Should I? -Nick Robinson

Toxic

Isabella pov
This guy doesn't stop looking at me. Are there wet stains on my ass? Shit. I haven't fallen that much today but I glide by the glass panels and check for dark spots on my black pants, which aren't there. Im lost. Why is he staring at me? I sit down on the bench close to the boards and pretend to retie my skates while I examine him. Toned face, sharp jawline, scruffy brown hair. I think I can see chocolate eyes but he's a little far. His puppy dog gaze just beams my eyes, like he's waiting for me to throw him a bone. His lips. His lips. Soft, pink, kissable. What are you talking about? Stop thinking like this. He smiles a toxic smile with flashing white teeth. He caught me looking. I grin and look down pretending to finish tying my skates. What do you mean kissable? Do you really believe you have a chance with him? He's a horrible human being. I ignore my conscience and step back on the ice to finish what I started.
Nick pov
She looked at me. She looked at me. But she left. Why did she leave? She was skating so beautifully- hell she was beautiful. She walks back to her lockeroom and I edge closer to the door, waiting for her to walk through it again. Five minutes later, she appears. I think I scared her because she gasps a little and shuts the door. I chuckle and knock playfully on the door. "You know, usually you're supposed to thank you're admirers, not slam doors in their face". A pause and then I hear a shuffle. She comes out and passes me like I'm not even there. I step in front of her, blocking her path. "Wait. Hold up, what's your name?" I manage to squeak out. "I don't know you" she says rushing away from me, "please move out of the way thanks". "But-" she cuts me off. "DUDE GET AWAY FROM ME" I immediately back off and let her pass. She leaves me standing there and I swear I heard a sniffle.
Isabella pov
I put my hand on the door but I don't push through. Wow that was a little harsh my subconscious screams. I hesitate for two seconds. "Isabella" I say turning around. He looks up with hopeful eyes, "Nick, Nick Robinson" he croaked. He's a horrible human being. I push through the door but not before I look back at his face. He smiles one of his trademark smiles and winks at me. I push the door, trying extremely hard not to smile back. Well that's never gonna happen again. Who could've known I would be wrong. Horrible human being.