I smiled. Plenty of time.
“Superb. We can start right away then.”
She frowned.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Is your back better standing or sitting?”
Isabella shrugged.
“Honestly, it hurts either way. If I sit on something soft, it feels a little better, though.”
She tried to protest, but I took her book bag and started guiding her to the car.
“Have you been resting? You should have stayed in bed icing it yesterday.”
She sighed.
“I did try, but my bed is actually just the living room couch, so I wouldn’t say it was really that relaxing.”
I hadn’t initially understood our pairing. Neither of us really were in a particular clique. I was too new to the school and Isabella seemed to be one of those kinds of girls that like to just blend in. But I started to understand it now. I was probably the richest kid at this school, and Isabella was probably one of the poorest. Those two worlds were as different as people could get.
“I’m sorry you have to sleep on a couch.”
Isabella shrugged.
“It is what it is.”
For the record, I sleep in a king-size bed in my own private wing of the house. How was that for a stuck-up rich guy? Believe me, it’s only just the start too. A year ago, I was the poster child for stuck-up rich kid.
“I know this amazing coffee shop. It’s got big comfy chairs and couches. Decent coffee, although not the best. We’re aiming for comfortable right now, though. We have three months to hit the best coffee place.”
Isabella sighed.
“The Blend.”
I looked at her, surprised, and she continued.
“The Blend has the best coffee. And scones. Their blueberry scone is to die for. Sadly, it does lack in big comfy couches, so your coffee house it is.”
We reached my car. I headed to the trunk to put our book bags in when I noticed Isabella had stopped moving, her jaw dropped.
“This is a Ferrari SF90 Spider.”
It was. Although, honestly, I was surprised she knew that. A slow whistle escaped her, and she started walking around the car. Her eyes were bright and her face flushed. I watched as her fingers reached out to trail over the side of it, but she stopped herself.
“You know cars?”
She blinked at me for a moment, but her eyes went back to the car immediately.
“I know Ferraris.”
I wanted more information, but she looked at me in a little bit of shock.
“How rich are you?!?”
She covered her mouth immediately after she asked it. Her eyes were wide as she whispered, “I’m sorry. That was rude. It’s none of my business.”
