First Date | Isaac Lahey |

I let out a sigh, relieved I got through the whole school day. No fake smiles, no friendly greetings forced by teachers. Thank god. I wanted to finish the last two years of high school without any bumps in the road.

I had two years of left of high school, four years of college and then all of medical school left. I could get it all done quickly and flawlessly and live a luxurious life off a doctor's salary. No people to break my heart or consume my thoughts. I liked it that way...

"Hey! Jabrea!" I cringed, no, please no. I turned around to see a boy with a friendly grin on his face. "Is this your pencil?" He held up a blue pencil, waving it slightly. "No, I only use pens, and this is it" I took my red gel pen out of my pocket, waving it back at him like he waved the pencil.

"I know," I looked at him confused. "I just needed an excuse to talk to you." He smiled, a boy with lots of freckles walking out of the room snatching the pencil out of the boy's hand.

"Next time, Isaac, get your own pen. Dumb mutt..." I looked at the boy as he walked off, mutt? "Well now that you know my name I guess now would be the time to ask you something. I was wondering if you'd be up for me showing you around the school." He leaned against the wall.

I have to brush up on my home work, my medical studies- "Hey, before you say no say yes. One night isn't all that bad is it?" I looked down the hall, seeing most of the students gone and the teachers saying their goodbyes before leaving as well.

"I...I guess not." I gave a sigh as he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the gym. "Isaac, I really don't want to shoot hoops or whatever it is you took me in here for." He smiled, shaking his head, leading me into the locker room. "Basket ball is for people who can't play lacrosse" He walked over to a locker, his most likely. And pulled out a jersey with 'LAHEY 14' on the back, he tossed me it and a lacrosse stick. "Isaac...there's no way in hell I'm playing lacrosse" Isaac grabbed a blank Jersey and lacrosse stick.

"Lets see how good your game is, Jabrea." He jogged out of the locker room, as I followed right behind. "We'll start of with something easy, shooting. Now, there's a lot of different shots, like 3/4's, side arm, underhand. But we'll just stick to overhand. Shots in the corners are best, the goalie has a harder time with shots that aren't directed at him. So aim for top and bottom left, and top and bottom right. Bounce shots are good too. Ready?" I sighed, "Isaac I'm not good at sports...can't we just do something else?" I didn't want a boyfriend but if I ended up going out with him again I couldn't embarrass myself on what this could be referred to as a first date.

"Here, I'll help. Move your dominant hand down lower on the lacrosse stick. And then swing. Hard. Kind of like golf." I felt him slip one hand on my hip and the other over my hand, "Ready?" His voice quiet before we both swung the lacrosse stick and shot the ball all the way across the room.

As time passed I got better, and I think even though I did Isaac never wanted to let go. And so he didn't. "Hey Jabrea, want to head to the pool? We've been doing this for a while.." He rested his chin on my shoulder, awaiting my answer. "Yeah. That sounds cool." I smiled, biting my cheek, "I bet I can beat you there!" I laughed, running off.

It didn't feel like long before he rushed up behind me, "Why, quite cheeky aren't we? Already asking for a race? You're on. How about loser does whatever winner says?" He smirked. "Well I'm not all that good at running. But yes. Its a deal" It felt like before I even blinked my eyes he was ten feet ahead of me already rounding the corner of the pool room.

"Isaac! How'd you do that?" I rounded the corner as well, a little out of breath. "I don't know. Sports, maybe?" He began taking off his Jersey and his shirt. "Isaac!" I covered my eyes "What the hell are you doing?" "Going into the pool! Come on!" He slipped off his jeans and dived into the pool. I frowned "I don't have a swim suit..." He tilted his head at me. "Remember those things under your clothes?" He chuckled, brushing his hair back.

"Fine but...turn around...please?" I frowned, my insecurity kicking in. He shook his head laughing and turned around, I sighed. I shimmied my shorts off, folding them. I took off the jersy, and then my top. I looked at myself. No, I couldn't let him see my like this. I slipped the Jersey back over my shoulders. I smiled. That's better.

I checked to see if he was still facing the other way before cannon balling into the pool. "Jabrea!" I laughed, "Yes Isaac?" "I'm so going to drag you down!" He smirked, diving down and grabbing my leg pulling me down to eye level with him. He smiled at me, I shook my head, pouting. He looked like he was laughing as he swam closer, closer, and closer. Until, I heard a shrill ringing of an alarm clock. I groaned, shutting it off.

"What were you dreaming about?" I looked over at my boyfriend, "Oh nothing, Isaac. Just dreaming about our first date." I smiled, resting my head on his chest. "Wow..." He smiled, brushing my hair out of my face, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Did I ever tell you how glad I was that happened?" I smiled, "You didn't need to."