𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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We've been waiting outside for ten minutes already: I contemplate knocking on the door again to see if they forgot about the six people waiting outside.
"If they don't come out in three minutes, I'm knocking the door down." Celina seems to have the same thought process of me, except hers is a bit more--violent.
Joey sticks his hands up, cutting in-front of a stomping, pissed off Celina. With a nervous smile plastered on his mouth. "Um, Please don't?" Concern glimmers in his eyes. "I'll just knock." He turns to the door, muttering things under his breath.
Right before he can actually knock the door finally opens, revealing two girls roughly the same height. Tiana Narrows her gaze onto Joey instinctively, While Isadora just looks riddled with confusion. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy would.
"Move." Tiana demands, signaling him off with her hand. Joey obliges almost immediately adjusting himself to her side. Like a handmaid would their princess or something--I almost laugh at just how much control she has over him.
Isadora snorts, also walking beside Tiana. My eyes betray my mind in every single way possible, and rake their way down her body and then up, so--so very slowly too. Light blue baggy jeans, loosely wrapped around her waist and legs. A pastel brown shirt far too big for her.
And her hair--God her fucking hair. Light brown chocolate hair in loose waves cascading down her back, With an undertone of red when the sunlight hits it. And the sunlight hits her in all the right places, accenting the golden undertone to her olive tanned skin. Highlighting those freckles dotting her nose that I just recently noticed, and rosy cheeks.
She's driving me fucking nuts. I'm not one to usually pay close detail to someone's features in an act of attraction in anyway, But her? I have no idea why my body's reacting the way it is, but it's driving me to the point of actual insanity.
Maybe it's the amount of time I'm spending with her, The amount time I spend listening to her talk about silly things that mean so much to her. Fuck. I need to reject this, I need to reject whatever My moron of a body is doing.
She is sweet. Too fucking sweet for me.
"Where are we going?" She finally pops the question, saving me from the overbearing thoughts of my hormonal body. "Out." I answer flatly, ignoring the swirl of condiments in my stomach from just looking at her.
"But where out?" She frowns, annoyance lacing that sweet, sweet voice of hers. "You ask so many questions." Celina sneers, crossing her arms in annoyance.
Isadora's soft gaze sharpens in the rasp of a millisecond, locked on Celina. "Sorry, If I hate being left in the dark about every little thing. Especially when it comes to you." Her tone no longer soft.
Celina cocks a brow, amused by the fire steaming out of Isadora's ears. Before Celina has the chance to snap back Kai intercepts, smacking a hand on Isadora's shoulder. "We should start going before dark, Yes?"
