My Saviour Lahey, Isaac Lahey *ON HOLD*

Eight

“Sky your room is the one the one on the left hand side at the end of the hall, if you smell aftershave and hormonal teenage boys that’s Isaac’s room. Your room is opposite his.” Derek said,

“I can still hear you, you know. Very, very clearly!” Isaac said angrily 

“And you know that I still don’t care!” Derek replied sassily. I walked up the spiral staircase and eventually found my room and placed all of my bags at the base of my wardrobe. I opened the two crisp white doors that lead to my walk in wardrobe, after I had finished hanging everything up and putting things away I decided to get changed out of the v-neck and sweatpants. I changed into a black mini skirt and white tank top and my new combat boots. Once I had changed and folded the v-neck and sweatpants up on my bed I walked back downstairs. I looked up from the floor and saw both Derek and Isaac’s mouths hanging open. I winked at Isaac and walked over and sat down beside him on the couch.

“What don’t you like what I am wearing?” I asked trying to act innocent,

“No, no, not at all! You just look different…I mean a good different, I like those clothes on you, you look um…nice yeah nice!” Isaac said stuttering as his heartbeat quickly rose as he rambled on.