Amore Proibito

Chapter Ten.

Iridiana's POV

And it begins. I stare at Isaiah's message one last time before replying to him. I swear I feel like I take longer staring at his messages than I take to reply to them.

"Today. I promise." His message says.

He's talking about our date. Going on our date. It is now Wednesday and we still have yet to go out.

It's been about four days since Vitali's party. Four days since we last saw each other, since we Kissed. Four days since we took our friendship to the next level. Four days that his father has made him miss school to do business work with him. Four days of me missing him a lot more than I expected too. Four very long days of paranoia trying to settle in.

Isaiah missing so much school triggers my overthinking, constantly making me anxious. It's not common for Zio Isaac to drag his son around with him. It honestly makes me feel like his dad somehow found out about what happened over the weekend and is purposely keeping Isaiah with him, away from me, but that's definitely just the anxiety kicking in. The fear of our parents finding out. Talk about bad timing and coincidences.

I don't doubt in my mind that his mom and my mom will be very supportive of us actually being together because they've joked about it in the past, but my fathers always quick to shut it down. I don't doubt that even Isaiah's father would be okay with it, it's my dad who would have an issue, who would lose his shit and I'm not ready for our worlds to fall apart.

I'm not ready for my dad to hate him. For Isaiah's dad and my dad to be at each other's throat because I know they'll both put us first before their friendship, partnership, my dads made it very evident.

I inhale a deep breath and sigh quietly thinking back to Friday night.

I definitely don't regret it, I'm actually pretty proud of myself for finally giving in and making the first move, even if it was all wired to the alcohol in my system.

Isaiah made sure to make me feel 100% comfortable the entire night, and even more after our idiot friends let us out of the bathroom.

Isaiah didn't once back down or coward away from the PDA once we were out in the open, he made sure to hang onto my hand as we walked back over to the area we were hanging in, never once tearing his gaze away from me.

The Twins even started making fun of him with how much he kept looking at me, teasing him that I was going to run away, he finally had me, he could release my hand.

It wasn't until I comforted him that I was perfectly fine with this, with us. I in no way felt uncomfortable or out of place, like I over thought it so much before. Kissing Isaiah felt natural, it didn't feel weird, it didn't feel awkward, it felt right, like we belonged to each other.

"Ms. Ricci." I look up at Mr. Teodulo in front of the class. He's standing near the white board. "Please stay after class, I need to speak with you."

A handful of "Ooo's" breakout from my classmates.

"Settle down." Mr. Teodulo warns.

I look over to my right to find Irvin shooting daggered glares in his direction and I'm placing my hand on his arm. "It's okay, Irv, stop." I whisper.

"The fuck does he wanna talk to you about?" His voice is just as soft as mine.

I shrug my shoulders, "you know I'll tell you guys everything."

"I'm not leaving you alone with him," Irvin murmurs, dragging his attention back to the notebook in front of him.

"Irv-"