this, in a seriously annoying manner. I’m, like, never gonna be good.” She said, pitching her voice up a few octaves and twirling her hair around her finger. Timmy smiled while the rest of the team laughed.
“There’s gonna be hell for you when you walk in, ya know that right?” Another team member asked.
“Of course I know that. I’m Izzy Mcreery, there’s always hell for me somewhere.”


“Now just go apologize to them. You gave her a freaking bloody nose.” Jamie, one of the basketball players, told her. She laughed at his pointed look and shrugged him off.
“Fine, fine. I’ll apologize to the brat,” she made her voice nasal and rubbed her hands together “and his little whore too!” The team snorted and she smiled and walked into the lunch room. The girl sat there with a bloody tissue in hand, holding it up to her nose, her skin temporarily red from the slushy. She scuttled back on the lunch table seat when she saw Izzy approach. That made Izzy smile.
“Hey, look, I’m gonna pretend like I’m apologizing to you, but really I’m not. You started it when you put your little fingers on me, so you got the consequences. That’s the way the world goes. I promised someone, however, that I would apologize. I don’t break promises. So you’re going to act like I apologized in the most sweet heartfelt manner, so much so that you couldn’t not forgive me. If you don’t, I’ll break more than your pretty little nose, got it?” She said in a sweet light tone, doing an occasional hand gesture and making her shoulders droop as if she were ashamed. As if!
“I-I forgive you.” The girl stuttered and Izzy smiled again.
“Great, now I’m going to hug you. Don’t flinch or I swear to the Holy Father, I will stab you in the eye with that plastic spoon on the floor.” She said softly and reached to hug the girl. The girl did nothing but hug her and pat her back. Good, Izzy thought, she learns fast.
“Toodles!” She said, right as the bell for fifth class rang. She turned and was about to walk to Timmy to help him to his next class when a hand, a hand so similar to hers, stopped in front of her.
“You can’t have him, so back off.” Bella growled at her, burning emeralds glaring at her twin.
“Sweety doll pie. I never said I wanted him, so you’ve got nothing to fear.” Izzy told her sister kindly and tried to scoot around her but Bella was having none of that. Timmy’s smile dimmed a little as confusion wrinkled his brow.
“I heard that you bought him to the hospital. What kind of back stabbing shit is that Isabel?” Bella hissed at her, crossing her arms in front of her revealing top. That was one of the main differences from Izzy and Bella. Izzy was more of a comfort girl. Sweatshirts, jeans, converse, and a baseball hat. No makeup, high heels, flat ironing her hair.
“Seeing as you were more worried for your well being than his, I don’t see it as back stabbing. The boy broke his wrist Bella. You act as if I took to him to his house and slept with him or something.” Izzy grumbled, again trying to walk past her twin. Bella put her hand on Izzy’s shoulder and nudged slightly, making Izzy stop and glare at her sister. Timmy must’ve seen it because he ran to his girlfriends side.
“Hey babe. How much longer are you gonna take, Izzy has to take me to my next class.” He said coolly, kissing her forehead. Bella opened her mouth in shock and her face reddened in anger.
“’Izzy’? You’re on nickname terms now?! Are you screwing her? Is this why you’ve been so secretive lately?!” Bella shrieked, causing what was left of the students in the cafeteria to look at them with shock.
“No. She told me she prefers Izzy over Isabel. She’s gonna be my buddy for the week, I’d rather be on her good side.” He told her, seeming agitated at her.
“Oh my God. You’re lying! How long has this been going on-“
“My fucking God Bella!! Shut the hell up! I just told you me and her are not having an affair. I don’t want her, I thought I only wanted you but I can’t be with someone so bitchy and flippy floppy. I don’t need that amount of stress on me right now! Come on Izzy, we’re going to be late.” Izzy was shocked into silence as she nodded and regained a grip on her bookbag and walked past her twin. Timmy grabbed her upper arm and walked faster.