Truth Or Dare? ✓

24. I'm looking for Isabel

Nico's pov

I hear my phone and I look up from the sink full with dishes, and dry off my hands. I work for the library and the cafeteria tonight, but it's a calm evening.

It's Isabel. And she's lying.

I have nothing against her skipping today, I actually think she works too much here, but I just wish she wouldn't lie to me. We've spent almost a half a year being side by side every day, she should by now at least know better than to lie to me.

Her eyes are still to this day the saddest eyes I've ever seen. It pains me every day deep down to realise that my presence can't help her. I wish she would let herself be free of all the past troubles.

Most importantly I wish she would start looking at what's right in front of her and not at what once was. Or should I say who.

I walk out in the library and do my daily walk through the aisles, checking if something's messed up or out of order.

I call her.

"Oh, Isabel, come on, pick up!" I kick one of the bookshelves, getting a little annoyed and worried at the same time, while trying to figure out what's so wrong with today that she had to lie to me and stay at home.

"Isabel?" I hear a voice behind my back.

My phone almost falls out of my hands. I let out a sigh while I'm turning around to see who had just scare me.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" I look at the man standing in front of me. He has a hoodie on, so I can't tell the length of his hair, but from the way they're sticking out playfully, I can tell he doesn't style them.

He stares at me blankly and keeps blinking as if he would be seeing a ghost right now.

I get even more annoyed now because of him and even more worried about her. This guy is wasting my time.

"If I'm no help tonight for you, if you excuse me!" I let out, maybe being a little too rude for my liking, but this guy creeps me out.

As I walk past him, I see anatomy books in his hands. He's wearing all black and oversized. He's tall. Like scary tall. He has a face so perfectly structured that it seems like his cheekbones would hurt his skin. And his cologne smells cold.

He totally creeps me out.

"Did you just say Isabel?" he's calling out again, so I turn around. This time more interested. Is this a sick joke? A prank? Are his friends filming?

"I believe so." I squeeze my eyes together, trying to read this guy. I'm excellent at seeing through people. However with him, I see nothing. It's like he's empty. No story to share anymore.

"Could you try calling her again for me?" his eyes show some kind of emotion for the first time, but it fades so fast I can't tell exactly what that was.

"No offense, but you freak me out." I say, while pointing my finger at him.

He lets out a chuckle and tilts his head back a little bit then blows some hair out of his face. If I would look very hard, I'm pretty sure I could see him smile a little bit right now.

"I get that a lot." He says and smiles at me. This time it's a real smile.

I can't help but think how many girls go crazy about him. And for the books in his hands, he's studying medicine. Hot.

Am I jealous? I let out a sigh again, not wanting to believe that I actually am jealous over some guy. But it's hard to not be intimidated by him.

"Do you know Isabel?"

"I know my Isabel." He says, looking at me with his serious face again.

Something in my chest starts to hurt very sharply.

"I'm sure you don't know my Isabel." I laugh out, trying to make him understand that I can stand for my ground too.

"I really hope my girl is not your Isabel, buddy. For your own good." He says, clapping with his hand on my shoulder.

"Can you do something for me?" He leans closer, so that I can feel the flavor of the gum he's chewing. His hand is gripping tighter on my shoulder. He looks at me like he would know way more than I do. I wonder what does that mean.

"When you see this Isabel again, don't forget to mention that there was someone looking for her."

Who the fuck does he think he is?

I'm not going to lie, his hand on my shoulder starts to hurt, so I push it off of me, making him stare at me.

"I don't even fucking know your name." I spit out, causing him to smile at me. I want to punch this guy in the face.

"She would know immediately." He says, walking backwards and giving me a wink with his left eye.

"Oh, and one more thing!" He suddenly stops and I groan. I see him reaching out for the books on the shelf, then loudly throwing them on the ground.

"Shit, I'm sorry.." he says quietly and looks at my name tag, "Nicholas, but I believe it's your job to clean my mess."

"Don't be a dick to your customer. The fuck, dude?" he scoffs and finally walks away, not looking back even once.

Even if he knew Isabel, it's for her own well being that he doesn't anymore.

The next day I forget to tell Isabel about the guy.

And the day after that, I forget myself.