I slid on my boots and fixed my hair as I put on a leather jacket. My white ripped jeans and turquoise crop top was all I felt like putting on. I spritzed on some perfume, and put on a little eyeliner, not much, though. It wasn't a date. It was a game.
I grabbed my purse off my bed in the midst of walking over to the window. I jumped down onto the ledge of bricks, then to the ground. I smiled as I saw my car waiting there. I walked over and put it in ignition. I drove off and headed to the game.
It was a little chilly. I arrived and found Paige on the bleachers, almost full of people. I crawled over a woman with curly brown hair and a kind face. She kind of looked like Scott. Then, I crawled over a man with a sheriffs badge on and a stern look on his face. He must be Stiles dad. Stiles always talks about cases and police work.
"Hey!" She said, searching for Stiles. "I don't think he's on start up." She says after giving up on searching. Stiles was apparently never on start up line. I looked through the boys with red jerseys on the field as well. I spotted him.
Isaac! I'm here.
One of the boys turn around to look at the bleachers. I could see his blue vibrant eyes through his head gear. He smiled.
Glad you could come.
The game went on, and it was neck and neck. Scott scored most of the goals, and Allison cheered when he did. Stiles actually got to go in when Danny got injured, and Paige cheered. Lydia just sat there, not cheering through it all. Isaac scored about five goals, and I cheered and clapped when he did.
When it was finally over, I waited for people to leave me talked to Paige. The boys had gone to the locker room to change, and when a couple people finally left, I scurried down the bleachers and ran to the locker room.
I stood in the hallway, waiting for them to come out. Finally, they all single filed walked out and slung bags over their shoulders. I searched every face to find Isaac. He was last, after Stiles and Scott.
"Hey!" His face lit up when he saw me waiting. "Glad you waited." He smiled and stepped closer to me. I smiled and hugged him. When I finally let go, I did what I've been wanting to do for the longest time.
I kissed him.
On the lips.
I looked back at him after, and saw his deep blue aqua colored eyes twinkle. He smiled.
"You did great-" But as soon as I said "great" he leaned in and kissed me again, more passionately. He pulled back and I smiled. He said softly,
"I wanted to kiss you first." It was almost a whisper, but not in an embarrassing way. I smiled.
"C'mon. Let's go." I said and reached for his hand as we walked out of the hallway. Not speaking about what just happened.
He dropped me off, at my window, and before I hopped up on the ledge of bricks, I turned around.
He was heading to the car door when I stopped him with my voice.
"In love." I say. He freezes and looks up at me.
"What?" He says and grins, confused.
"That's what we are." I say and smile, scared that I said the wrong thing. He smiles.
"Yeah. In love." He reassures.
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As I lay in bed that night, all I can think about is what happened.
I'm in love.
I smile to myself as I turn off my lamp. Just as I close my eyes to drift away, I hear his gentle voice in my head.
Goodnight, Grace.
I smile. Thinking of him closing his deep blue pupils and smiling as he send the message.
And I close my eyes, And respond,
Goodnight, Isaac.
Just as I send it, the same thought runs through my brain.
I'm in love.
I'm in love with Isaac Lahey.
But the question that wanders my mind, when I close my eyes, or when I talk to him through our heads, or when I think about what happened, is the same question that kept me up that night...
Does he love me back?
