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I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing.

5 o'clock.

5 o'clock in the morning.

I groaned. A 2-hour drive to the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. We had to be at school early so we could make up for the long bus rides there and back so we could be at school when the bell ended the day at 3 pm. We were to arrive at 7 am and leave at 1 pm. We had a free hour to do what we wanted and grab lunch in between. Sarah and I were just going to look for a nice café or something and stay away from the others. Maybe there would be a cute bookstore in the area...

I hopped out of bed and threw on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and t-shirt before throwing my Grayworth Academy hoodie on. I was glad I had taken my shower last night so I wouldn't have wet hair on the bus.

My mom was still in bed when I left the house and so I left her a note reminding her why I wasn't there because she probably would forget our conversation last night and panic. I went through a mental checklist in my head on my way to school.

Things to bring on the art Trip:

Money Check

House Key Check

Phone Check

Headphones Check

Sketchbook Check

Pencil Check

Skittles Check

Chocolate covered pretzels Check

Seemed like I had everything I would need for the trip. Sarah was picking up coffee for us on her way so that was also Check.

I could see that most people had arrived by the time I got there and the bus was pretty full. Sarah had saved me a seat next to her around the middle of the bus and she got out into the aisle as I came over to give me the window seat.

I always had the window seat.

"Thanks Sarah." I said with a smile as she handed me my coffee and I settled in and she shrugged.

"No problem. Are you excited for this?" she asked and I nodded letting out a sigh.

"Yeah, I mean I'm excited to be getting a day off of school. I have to tell you something that I over heard yesterday." I said and Sarah grinned.

"Juicy gossip?" she asked, her eyes bright and excited.

"You could say that I guess."

"Spill the beans Mon. It's not right to keep is all to yourself." I brought my finger up to my mouth to chew on my nail.

"It... it was about-"

"Tiny!" my head snapped towards the familiar voice. I saw Finn making his way down the aisle of the bus. His hair was messy and he had on some worn-out jeans and a sweatshirt. His face was slightly groggy looking, but he had a lazy smile on his face as he leaned on the chair in front of me.

"You didn't save me a seat?" He asked faking hurt, his eyes skipped over to Sarah for a split second, but his eyes were back to me faster than light. I rolled my eyes at him, but couldn't stop the smile tugging at my lips.

"I told you I was sitting next Sarah." I said.

"On the way back then." He said with a nod and laughed.

"Pretty sure we've had this exact conversation, Finnegan." He frowned, "I'm sitting with Sarah, round trip."

"It's Finn." He corrected and I shrugged.

"I'm using your full name." I replied and he shook his head leaning towards me slightly.

"My name isn't Finnegan. Its just Finn."

"Whatever you say... Finnegan." I say biting my nail with a smirk. He huffed.

"My birth certificate says Finn."

"Okay, I believe you." He nods and I mumble 'Finnegan' under my breath. He narrows his eyes at me, but doesn't mention it.

If I was being completely honest, I loved Finn. He was probably one of the nicest and most upbeat guys I had ever met. I admit that before I knew him and had spent absolutely zero time with him I just tossed him into the annoying, player category, but really he was super sweet and could make me laugh at anything. It was like he was programed for optimism too and it was hard to get him to take a situation seriously, his biggest flaw or greatest gift?

We will never know I guess. Finn looked towards Sarah for another moment a strange look on his face before he shot me one last grin and turned around in his seat. The bus doors were closed now and Mrs. Portia, our art teacher, was doing a head count. We would be leaving within the next two minutes. I turned my head towards Sarah and noticed she looked a little stiff. Must have been why Finn was giving her a strange look earlier.

"Hey Sarah, you okay?" I asked and tore her thoughts away from the back of the seat in front of me. She shook her head and then smiled.

"Yeah, fine. Give me the intel Chameleon." And I did, but I made sure to keep my voice low. I didn't need Finn to hear me talking about his best friend and Liana, literally behind his back.

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Almost everyone feel asleep in the second hour of the drive and when we arrived my limbs felt like they had been tied in knots and welded together, but the cool air that hit my face as I exited the bus with my fellow class mates woke me up.

I stretched up onto my tip toes and reached for the sky. We stood in the huge parking lot of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. Our bus was parked in some special bus zone for school or tourist trips. The large modern building was like a piece of art itself, with all its sharp lines and angles. I felt a bubble of excitement rise up into my chest at thought of all the art inside. I could feel Sarah's presence by my side and I gripped her arm.

"This is going to be great!" I squealed as Mrs. Portia explained how the day was going to roll. We had our hour of freedom from 11 to 12 and then the final hour was going to be making sure we had seen everything and been to the gift shop and had all our stuff before we headed back to school. I was going to make the most of this day away from drama as fun as possible. I was here with my best friend in a museum full of art. My two favorite things in the world!

I watched as people gathered into their own little cliques. Finn was stood with a boy with dark red hair who was on the basketball team. He was really tall and lean... I think his name was Kyle? Or was it Kenny? Finn was talking to Kenny non-stop about something and Kenny was just nodding along. I felt bad for the boy actually because Finn could ramble on about anything for hours. When Finn caught my stare he stood up straighter and grinned at me, for a moment I thought he was going to come over, but a couple girls from the art club, Yasmin and Ally, approached him and Kenny and his attention was diverted.

"Where do you want to go?" Sarah asked as we headed out of the museum after we had done our walk through with the group and into town. I could see a few of our peers disappearing down the streets. I shrugged and ran a hand through my hair. We had gone to the bathroom to freshen up before going out to eat because... well we didn't want to look like the hobos we did after spending 2 hours on a bus at 5 in the morning.

"I don't know, want to grab a coffee and wander around? I was hoping to find a book store or something." I said and Sarah smiled.

"Sounds like a plan. Although make sure you don't spend all your money, we still have a trip to the souvenir shop after this." I laughed.

"Oh yeah, can't forget that." I replied.

The streets were more crowded than I thought they would be, but the shops looked really nice. We actually found many options for lunch, there were cafes and coffee houses and a Starbucks. There were also a few sandwich shops. I also spotted a bookstore. The best part it wasn't a chain! I couldn't keep the smile off my face as Sarah and I entered a retro looking diner. We had decided against coffee and on milkshakes instead.

"You really don't want to know how much thought I put into what I wore today. I'm so glad that we wear uniforms." Sarah said and I nodded

"Same. Can you imagine if we had to do it five days a week?" Sarah laughed.

"I can see you rushing round your room and tossing all articles of clothing into an endless pile on the floor. You might end up with a messy room for the first time in your whole life." She said with a teasing smile as we took a step forward on line to order.

"Ha. Ha. Well I bet you would be calling me in a panic every morning asking what Dillon would think about your sweater vest."

"Sweater vest! I don't wear sweater vests!" she defended. I looked at her of the corner of my eye and raised an eyebrow. She blushed furiously.

"I don't wear sweater vests often." She clarified and we both giggled.

Then I stepped forward and I ordered a chocolate shake.

Sarah ordered a strawberry one.

We asked for whip cream too.

Now voices are a funny thing.

You know people by their voice. You can recognize your best friend over the phone, or an actor when they play the voice of a cartoon character.

You know the voice of someone famous.

If your favorite celebrity came up behind you and asked you for directions I can almost guarantee you would know it was them before setting eyes on their face.

Well when I heard this:

"Jenny?"

My breathing stopped. Sarah turned around and then said:

"Holy shit."

My heart stopped.

And then when I finally rotated on my heel and came face to face with a pair of green eyes I had only ever seen through a screen...

All oxygen in my body spontaneously combusted.

And I of course, being the graceful, elegant girl I am, chocked on air.

I'm not kidding, I burst into a coughing fit in which Sarah had to thump me on the back a few times to get me breathing again. All the while the boy- or rather boys- in front of me were grinning like mad men. I placed my palm against my chest and sucked in another breath.

"H-hi." I said brushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

"I'm Cory." The tanned, blonde boy said as he stepped forward and extended his hand to me. My eyes widened and I stared at it for a moment, before Sarah elbowed me in the side and I shook it.

"Nice to meet y-you. I'm-"

"Jenny Stewart. We know." He said smirking and sending Issac a knowing smirk. Issac was smiling, his eyes on me sparkling with excitement. I almost started choking again at the site of his dark hair and dimple. Luckily I held it together.

"Y-you're- er oh ah... I'm." I cleared my throat "I-Issac Rush?" Wow. I was smooth. If it was even possible, Issac's smile widened.

"Ah- yeah! That's me, Issac." His friend Cory slapped him on the back. I actually thought I recognized him from a few of Issac's videos. He was his best friend.

"Whoa, can you believe this? Mystery Girl has been right under our noses the whole time! If that's not luck I don't know what is, am I right?"

"Um..." I said raising my eyes brows.

"Have you guys ordered yet?" Issac asked just as: "Chocolate milkshake with whip cream for Monty!" was shouted out into the store. I turned to head towards it, but Sarah grabbed my wrist.

"Nope!" she said popping the 'p'.

Oh dear.

Issac thought my name was Jenny. I couldn't pick up an order under the name of Monty.

Or you could just tell him the truth right now. My conscience thought.

"Yeah, no we were just about to." I said.

"Same here!" Cory said flinging his arms wide. "How 'bout me and... Jenny's friend go find a booth while you two order?" Cory stepped forward and threw his arm around Sarah, steering her away from us before anyone could object. He looked over his shoulder at the last moment and sent a wink to Issac. My mouth was hung open.

I was stood 2 feet from Issac Rush. My throat was closing up. My face was probably a tomato.

"Hey," Issac took a step towards me and I shook my head forcing a smile. And then suddenly it took over my face and I lost control of it because Issac Rush was stood in front of me!

"Hey!"

He chuckled and headed up to order. I followed him to order. Again.

"I wanted to thank you for that profile pic. I wasn't sure if you would actually put one up or not." He said running a hand through his hair. Man that was so much more attractive in person. I almost sighed. No scrap that. I did sigh. Issac chuckled again.

"You're welcome."

"There was a moment where I was worried you wouldn't even be a girl, so you can imagine my relief when I saw..." he trailed off and looked over me. His eyes scanning my face "you." He whispered and I blushed. He cleared his throat and turned away before continuing. "I cashed in my first 'anything' rather quickly, but I'll be sure to think about my next one a little longer." I blushed. Again.

"What makes you think you get more than one?" I asked twisting my hands together and looking up at him from under my lashes. My heart melted when his emerald eyes met mine.

"Well it took me a while to get that confetti off my face and out of my hair so I think I deserve it." He winked and stepped up to the counter.

I screamed internally.

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A/N- Hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Finally Issac Rush is in the picture for real! I can't wait for everyone to get to know him a bit better :)))