Aliyah’s pov
The only thing I wanted to do after finally spending hours and hours of unpacking into the new house was find a frozen yogurt shop so I could get my favorite dessert: Strawberry froyo, drizzled with chocolate fudge and topped with two cherries.
But of course with my luck, my froyo run ended up with some orange froyo all over my new favorite shirt. And to make it better, the one and only Isaiah Hooper just happened to spill it all over.
Note the sarcasm.
So that’s how I ended up halfway though the doors of the shop with Isaiah pulling back on my wrist to get my attention and to tell me not to leave.
“What do you want?” I snapped at him. He gave me a look that seemed like it held a little pain and shock. I mean, what did he expect when he just spilt his sticky dessert on me?
“Look I’m really sorry about spilling that on you-“ causing an eye roll from me as I started to walk back out the door, “hey please don’t leave just yet, let me make it up to you, I can give you a ride home.” He said confidently
“No thanks,” I mumbled, “I’d rather walk.” I said walking out to the parking lot. And you know my luck, of course just like in any other movie, it started to rain. And not just the slight drizzle-nope it was pouring.
I sighed, knowing my sister would probably kick me out of the house if I came in soaked. “Okay, what about that ride?” I said, knowing that Isaiah was standing by the door watching me.
He quickly ran over to an overly expensive car and opened the door for me. I quietly got in and started sulking to myself because I had to get in his car.
“Why aren’t you freaking out? Most girls would kill to be in your position right now.”
“I’m not a fan. Trust me, I hear enough about you on a daily bases. I wouldn’t want to be stuck in a car with you.” I said grimily as I told him what road I live on.
“Aha! So you are a fan!” he said like he’d won the lottery.
“Actually no. My sister is a fan. Me, I’m not.” I said smugly.
“Oh well why don’t you like me?” He mumbled.
“Look can we just not talk about this?” I said looking him in the eyes, and my expression must’ve been enough to make him drop the subject.
“Do you play?” He asked me.
“Um, excuse me?” I asked, having no clue what he was talking about.
“Do you play guitar?”
I looked at him like he was crazy, “How do you know that?”
“Your necklace”
I glanced down at my necklace that had a guitar charm on it and successfully kept my tears hidden in my eyes. “No, I don’t play, not anymore.”
“Oh I’m really sorry to hear th-“
“We’re here” I announced when we got to my house, at the perfect timing so we didn’t need to go into this conversation.
“Oh yeah,” Isaiah mumbled, “Well maybe I’ll see you around somewhere?” He asked.
I grunted and walked inside, my tears starting to fall down my cheeks. I ran upstairs in the new house to get my guitar and I started to strum a beat, while I heard his car pull away.
this chapter is dedicated to @BeautifuL17KhaoS becuse she made me the beautiful cover i have now! Everyone go take a look at her stories.
