The next day is the first day of my junior year in high school. I'm at my locker with Izzie, when Nate shows up. We stand there awkwardly until he leaves. "10 months of that awkwardness. Can't wait." I say sarcastically. "Nate's harmless." Izzie says, as she touches my arm. I feel my face get red as we walk towards our classes. The next day Izzie and I were at our lockers again, as usual. "Kind of sucks you just had surgery." She says. "It's not gonna be as fun kicking your ass at practice." She laughs. "I'll have you know, I went on my first run and I was as fast as ever." I tell her, as I grab books out of my locker. "Did it hurt?" "Like a bitch." I reply, laughing with her. Nate walks up to us. I've had enough of him. He completely lied to Izzie. "Hey, I brought you guys milkshakes. I don't want it to be weird with us for the next two years. Peace offering?" He asks. "My stomach is still wonky from the surgery." I say, declining his offer. "I'll take it." Izzie says. He hands her 1 milkshake. "Hers too." He gives her the other one. She really wants to take shit from him after what he did? Izzie starts walking away. "It doesn't make up for what you did, but thanks for the apology." I tell him. Nate chuckles. "That wasn't for you, that was for Izzie. But you guys are joined at the hip. Just to be clear, you're still a bitch." He scoffs. "Excuse me?" I ask angrily. "Sorry." He replies sarcastically. I've had enough of this bitch. He's never going to win Izzie back. He won't get between us. "Hey, Nate!" He turns back towards me. I hit his milkshake so it splatters all over his face and his clean white uniform. He looks furious. I laugh, and walk away.
I get in trouble for "punching" his milkshake, as the coach calls it, even though I didn't punch it, I bopped it. I told her that, and that I did it on purpose. She warns me about losing my scholarship. Whatever, he deserved it.
The next day, when I tell Izzie, she laughs. She thought he deserved it too. "I'm exhausted." Izzie tells me. "My mom had a "headache" this morning, so I had to get all three kids ready for school." "That sucks." I reply. "This is baby barf." She shows me a grey splotch on her white shirt. "Ew." Evan walks over to the couch. "Cheetos!" He says, as he grabs a handful out of the bag from me. I see Izzie slightly tense up as he sits next to me. "I just need to get done with school and move far, far away." She says. I nod. "Where would you go?" I ask, looking into her eyes. "New Orleans, Barcelona, Mars, just the farthest place from here." I laugh. "Where would you go? Name three places." She says. "Dublin, because of Irish accents." Izzie laughs. "San Francisco and Cape Town." Izzie nods in agreement. "Cape Town? I think you mean Cape Cod." Evan says. "No. The one in South Africa." I tell him. "Oh, yeah I knew that." We laugh. "Where would you go? Name three cities." I tell him. "Three?" He asks. I nod. "Providence." "What?" Izzie replies. "Providence is nice." "That's like two hours from here." I say. "Yeah, well so what? They have a good minor league baseball team." He replies. Izzie and I laugh. Elsa walks in. "Hey, Mrs. Gardener, quick, name three places you want to live and be prepared to be judged harshly. And Providence is taken." Evan tells my mom. She easily names three places. "When I was your age I wanted to go to New York." She says. "Why didn't you go?" Izzie asks, as she spits ice cubes back into her glass of water. "I did. I lived there for 5 years after college." "Wait. Could it be? You were cool?" I ask, with a load of sarcasm. Izzie smiles at my sarcasm. "Very. I even wore fingerless gloves. Even though I'd like to think I'm still cool." I shake my head. "Why do we even bother with coasters if you don't use them?" Elsa asks. "She's back." I say.