"Isabelle,-" I gasped out as she moved on top of me, pressing her body painfully against mine in a way that made my body feel like it was on fire. I tugged on her hair gently, trying to get her attention, but it only resulted in her growling in my ear as she started to unbutton my flannel. "Isabelle,- C-Cameron is sleeping in the living room...She might wake up." I mumbled, moaning softly as she started to kiss the tops of my breasts. Why was she all of a sudden trying to have sex with me again?
"I don't give a shit." She muttered before carefully flicking her tongue on my skin. My mind was clouded with thoughts of lust and desire for Isabelle, however, in the back of my mind I couldn't help but feel bad for Cameron. Was this because I liked Cameron too? Or was I just afraid of hurting her? Or both?
"B-But...Isabelle!" I hissed out before trying to shove her off of me. She hesitated and groaned before rolling over to her side to stare at me with those intense blue eyes.
"Fine. But once I get you alone, I need to have you. Every fucking inch of you." She smirked before she started helping me button my flannel again. I was blushing and breathing really hard, trying to get it under control before I'd have to go back to Cameron. I couldn't wait to be alone with Isabelle, but I wanted to hang myself for being so...guilty. What did Cameron do to deserve me cheating on her? Was I even cheating on her? She did just randomly pull me into a relationship, my first relationship actually. And what was Isabelle going to do about Alex?
"Okay...But, Isabelle- What's going to happen now?" I looked shyly up at her, starting to pick at my fingers out of nervousness.
"What do you mean?" She arched up a perfect eyebrow. "I thought you were going to go take a nap with Cameron." She stood up and smoothed out her clothing to make herself presentable.
"Like...With us? Are we going to be... you know, together?" I bit my lower lip.
She sighed as if I was stupid, "First of all, stop biting your god damn lip, it's adorable and sexy at the same time. It makes you look fuckable." She moved over to her desk to grab a brush so she could brush out her almost-sex hair that was the result of me pulling on it. "Secondly, Sam, you're 18. I'm 23. I know I just confessed to you earlier, but to be honest, I'm still confused. You're still a kid, so, unfortunately, I have feelings for someone five years younger than me then. So, how about we just keep this a secret from Cameron and Alex?"
My heart plummeted and my jaw almost dropped. I couldn't believe what she was saying, actually, I could believe what she was saying. Her earlier speech about her confessing to me wasn't believable, but this, whatever she was saying now, was completely and horribly believable. This was the real Isabelle Chase. She was cold and beautiful at the same time.
However, was I going to accept her offer? Could I make her notice me as more of a mature woman rather than some kid? Did this mean that I would just be an offhand sex toy, or was her heart with me, it's just the thought of liking a kid is outrageous to her? And, what if Cameron found out? Or, if anyone found out for that matter, as I'm pretty sure Alexis probably told the whole school that Cameron and I were a couple now. And what about Alex? She definitely didn't deserve being cheated on again, so what if she found out? Wouldn't that just be a waste of her whole two years with Alex?
"I-...I don't know, Isabelle..." I murmured, looking down so I wouldn't have to make eye contact with her.
"You don't have to, how about I give you two weeks? If my unknown feelings don't waver by then, and if you're still willing, then let's make a deal then, love." She sat down next to me, grabbing my chin so that I'd look her in the eyes. I gulped, trying to hold my mental walls in, as I knew that if I gave in right now, I'd probably lose all respect for myself for giving in so quickly.
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