I let Joaquin in, walking to the side of the door.

"How did you know where I was?" was the first think that escaped my lips and I closed the door.

He turned around with a big cheeky smile on his face that I want to kiss, I mean slap.

"Well, I've known you forever, we used to have play dates remember?" He says raising one eyebrow.

"No I actually don't" I say. He chuckles and continues to walk upstairs to my bedroom. I follow him closely behind, already being tired by the steep stairs.

He walks into my room, being taken back by the purple walls and the lavender bed. I blush in embarrassment, "Yeah I'm a very girly person, get over it." I snap. He looks at me like I have three heads.

"Are you serious, it's cute, or at least I think it is. Hey is that a unicorn plush?" He says grabbing it.

I squeal in embarrassment, jumping at him for my plush. He raises his arm farther to the ceiling. My hands trying to reach for it while I'm on my tippy toes.

I huff in annoyance and take a seat on the bed. "Let's just start the dumb project." I say in a rude tone.

I feel my bed slide down as an annoying Joaquin sits on my comfy bed. "Okay, so I was thinking we could do 'Red Queen' because I've already read it and it's pretty easy." I say.

He nods in agreement, his smile brighter than my future. "Why are you so happy?" I say.

He looks at me, "Why are you so full of questions?" He says. He lifts his arm, my eyes closing and my body flinching to the action.

"Izzie...I'm not gonna hit you.." he says

I open my eyes to see sadness and guilt in his eyes. My stomach turns at the sight, my instincts just wanting to give him a big hug.

"Hey Dora!" He says.

I close my eyes ready for the hit, I did kinda deserve it since I accidentally bumped into his friend.

"Don't you ever do that again, you understand ugly?" He says.

I nod my head in understanding, ready to walk away until I felt a sting on my cheek.

Did he just slap me??! I can't even fight back, I have no choice. I slide down the lockers, tears threatening to spill. I dig my head into my knees, the school bell fills my ears and my quiet sobs.

"Isabella?" He questions.

I shake my head from the thoughts and look him into the eyes, shame dancing in them. "Sorry what I was consumed by my thoughts." I say.

"You alright, I was talking about the project?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

Wow he just forgot about the things he did to me and the things he still does.

I was looking deep into his eyes, getting lost into them, but before I could I said, "Okay, let's talk."