Amore Proibito

Chapter Four.

Iridiana's POV

"That door stays open the entire night, Isaiah. You hear me?!" Uncle Isaac grumbles as we settle into their home.

Isaiah and I both stop on the stairway, he's standing in front of me. He turns back to look at his father, a bored look on his face. "Yes sir."

Isaac shifts his attention from his son to me for about a second or so before he disappears down the hall, most likely heading towards his office.

Saiah grabs my duffle bag from my hand, "come on." He begins to make his way up to their second floor, I follow behind him.

We stopped by my house on the way to their house so I could grab a pair of clothes to sleep in and an outfit for school tomorrow. I definitely didn't want to get up early and go home to get ready and have Isaiah waiting on me.

"I'll shower out in the hall so you can have the bedroom to yourself while you hop in," he says, dropping my duffel on his overly large bed.

My parents have money. All of our friends come from money. We live very luxurious lifestyles, but Isaiah is definitely top tier. His family is money.

He's the only one out of the group that has his own bathroom in his bedroom, in both his parents and grandparents house. He's anything but spoiled though. He stays pretty humble, which I absolutely love about him.

"I take longer to shower," I say walking over to the bed. I grab my bag. "I'll shower in the hall, you keep your bedroom."

Isaiah quickly snatches my bag out of my hand, "I'm showering in the hall." He begins to walk towards his bathroom.

"Isaiah," I groaned, following after him.

He turns on the light, placing my bag on the counter. He walks over to me and is placing his hands on the side of my arms, pushing me into his bathroom. "Shower. Unlock the bedroom door when you're done and I'll come back in."

I roll my eyes playfully and nod my head, "I'll make it quick, I promise."

He snorts, "quick is not in your vocabulary, Iri."

I smile, grabbing a hand towel from his counter and chuck it at him but it hits the door as he's shutting it, laughing on the other side.

Making myself at home I connect my phone to the speaker that's sitting in the corner of the bathroom vanity and put on my shower playlist, putting unfold by Alina Baraz, Galimatias on repeat. My whole shower playlist practically consists of nothing but Alina Baraz's music.

I don't take too long in the shower. I'm out within fifteen minutes. I don't bother washing my hair, not wanting to take any longer and keep Isaiah locked out of his room, and then have to style it in the morning, I didn't bring my flat iron with me so it'll stay a frizzy mess.

Isaiah's walking up the stairs by the time I unlock his door and peek my head out looking for him. He's completely shirtless and has two water bottles in his hand and a bag of Doritos and a packet of Oreos in his other one.

He smiles holding up the snacks, "ready to get baked?"

I smile immediately looking towards his parents bedroom to find the door closed.

"Relax, Iri, they're downstairs," he smirks, walking over to me.

I don't necessarily care to smoke, I like it, I enjoy it, it's just not my everyday thing like with the guys. I always did it just to give Isaiah company, so he wouldn't be the only high one alone because God forbid he smoke by himself.

I step out of his way and let him walk into his room, walking past me.

"Shut the door," he says behind him.