Right peoples, here's the second half of the story! Hope you liked it!
Mary couldn't concentrate. She had been attempting to concentrate on her lessons all morning and she couldn't. Her mind kept replaying everything that had happened. She hadn't expected Izzy to come back to school, although deep-down she was hoping he would. He would be faced with much more mockery and teasing, and no-one wanted that. Finally, when the bell rang to signal lunch, she slipped out from the back of the school and jogged home.
She climbed up the steps of the fire-escape and looked in on Izzy's room. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Mary sighed and knocked on the window lightly. Izzy looked over at her and for a moment, Mary thought that he might get up and open the window, but then he rolled over and faced the opposite wall. Mary sighed and tapped on the window again. Izzy got up and walked over to the window.
"What do you want?" He asked dully as he opened the window. Mary opened her mouth to say something, but she realized that she didn't know what to say. She had wanted to talk to Izzy all day, but she realized that she didn't know what she had wanted to say. That she understood, that she was sorry…
"I am so sorry Izzy!" Mary finally said. Izzy sighed and shrugged.
"It's all good, it's not your fault," he murmured. Mary couldn't believe that Izzy was still being so nice about it. It was making it so much worse. She would've preferred it if he got angry at her, yelled at her…But he was being nice about it.
"It is my fault, Izzy! I should never gotten you to join the Double Dutch team! And I shouldn't have gotten mad at you when you went with your dad…I'm so sorry Izzy," Mary finished, biting on her lower lip. Izzy shrugged again and looked away. "Izzy…"
"It's fine, Mary!" Izzy suddenly burst out.
"No it isn't!" Mary cried. "It's about as far from fine as it gets!" Izzy sighed and climbed out the window, sitting on the fire escape beside her. Mary was surprised, but turned and sat next to him. "Why are you being so nice to me? It's our fault—my fault—that you're in this mess to begin with. Why can't you just…yell at me…or something?" Mary mumbled, looking down at the ground. Izzy smiled slightly and turned to her. Mary looked at him, guiltiness showing in her eyes.
"Would that make you feel better?" He asked her lightly. Mary sighed.
"Not exactly," she muttered.
"Then I'm not gonna do it," Izzy replied. "I like Double Dutch and I'm going to city with you…I like Double Dutch," he repeated in an undertone. Mary smiled and placed her head on his shoulder. Izzy wrapped an arm around her and nodded. "I'm not going for you or the girls, I'm going because I want to…and no-one is going to stop me."
"Not even your dad or your mates?" Mary asked softly.
"No, not even my dad or my mates," Izzy replied. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth. Mary smiled.
"Um…Thanks," she murmured. Izzy grinned.
"You're welcome," he replied. They laughed and went back to sitting silently in each others arms.