She tears the corner the rest of the way off and scrawls Are you okay? on its flipside.  Slides it over.

It takes a couple of glances in his direction before he very deliberately lays his palms flat on the black-topped desk and produces a near-imperceptible headshake.

And then he collects his pile of textbook and notebook and pencil case, never unstacked, and powerwalks out of the classroom.

Okay.  Well, she hopes he turns out alright.  There's still 37 minutes left in the class; the teacher wants to know if Izzy (or, 'Isabella') knows anything about her lab partner's - Eugene, apparently his name is Eugene - rapid departure.  She doesn't, Mr. Banner, except that he looked sick or something, and also it's just Izzy?

For the rest of class she tries harder to take actual notes and only doodles by filling in the counters of her handwriting.  . . . And doing a simple repeating scale pattern down the left margin, when there isn't anything to write that she doesn't already know.

And then it's time for gym!  They're doing volleyball.  Izzy is not obligated to participate on her first day.

That's probably for the best given that some very distracting things just happened to her.  She didn't bring her notebook to gym so she can't draw; after five minutes of just sitting on the bleachers she asks her way into the equipment room and starts practicing juggling.

Bean bags are fine, basketballs are not fine, ouch, she lands one on her face and sends another bouncing across the room and has to run into the middle of a volleyball game to retrieve it (carefully, foot goes there there there there, always under her in the right spot, she doesn't need to trip right now) - ooh bowling pins.  Bowling pins are definitely a normal object for people to juggle, but not one she has personal experience with.  By the end of class she can get a stable pattern going, although probably not one she could keep up indefinitely.

After class one of the friendly boys (definitely either Mark or Eric) compliments her on her juggling and teases her in only a friendly-seeming way about the basketballs she sent flying.  He sort of kind of by implication asks her to teach him, which is pretty exciting!!  She's too flustered to remember to try and make specific plans but eeee someone wanting to hang out with her outside of school!  And thinking juggling is cool and acknowledging her skill in it instead of thinking she's weird and annoying!  And being a boy!  And this would be such a weird way to do the prank of having somebody pretend to ask her out so everyone can laugh at her (and everyone's been so friendly so far, seemingly genuinely) so it's probably not that but regardless she should keep it cool.

She collects her stuff and heads out to the StepSide.

The Volvo's gone from the parking lot.