Forbidden Love

Chapter 7: No balls?

Aiden's POV:

I made up my mind. I've rehearsed this a thousand times. I know exactly what to say and I should not be so nervous. Shit, my heart was pounding so hard. My hands were sweaty and almost shaking as I stood there, my head racing with multiple outcomes to this. I rehearsed this! I forgot everything I've been saying to myself in the past three days! 

It's had to focus when Isabella was staring at me like that. It was like her eyes were blades and carving me apart, unraveling all my thoughts, secrets and baring my soul before her very eyes. My tattered, dark, ripped apart soul. And then Isabella stared at my soul, frowned, and said "Nah." And stuffed it back inside me.

Shitshitshitshit I forgot was I was going to say "Dude, what? Is this a staring contest?" She said, getting impatient.

Oh, right. Ah. I remember.

"I need your help on something. Confessing." I blurted out, inwardly smacking myself over and over again.

"Oh?" She was taken aback by this, I could tell. I was about to open my mouth before she shushed me. "I know. Matteo. I'm not blind. I'm just surprised you finally got the balls to confess to him."

"Huh- What? H-hey!" I stammered, blushing furiously. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Hm..."

A moment of silence stretched out for around a millennia until she opened her mouth again.

"Nah."

"What? No-?"

"Not until you tell me the tea. What pushed you to do that? I thought you would just forever stand in that corner and watch him sleep until you die," she said.

"Oh. Right. Esmee. I promise I'll tell you everything later, just please help me. You're the only one he trusts enough to follow blindly." I pleaded, ready to drop down on my knees and buy her all the turtle chips she wants.

"Fine, but on one condition," she sighed, eventually giving in.

"Oh my god thank you so much I owe you my firstborn child. What is it?"

"Buy me sweet corn turtle chips. Like the big packs from Costco. The entire box."