PLEASE (Yan Vostrikov/ Isaac Lahey Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"You're so perfect". I whispered while staring at Isaac. He was about to turn around so I put my head down quiccly and started scribbling. I could feel him stare at me for a couple of seconds and then turn bacc around. I looked up and I could see my cousin Scott and his bff Stiles stare at me. "Boo!" I said while giving them my wonderful bitch face. I resumed to staring at the bacc of Isaac's head and adding another drawing of his head, the bacc ground, and shading to my art book. The bell was going to ring so I labled the date, time, and my signature. I have a lot of drawings of him.

I walked to my next hour. I was very comfortable today. I wore a white crew necc, white/blacc addidas joggers, my blacc white Huf socc's, and white blacc stripped addidas running shoes. My hair was up in a shitty bun, I had white pearls in my ears, and I wore blacc tiny glasses. I'm only a sophmore. But, Isaac and Scott are Junior's. I still feel super young though... like I'm a baby and you're an Adult kinda young. I sat in English reading my poem that I had did for homework. Boy was that Drake music was making my feel some type of way.

Ivory deep, ocean blue. Golden hairs, potion true. I just wanna fucc you.

HOLY SHIT DID I WRITE THAT ?!?! Damn, I forgot I write really weird sexually shit when I'm high. I ate some special rice krispies. I saw my teacher coming close to me and I crumpled up the paper and stuffed it in my bra. "Kiko, give me your homework." said Mr. Cuso (Coo-so). I shook my head. He asked me again. And I shook my head again. He went bacc to his desk, scribbled a pink paper, put on my desk and told me to go to the office. I sighed and walked out to the hallway. All I had was my white binder and my journal size, but textbook thicc Sketch book. And most of my art and school pencils and pens. I kept walking and of course I wasn't paying attention and I bumped into a giant.

All my shit went everywhere. Well mostly my sketches and doodles. "Damn". I said while getting on one knee and piccing up my art. "So sorry Kiko". said the most heavenly voice ever. Omigawd Isaac. I looked up and saw him picc up but, stare at each of them. I gathered the last of them and neatly stacced them... but my SKETCH BOOK. He had it. And he was looking at every image from my freshmen year until now. EVEN THE ONE WITH HIM BEING SHIRTLESS (long story short I walked into the gym loccer room while the boys were still changing. Plus he wears fitted shirts). "Hey! Give me that." I said while jumping. He turned and kept flipping each page. Then he ran off, I ran after him to the next hall way, and as I was going to turn I saw a classroom door close. I peeked through the window and it was all Juniors. And then I see him in the bacc. Feeding into every peice of art. I went bacc to get my shit together and heard the lunch bell ring. I walked to my loccer and got my longboard.

(I was skipping school for the day)

I pulled up to the scene with my ceiling missing. I walked inside the house and went straight upstairs. I have my own place, but I get lonely and stay at Scott's. I turned on my speaker and started playing "All Day" by: Kanye and Theophilus. I am not feeling this. He's going to see my art, how I feel, and... oh fucc. HE'S GOING TO SEE MY LETTERS TO HIM. Yes I wrote letters to him. But they were never to be sent to him. My life is over. Blunt time. I pulled out a swisher and took out the shit inside, and then started to make a fat ass blunt. I rolled it up and dabbed syrup on the crease that kept it closed. This makes it burn slower. I lit it up, and inhaled. I feel way better. I wasn't going to finish the whole thing, I was gonna save it. I hit the blunt once more. And put it inside my cherry wood box and put it under my bed with my other secret shit.

I got Lysol and started spraying everywhere. I then got some PineSol, sprayed the wooden floors and all around the house, and then sprayed my perfume. My shit don't stink or smell to strong, so the house smelled aight. I wasn't too damn high. But, aye I was floating. I made some cookies, and it made the house smell 20 times better. I pulled those hotties out and put them in the freezer for 15 minutes. I went in the living room and turned on the tv. I checced my phone, and my snapchat. I looked at all of the stories. But, this one story I seen is some bitch recording me getting kicced out the class with the caption "Dis bitch stupid". She luccy I'm high right now. Cause if I wasn't I'd go and fucc her ass up. Her name's Molly Fenton. She's always been on my dicc daily. Hating and everything. She ain't a nobody though. Her daddy works for a good company, and her mom runs a cooking blog. And did I metion her 2nd cousin is Madison Beer? Idgaf tho.

I went to the freezer, got my cookies and Ice cream out and started putting a scoop of vanilla ice cream between each two cookies, making a SANDWHICH. I made all of them and left them in the freezer for another 10 minutes. I went upstairs and grabbed a blanket and a pillow and chilled while watching dance moms. These bitches are CRAZY... like me. I heard a car pulling in and I zoomed upstairs. I heard voices. My heart was racing, Isaac please don't be here. "KIKO ISAAC'S NOT HERE SO LIKE... COME DOWN STAIRS ?" OH, its just Scott. I giggled and went downstairs and turned into the kitchen and pulled out the ice cream sandwhiches. I put them on the counter. I grabbed a little plate and put 5 out of the 15 cookies. Night Scott, I kissed him on the cheek and gave Stiles a hug, They're my brothers. So its routine. I went upstairs and opened my door and saw Isaac on my bed.