Should I? -Nick Robinson

Whipped Cream

Isabella pov
I spent the first day of summer with one of my closest friends, Sarah. She skates with me and we've gotten to know each other really well this past year. In the morning, we went to her pool and we made a Mediterranean salad for lunch. Our coaches have been telling us to eat healthier so, we've resorted to eating leaves. Are you happy? Later, we had practice so I drove us to the rink around 3. We skated through our regular routine, doing our own thing for about an hour and a half until we meet back at the boards. "Hey, look at that cutie", Sarah points towards the entrance. "Fuck", I say under my breath. She heard me. "Wait do you know him?", Sarah asks. "Yeah, we met yesterd- well he kinda stalked me while I was skating", I reply. I look at him standing there, looking so lost and I laugh a little in my head. He turns around, sees me and smiles his toxic smile. I just look at him with my eyes, trying to burn holes through his face with my stare. He sees my effort and winks. Crap, why'd you have to do that? I step off the ice and go to him. I realize that I'm super cold. "Well hello Ms. Isabella, it's nice to see you again", he says in a playful tone. "You're stalking me", I said. "Naw, I would rather stalk a much hotter girl, like the one at the end of the ice", he says. Ouch. "Go ahead lover boy, no ones stopping you", I manage to stutter. I'm freezing, my shoulders shaking violently from the hard cold running through my body. He notices this, "let my buy you a hot chocolate" he insists. "I have a better idea... How about you offer it to that girl instead?", I say pointing to a brunette girl sitting with her friends on the bleachers. She's dressed like a slut. "She seems, how should I put it... Suited for you", I bite back with a smile. I start to turn away but he grabs my wrist, firmly. I whip myself around and give him a stern look. I try to pull myself away but his strong grip keeps me in his possession. "Hey let go of me!" I yell managing to peel off his fingers from my hand. "What is your problem!?", I'm screaming now. "You. I can't stop thinking about you since the moment I saw you do your twisty, little turny thingy", he says. "You're stunning". Can he be anymore ignorant? But I reanalyzed what he just said and I swear he just said he can't stop thinking about me. I think he even gave me a compliment. Uh oh. I try to draw another breath but I can't. "Please" he begs me with his puppy dog eyes. I switch my gaze from his face in its entirety to his lips. Soft, kissable. He's playing you. I do a mental recap of everything that just happened and I realize, what's the worst that can happen? I mean ever since my last relationship, I haven't been able to carry myself around boys anymore. They're all pigs, who do nothing but cheat on their girlfriends. Not all of them, I tell my sub-conscience. Well, my ex boyfriend was. His name was Ryan. Super cute by the way, but a complete douche. Who knows, it might be good to start being "boy-socially active" again. "Half chocolate, half cappuccino. Tell the girl I like whipped cream."