in which the new girl from New York befriends the friendly cheerleader who happens to be hopelessly In love with one of the boys that she is shacked up with.
my life with the Walter boys
season one
issac garcia x fem!oc
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HAVE YOU ever been in a situation where everything in your body is screaming at you that it isn't right, that it makes zero sense but your heart is telling you to go along with it?
As the teenagers kept themselves afloat in the pool, both stared off at each other, smiling like fools as water dripped down their faces from wet hair.
The silence that was once suffocating seemed at ease in the air between the two, both too scared to utter a word - afraid they'd ruin the good thing going between them. The first good thing in a while.
"Come on, Rosie." Issac whispers, swimming towards her.
She freezes a little, her treading stopping quickly. The closer he got, the more anxious that she felt.
He smirked before diving under the water, a hand wrapping around her ankle making her eyes widen in fear as she's ripped below the surface, hesitantly opening her eyes to look at Issac who quickly swims up.
Rosita followed, inhaling the moment her head breaks past the surface, turning her once happy gaze into a glare as she met his eyes.
He did have innocent intentions, but he couldn't help himself.
Issac got a bit closer, his face nearing hers as her eyes widened in a panic, the question that had been swirling around her head are we friends? Is that what we are now?
"You aren't moving." He whispers.
Rosita opened her mouth to speak but for the first time maybe ever, she's speechless.
"Don't worry, Rosie. I don't wanna kiss you anyway." He says maliciously with a smirk.
Anger pulsed through her veins quickly making her feel hot, her fists clenched and trembled for a moment before exhaling heavily and grabbing the top of his head shoving him beneath the surface.
"I hate you." She spits before pulling herself out of the pool, water dripping onto the deck dampening the wood that it was made out of.
Rosita gathered the fabric of her shirt and squeezed water out of it - as much as she could get.
He resurfaced and pushed his hair out of his eyes, "what the hell was that for?" He yelled, blinking water out of his eyes to get a good look at her.
"You're a dick, Issac." Rosita speaks quickly. "I can't believe I actually thought about being your friend, you're ridiculous!"
"It was a joke!" He bellows.
"I didn't think it was funny." She replied, storming down the stairs heading straight for the back door where Katherine Walter waits a fluffy towel resting in her hand.
