Thread: The Arcanist (me and torridsoul)

I listened intently as the teacher Mr. Bristol talked, history being my last class of the day was really a blessing and a curse wrapped up in one. It saved the best for last, and gave me extra time to convince the always ready to talk Mr. Bristol into telling me even more about whatever our current topic was. And when he did, I took copious amounts of notes, which tended to give me the upper hand in the class, but that wasnt really what I did it for. The truth of it was I Isabella Reed had two loves my boyfriend Jacob, and History. The problem with this was, while I listened to the teacher talk and took notes my first love was outside in his car, waiting for me to give it up so we could go home. Today had been exceptionally hard for me to pull away from. In class we had been discussing Napoleon Bonaparte, his Grande Armee, and when hed been forced to abdicate and was exiled to Elba. The man was fascinating, he truly had wanted to be Emperor of the world and if not the world, then at least most of Europe which was apparent in how many of the countries he set siege upon. Once Id FINALLY pulled myself away from the extra lesson, I snatched up my messenger style backpack and slung it over my shoulder, it was excruciatingly heavy from all the text books, and extra books I lugged with me everywhere. My stick straight brown hair was escaping from the pony tail Id ruthlessly tugged it back into, to help fight off the effects of the heat and was falling around my face. I knew instinctively as soon as I walked out it would be sticking to me, but I had already wasted so much time getting to Jacob that it didnt matter. Today was my 18th birthday, and as exciting as that maybe for some it wasnt a huge deal for me. I had been subtly dropping hints to Jacob that I was ready to make love with him, that would be the best birthday present. I was sure that my friends and Jacob would insist upon some kind of party. And even as the thought entered my head I saw my friend Madison approaching from the locker room, we were really quite the opposites. Her the cheerleader, me the nerd. She wished me a happy birthday, shoved a card in my head and then pushed me out the doors. My eyes locked on Jacob and every time I saw him I remembered the first day we met I had been 13 and he had become my best friend. I now believed that the best way to start a relationship was simply to be friends with the person first it would offer up the most rewarding of connections in the long run. Like the connection I had with Jacob. The heat had become oppressive in the last few days so I had wanted to be as comfortable as possible this morning. I had tossed on a knee length skirt as per the school dress code, a tank top and my favorite pair of worn in flip flops. Unfortunately the flip flops were a hindrance when all I wanted was to run to Jacob, toss my bag in his car and go home where it could be just the two of us. I know!! I know!! Im late, but Napoleon Bonaparte is such a fascination subject and once I got Mr. Bristol started I had a hard time stopping him! I hope I havent kept you waiting too long. How was your day? I went to my tippy toes because I just barely stood at five feet and kissed his cheek gently, and it felt good just to be near him.