Natalie was always prepared for everything.
She managed a 3.8 gpa in school, tutored students on her time, and attended her dance class at night.
And still manage to hangout with her friends.
Some say genius.
But nothing never prepared her for tu...
She did the same and I let her cry on me. I don't know what happened to her, but I hope I can fix whatever the problem was.
"Whenever your ready. I'm here." I said and I meant it. I'm always here for her no matter what.
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Natalie's POV
I woke up to a headache to was trying to come on me. I stretched out my arms and was amazed at how comfortable I was laying in my bed.
Ughhh why did I sleep with my bra?
Then it hit me when I realized my bed is not this comfortable. I sat up fast making me wince at the headache that occurred.
I need a Advil. I looked around the room to see dark grey and black. Just by that I know exactly where I am.
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Isaiah's room^^
I look down to see what I was wearing because it certainly didn't feel like no black jeans or my burgundy shirt.
I looked down to see that I was wearing a black graffiti shirt, fluffy socks, and i had my underwear still on. Thank God. I won't lie I was comfortable. But I will not tell Isaiah that.
His shirt smells just like him.
Speaking of him.
Where is he?
I heard the bathroom door open to the side and I quickly laid back in the bed.
"No need to hide baby girl. I saw you and I won't bite." He said with a wink and a smile creased on his face. He came out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him.
I looked him up and down and saw he had a six pack and boy did he look like a snack.
Damnnn Zaddyyy
"I know I'm sexy but your making me uncomfortable staring at me like some damn fried chicken." He said as I rolled my eyes. "What I say about them eyes?"
"You said to roll them when you see a bug creeping you out."
"The hell I did." He said as he stood by his dresser.
"I'm sorry but can you please put on some clothes."
"Last time I check this was my damn room."
He said as I threw a pillow at him and he laughed.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Somewhere."
"Cmon Isaiah tell me." I groaned irritated. "I'm trying to take a shower."
"Downstairs in the laundry room." He said as he went his closet.
"Like I know where that is?" I said and he just rolled his eyes irritated. So it's okay if he does it but not me.
