The thing that irritated Cole was that Ivy wasn’t afraid to speak out. She didn’t fear to say her point of view even if there was nobody to support her. Cole didn’t act like that. He doubted that anyone would be interested and, therefore, kept his opinion to himself. Deep down inside Cole knew he liked independent people like Jacob and Ivy. Maybe he envied them. Cole felt ashamed, but it revealed his weakness. So, he could work on it.
Now Cole was curious about that girl. Poor boy spent three hours trying to find her page on social networks. He tried all possible nicknames he could come up with. He failed. Then he asked all his friends (all three of them). Dylan, his classmate, was subscribed to her account. “But there’s nothing interesting,” he said.
“Ok, let’s see.” Cole opened Ivy’s page. There were only 6 posts. The first one was made more than two years ago. It showed Ivy’s photo where she was standing near the sea and looking at the sunset. She was wearing a nice dress. Cole almost felt the warmth of that day. Summer breeze was waving Ivy’s hair and touching something deep inside Cole’s heart.
In the second post Ivy shared a list of her favourite books. “That’s intriguing,” Cole thought. He found “The Count of Monte Cristo” by Alexandre Dumas and “Vol de nuit” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in the list.
“Ahh, French again,” Cole sighed. “Ok, maybe I should start learning it, or, at least, read some French books.” The third one was “The Lost World” by Arthur Conan Doyle. “Oh, this one is really worthy. I love it!” Cole was into reading science fiction stories.
The next post presented a short video where Ivy was trying to play the guitar. The location was tagged – Lake Michigan. It was a kind of a camping with a few tents and a campfire. Ivy pretended to be a rockstar that was hilarious and cute. She was laughing and singing. She looked free and careless – very attractive…
“Dinner's ready!” Cole heard his mom’s voice. “Ok, I’m going to see the rest later,” Cole switched the phone off.
“How are you, son?” Cole’s mother asked when he appeared in the dining room.
“Everything’s alright. How’s your work?” His mother owned a flower shop.
“Ahh, plenty of work! I think I’ll need your help tomorrow. Are you free after school?”
“Sure.”